<?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-5272624</id><updated>2011-06-08T02:44:09.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bragging Rights</title><subtitle type='html'>This site is for my husband (Tony) and I (Ingrid) to share &amp; brag about the things our little son Jordan does on a day to day basis.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962203641576216921</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-109045694341442583</id><published>2004-07-21T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T06:47:13.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just Ballin' &lt;a target="ext" href="http://www.hello.com/"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" border="0" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/126/1343/640/IMG_8197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/126/1343/320/IMG_8197.jpg" style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-109045694341442583?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/109045694341442583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/109045694341442583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109045694341442583' title=''/><author><name>Tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10546250106489199545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-95889847</id><published>2003-06-21T06:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T06:56:11.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;This site has moved.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have found a new home and a new name. Please stop by and check us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.braggnrights.com/"&gt;Bragging Rights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H2&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.braggnrights.com/"&gt;Bragging Rights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.braggnrights.com/"&gt;Bragging Rights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H4&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.braggnrights.com/"&gt;Bragging Rights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H5&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.braggnrights.com/"&gt;Bragging Rights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/H5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H6&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.braggnrights.com/"&gt;Bragging Rights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/H6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-95889847?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/95889847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/95889847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95889847' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962203641576216921</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-95420631</id><published>2003-06-07T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T23:54:51.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#0000FF"&gt;Un Paso a caminar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.seneadzafamily.com/blogger/IMG_2512.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.seneadzafamily.com/blogger/IMG_2512_tn.JPG" ALT="Jordan walking with his toy." BORDER=0 ALIGN="RIGHT"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan dio sus primeros paso el dia de hoy; tiene un juguete que tiene ruedas adelante como lo ven en la foto y Jordan se arrago y empezo a caminar a un principio lo agarre pero despues el solito se lanzo al exito; no faltara mucho que ya este dando sus primeros pasos y un paso mas a su independencia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-95420631?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/95420631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/95420631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95420631' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962203641576216921</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-94964806</id><published>2003-05-27T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T11:11:52.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8800"&gt;Is this cheating?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tradermike.net/archives/000106.html"&gt;Michael&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://tonytalkstech.com/archives/000081.php"&gt;Tony&lt;/a&gt; are in a contest to see who can generate the most votes for their blogsites. I am casting a vote for each of them. The winner will get a bit of recognition in the blogging community. If you would like to vote for either of them, just add their URLs as they are listed in this post and that should do it&lt;A HREF="http://tonytalkstech.com/archives/000090.php"&gt;.&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-94964806?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/94964806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/94964806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94964806' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962203641576216921</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-94719178</id><published>2003-05-21T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T11:38:08.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#0000FF" size="4"&gt;Abriendo los cajones&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.seneadzafamily.com/blogger/DSC02465.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.seneadzafamily.com/blogger/DSC02465_tn.JPG" ALT="Opening everything in the kitchen." ALIGN="LEFT" BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Jordan esta abriendo todos los cajones y  puertas que se le atraviesa.  Cuando estoy en la cocina  se la pasa jugando con las  gabetas, esta pendiente a que abra el refrigerador para que el lo cierre; claro que estoy ahi para supervisar que no se lastime.  Si me descuido se sube a la lavadora de platos y puede tomarse una ducha si sigue con sus intentos de curiosidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-94719178?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/94719178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/94719178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94719178' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962203641576216921</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-94650979</id><published>2003-05-20T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T11:42:39.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8800"&gt;11 Months old&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.seneadzafamily.com/blogger/jordanremotes.jpg" &gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.seneadzafamily.com/blogger/jordanremotes_tn.jpg" ALT="Playing with remotes" ALIGN="RIGHT" BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Today Jordan is 11 months old. It's hard to believe that nearly a year has past since he came into our lives. At this stage of his life he is learning something new every day. You have to see some of the stuff he does. In the picture I added, Jordan is playing with my remote controls. Basically, he is banging them against the coffee table and throwing them on the ground. (Note the RC on the ground.) He knows how to use the remote for the lights in the bedroom. &lt;A HREF="http://www.seneadzafamily.com/blogger/DSC02417.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.seneadzafamily.com/blogger/DSC02417_tn.JPG" ALT="Playing with ceiling fan and lights." ALIGN="RIGHT" BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has such a thrill turning the lights on and off, and his favorite is making the ceiling fan spin. I'll try to capture the look on his face when he is doing this. He is also getting very close to walking. The picture, once again, shows the area where he likes to stand at the coffee table and then turn and stand next to the sofa. Ocassionally he will make his way around the corner of the coffee table. It won't be long now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-94650979?