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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://www.babble.com/CS/utility/FeedStylesheets/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>Straight from the Bottle : Fable Luella</title><link>http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/archive/tags/Fable+Luella/default.aspx</link><description>Tags: Fable Luella</description><dc:language>en</dc:language><generator>CommunityServer 2007.1 (Build: 20910.1126)</generator><item><title>Bump Watch</title><link>http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/archive/2009/11/28/bump-watch.aspx</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 07:27:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">42a08a39-daf3-4129-8a63-8a27b879cc03:217828</guid><dc:creator>GirlsGoneChild</dc:creator><slash:comments>24</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=217828</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/archive/2009/11/28/bump-watch.aspx#comments</comments><description>&lt;p&gt;This week Fable started standing. Without assistance, or holding onto a hand or a railing. All of a sudden, in the middle of my parent&amp;#39;s tile floor she stood up on two feet. And then she did it again. And again. And again. Over and over as my family cheered and rooted her on and Archer was like, &amp;quot;look! Wanna see me stand? Wanna see me stand? See? See?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the thing about standing babes when they&amp;#39;re not quite used to standing? They go bonk. Like, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;BONK&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. And then you pick them off the floor and they&amp;#39;re screaming and &lt;i&gt;OH GOD! Here it comes. HERE IT COMES! HER BRAIN IS HATCHING A GOOSE-EGG, NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you can almost see the bump appear and then grow in slow motion like some sort of Chia Injury. &lt;i&gt;Ch-ch-ch-CHIA! &lt;/i&gt;And it grows and grows until finally it stops growing and you&amp;#39;re horified on one hand but on the other (once she stops crying and you know for certain she isn&amp;#39;t going to die from brain injury) that the bump is kind of a little tiny bit hilarious. Sad and awful but a wee smidge funny. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/girlsgonechild/4139546591/" title="stoked no matter by girlsgonechild, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2664/4139546591_e302b35be3.jpg" alt="stoked no matter" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/girlsgonechild/4139547037/" title="Untitled by girlsgonechild, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2790/4139547037_03ac9dfa34.jpg" alt="" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like bumps so always do, hers went down within an hour and the next day had turned into a barely visible bruise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kind of. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay so at least the bump went down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I went back in the archives of my blogs and flickr stream and fished out a picture of Archer with his first goose-egg, which at the time was not nearly as hilarious, even after he had fully recovered and was back to climbing around like a kid without an injury. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/girlsgonechild/4142398663/" title="IMG_0269 by girlsgonechild, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2593/4142398663_7998510ac9.jpg" alt="IMG_0269" height="500" width="354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Archer at 18 months, clad in a t-shirt that &lt;a href="http://babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/archive/2009/11/19/Hair-Today.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;looks exactly like him now! Ha!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the time I was hysterical. Scared out of my mind.&amp;nbsp; Convinced we&amp;#39;d have to rush Archer to the ER because the BUMP WAS SO BIG IT WAS GOING TO EXPLODE AND AN ALIEN WAS GOING TO COME OUT OF IT OH MY GOD CALL AN AMBULANCE NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s amazing how things that were once scary and hysterical and &lt;i&gt;HURRY, CALL AN AMBULANCE! &lt;/i&gt;become so much less so (and yes, even comical) the second child around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/girlsgonechild/4139559477/" title="Untitled by girlsgonechild, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2732/4139559477_191abfbf40.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stoked as ever, bruise and all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.babble.com/CS/aggbug.aspx?PostID=217828" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description><category domain="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/archive/tags/second+baby/default.aspx">second baby</category><category domain="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/archive/tags/Fable+Luella/default.aspx">Fable Luella</category><category domain="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/archive/tags/bumps/default.aspx">bumps</category><category domain="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/archive/tags/bruises/default.aspx">bruises</category></item><item><title>Lovesick, Homebound</title><link>http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/archive/2008/10/11/lovesick-homebound.aspx</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 17:19:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">42a08a39-daf3-4129-8a63-8a27b879cc03:135584</guid><dc:creator>GirlsGoneChild</dc:creator><slash:comments>16</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=135584</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/archive/2008/10/11/lovesick-homebound.aspx#comments</comments><description>&lt;p&gt;Forgive me for my silence this past week. I&amp;#39;ve been busy. But more than that I&amp;#39;ve had no desire to blog, email, call or see anyone. I&amp;#39;ve been pretty much homebound since we came home from the hospital last Friday and honestly? Have no real desire to ever leave again. (Is that weird? Or...)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently we&amp;#39;re in the throes of some kind of economic crisis? The end of the world is nigh? &lt;i&gt;You don&amp;#39;t say? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been far too busy gazing into the eyes of my newborn, playing with little toes and hosting evening cuddle-fests with my family of four, which is still a shock to say aloud. &lt;i&gt;Family of four. Two children... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/girlsgonechild/2924848151/" title="Doll. by girlsgonechild, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3156/2924848151_c7279460c7.jpg" alt="Doll." height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m slowly posting &lt;a href="http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2008/10/fables-birth-story-chapter-one.html" target="_blank"&gt;Fable&amp;#39;s birth story &lt;/a&gt;and will have the full three chapter tale to post, here on Straight From the Bottle later this week as soon as I can get my head out of my baby&amp;#39;s ass. For now? I&amp;#39;ll leave you with a &amp;quot;best of this week&amp;quot; photo spread, featuring Miss Fable, who by the way, eats like a champ (I&amp;#39;m able to pump about two ounces of breastmilk per feeding which YAY! With Archer I was only able to pump 1/2 of that on a good day) sleeps like a dream and couldn&amp;#39;t get any cuter if I paid her a million trillion dollars...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/girlsgonechild/2925700366/" title="Fable 7 by girlsgonechild, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/2925700366_105d92692d.jpg" alt="Fable 7" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, can I just say that transitioning from one baby to two has been much easier than I thought? Archer loves his sister so much he even made up a song he calls &amp;quot;seester song&amp;quot; to sing to her, hasn&amp;#39;t acted jealous even for a second and even sleeps through her cries when she wakes up at night (which is WHOA crazy as he&amp;#39;s always been a light sleeper and our bedrooms are attached.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m knocking on wood like crazy but honestly? Everything really is fabulous-amazing. Everyone wins! Hooray! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/girlsgonechild/2925813538/" title="IMG_8474 by girlsgonechild, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/girlsgonechild/2925813538/" title="IMG_8474 by girlsgonechild, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3046/2925813538_33a10873d6.jpg" alt="IMG_8474" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hal&amp;#39;s pretty stoked, too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/girlsgonechild/2924841141/" title="Kiss by girlsgonechild, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3167/2924841141_517379f318.jpg" alt="Kiss" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even Archer can&amp;#39;t get enough of his &amp;quot;baby seester!&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/girlsgonechild/2911223754/" title="Fable Luella: 10 Minutes Old by girlsgonechild, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3293/2911223754_28a81a5208.jpg" alt="Fable Luella: 10 Minutes Old" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/girlsgonechild/2919706571/" title="This is All I Do Now by girlsgonechild, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3241/2919706571_aaf8001c1d.jpg" alt="This is All I Do Now" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/girlsgonechild/2921263928/" title="My People by girlsgonechild, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3092/2921263928_ae6669f57b.jpg" alt="My People" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/girlsgonechild/2924845003/" title="Fable 4 by girlsgonechild, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3075/2924845003_d98cd70339.jpg" alt="Fable 4" height="500" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, I will stumble for the right words to end this post, realizing after ten minutes of trying to construct a closing sentence that I seem to have misplaced my brain and ability to come up with anything clever and/or witty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I should get out of the house, eh?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.babble.com/CS/aggbug.aspx?PostID=135584" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description><category domain="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/archive/tags/Fable+Luella/default.aspx">Fable Luella</category><category domain="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/archive/tags/family+of+four/default.aspx">family of four</category><category domain="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/archive/tags/newborn+love/default.aspx">newborn love</category><category domain="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/archive/tags/brb/default.aspx">brb</category></item><item><title>Introducing Fable Luella</title><link>http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/archive/2008/10/03/introducing-fable-luella.aspx</link><pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2008 03:37:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">42a08a39-daf3-4129-8a63-8a27b879cc03:133435</guid><dc:creator>GirlsGoneChild</dc:creator><slash:comments>30</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=133435</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/archive/2008/10/03/introducing-fable-luella.aspx#comments</comments><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Born October 2nd, 3:23am and a healthy 7lbs 4oz, 18 1/2 inches long:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/girlsgonechild/2911230490/" title="Beauty of Mine by girlsgonechild, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3051/2911230490_108ce9fa7f.jpg" alt="Beauty of Mine" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Needles to say, I&amp;#39;m in love.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few more photos, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/girlsgonechild/sets/72157607715769627/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, a video &lt;a href="http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2008/10/fables-prologue.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and much more to come. Stay tuned.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.babble.com/CS/aggbug.aspx?PostID=133435" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description><category domain="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/straightfromthebottle/archive/tags/Fable+Luella/default.aspx">Fable Luella</category></item></channel></rss>