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/94650979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/94650979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94650979' title=''/><author><name>Tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10546250106489199545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-94279401</id><published>2003-05-13T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T12:28:44.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8800"&gt;Jordan the Ruffian&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan now likes playing a new game with me. Usually the game is played while Ingrid is holding Jordan. I will move-in close to tickle or kiss Jordan and he would stop me with his hand, usually on my cheek, and push me away. He pushes me in a slapping manner so I play along with it. When he pushes my face, I feign like he slapped me (head movement) and spin around and fall back. Upon seeing the effect he has caused he giggles with much joviality. I really enjoy making him laugh. I am also really impressed that he understands the cause and effect of the situation. Sometimes we play the game just between the two of us. While I am holding him he would grab my cheek and push my face to one side and then back to the other side. This would go on for about 20 turns then he gets bored and wishes to do something else(usually look for his Mami).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-94279401?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/94279401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/94279401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94279401' title=''/><author><name>Tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10546250106489199545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-94178155</id><published>2003-05-11T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T23:54:14.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#0000FF" size="4"&gt;Tocando la flauta dulce&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan puede tocar una la flauta.    Aunque sea dificil de creer tiene una flauta de juquete que le regalaron cuando fue a su primer cumpleanos y yo la tocaba cuando le cambiaba su panal ya que ahora se mueve tanto que es dificil mantenerlo quieto echado.  Entonces cuando le tocaba la flauta y el se reia y le gustaba ahora el me la quita se la pone a su boquita y empieza a soplar.  Se lo escucha muy lindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-94178155?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/94178155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/94178155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94178155' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962203641576216921</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-93892481</id><published>2003-05-06T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T23:53:56.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#0000FF" size="4"&gt;Comiendo Sopa y soplando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Hoy cocine una sopa de trigo (unas de mis faboritas) y Mary vino a almorzar con nosotros.  Jordan comio todo la sopa que le di y queria aun mas.  Otra cosa que me parecio super curioso fue que Mary le dio su comida y cuando la vio Jordan empezo a soplar y fue curioso para mi cuando Mary se dio cuenta me dijo que el sabado cuando Jordan estaba en su dept. cuidando de Jordan ella salio afuera a fumar y Jordan la veia e imitaba a Mary.  A buena hora!!  tratare de ensenarle a soplar su vela para su cumpleanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-93892481?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/93892481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/93892481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93892481' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962203641576216921</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-93863651</id><published>2003-05-06T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T10:25:58.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8800"&gt;Enter the storm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Jordan woke up like most, sounding off that he is awake and HUNGRY. Lastnight, the weather was typical for this region of the country and time of year. Deadly!!!! Tornadic activity and ferocious thunder storms. We were under a severe weather warning, so I tried to sleep with one eye open. Luckily for me, nothing came out of the warning for I slept like a log. I didn't hear Jordan wake in the middle of the night for his early morning snack (this is usual). I think I will have to get a weather radio...a LOUD one. Anyway, Jordan has developed a new habit. It appears as though he likes to wrestle. After he powers down his morning bottle, he enjoys trying to pin Ingrid. I guess he thinks he could win against her for she is usually dozing in and out. After he finishes with her, he turns on me. I usually hold him down and tickle him for a good bit. Then I have to get ready for work......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-93863651?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/93863651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/93863651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93863651' title=''/><author><name>Tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10546250106489199545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-93684222</id><published>2003-05-02T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T23:55:34.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;&lt;font color="#0000FF" size="4"&gt;Amigos con la aspiradora&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.seneadzafamily.com/blogger/vacuum.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.seneadzafamily.com/blogger/vacuum.jpg" ALT="Will you be my friend?" WIDTH=100 HEIGHT=75 BORDER=0 ALIGN= LEFT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan piensa que la aspiradora y el pueden jugar juntos y ser amigos.  Cada vez que aspiro algun cuarto Jordan corre detras de la aspiradora y la toca y creo reniega cuando hace su trabajo que es pasar por el piso una y otra vez.  El lugar donde guardamos la aspiradora Jordan trata de abrir la puerta para que? no se solo se rie y esta faciado por la querida aspiradora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-93684222?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/93684222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/93684222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93684222' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962203641576216921</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-93589203</id><published>2003-05-01T07:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T15:21:11.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;First Words...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not, but close. This morning I heard Jordan wake-up singing/yelling in a playful voice. It sounded like "momma bottle". He was probably actually trying to say that, for I know that is what he wanted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-93589203?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/93589203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/93589203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93589203' title=''/><author><name>Tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10546250106489199545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-93464356</id><published>2003-04-29T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T20:44:38.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8800"&gt;EarthQuake&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this morning, roughly 5:00am, we had an earthquake of size 4.9 here in Georgia. It wasn't that big but it was enough to wake me up. I knew what it was, or should I say, I had a pretty good idea of what it was but nearly discounted it for these things don't happen in Georgia, at least no very often. I looked over at Ingrid and she was undisturbed. I got up to check the house and to look in on Jordan, all was well and Jordan was fast asleep, uneffected by the shaking. Little does he know, he just witnessed he first earthquake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-93464356?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/93464356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/93464356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93464356' title=''/><author><name>Tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10546250106489199545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-93093911</id><published>2003-04-23T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T07:00:14.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0080FF"&gt;Por favor no toques el  Agua.-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seneadzafamily.com/blogger/DSC02292.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.seneadzafamily.com/blogger/tn_DSC02292.JPG" alt="What are you doing?" border="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seneadzafamily.com/blogger/DSC02293.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.seneadzafamily.com/blogger/tn_DSC02293.JPG" alt="Caught you in the act this time." border="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan ahora le gusta ir al bano pararse en el inodoro y tocar el agua; tambien se da la vuelta y hace dar vueltas al rollo de  papel higienico.   A tony le parecio gracioso esta historia asi que la comparto con ustedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-93093911?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/93093911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/93093911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93093911' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962203641576216921</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-92910854</id><published>2003-04-19T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T21:19:57.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Este es un Poema que Arielka escribio para   Jordan la version original esta en Ingles, y rima muy lindo.  Al traducirlo en espanol perdera su rima pero va algo asi......:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema de un Diamante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;br /&gt;Dulce, simpatico&lt;br /&gt;Sonriente, jugueton,saltarin&lt;br /&gt;Hermosa sonrisa, nueves meses, ojos oscuros, emocionante&lt;br /&gt;Carinoso,comelon, dormilon&lt;br /&gt;Cabello enrulado,cachetonsito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es mi Primo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamonte Poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, cute&lt;br /&gt;Laughing, playing, jumping&lt;br /&gt;Great smile, nine months, dark eyes, excited&lt;br /&gt;Loving, eating, sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;Curly hair, chubby cheeks&lt;br /&gt;My cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-92910854?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/92910854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/92910854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92910854' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962203641576216921</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-92628849</id><published>2003-04-15T00:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T21:11:11.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Puden creer que Jordan subio todas las  gradas de la casa de sus abuelos, yo no lo vi personalmente,  pero Pat me conto que estaba detras de el y que ya puede subir todas las gradas del primer piso al segundo.  Estoy muy asombrada por su progreso ya que tambien se para el solito en cada oportunidad que tiene.  Cuando se despierta me espera paradito agarradose de la baranda de su cuna.  Ayer domingo su Tia Mary le dio carne por primera vez,  parece que no le gusto mucho, por ahora prefiere comer pollito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-92628849?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/92628849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/92628849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92628849' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962203641576216921</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-92494578</id><published>2003-04-12T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T14:20:17.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* Otro diente.-El segundo diente ya se pude ver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-92494578?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/92494578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/92494578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92494578' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962203641576216921</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-92489276</id><published>2003-04-12T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T14:06:21.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Standing Tall&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw Jordan standing on his own. Ingrid tells me that he has been doing it quite a bit, but this is the first time I've seen him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seneadzafamily.com/blogger/jas_standing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.seneadzafamily.com/blogger/jas_standing_thm.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-92489276?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/92489276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/92489276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92489276' title=''/><author><name>Tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10546250106489199545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-92458785</id><published>2003-04-11T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T14:22:42.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy fuimos por primera vez a comer a un Restaurante Mexicano con Mary, Arielka, Jordan y yo.  La pasamo muy bien tenemos que repetirlo mas a menudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-92458785?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/92458785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/92458785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92458785' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962203641576216921</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-92457749</id><published>2003-04-11T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T20:04:19.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>•	This month Jordan is doing many unusual things, for instance; if there is a door open, Jordan is there to push it against the doorstop, very hard. He also likes to lets it swing back and forward. He does this many times while laughing and smiling.  &lt;br /&gt;•	As of today (Wednesday April 9 2003), Jordan, at his lovely grandparent’s residence, climbed two stairs with no help. All by himself! Of course, we were there to cheer him on.  At the finish line and he got many kisses (besitos) from me. Sam (grandpa, Pa-Pa) got a &lt;a href="http://www.seneadzafamily.com/Jordan_Crawling_Steps/image001.htm"&gt;clip &lt;/a&gt;for you all to see it.  &lt;br /&gt;•	Jordan enjoys eating peas and green beans(baby food) not too much of the sweet stuff (much like me). He is still working on expanding his repertoire also he holds his own bottle now that is when I take my five minute break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-92457749?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/92457749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/92457749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92457749' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962203641576216921</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272624.post-92448646</id><published>2003-04-11T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T16:38:47.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a test. I will be posting some content later on today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272624-92448646?l=ingridseneadza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/92448646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272624/posts/default/92448646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridseneadza.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92448646' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962203641576216921</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></entry></feed>
