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  <updated>2005-09-21T18:25:40Z</updated>
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    <title>Been Busy...</title>
    <published>2005-09-21T18:25:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-21T18:25:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I haven't written in a while.  I've been pretty busy this last month.  Mom keeps taking me all over the place.  We go to that mall place, this place that sells food, and stuff in big bags, mom really likes that Costco place.  She takes me when she gets her shots in her arms.  Ouch.  That must really hurt.  And I know it does because I had some shots last week.  I didn't like that too much.  They left me with Ashleigh for a night and she has a dog that's bigger than mine!  And this really loud little person (although she's much bigger than me).  We even went on a long drive.  Don't really know where it was because I slept the whole way there.  There were alot of people there, and they kept passing me from person to person.  That was my first night away from home, but mom was with me the whole time so I wasn't too scared.  Now mom is taking me to this  place where some woman is stretching my neck.  I don't wanna look to my left.  What's wrong with looking right all the time?  Sheesh.  And apparently this woman told mom she has to do these stretches to me too.  I don't like  them.  I wanna look to my right.  Blah.  I'll show her my distaste for it by peeing all over myself.  hmph.  So that's the latest on me.  Just going out with mom and chillin at home otherwise.  I've started to notice these little furry things that walk all around me.  I actually grabbed on by the ear and  had a hand full of fur.  He didn't seem to mind it too much, so maybe I'll go for the tail next time!!!   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabriel.n-tropy.com/?p=6"&gt;View this post on my blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Outing</title>
    <published>2005-08-11T01:33:31Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Mom took me to this place she called the mall today.  It seemed like a cool place.  Lots of new stuff to look at.  I got pushed around in my stroller, fed while everyone walked by and said how cute I was, and even got to ride in this thing that went up and down.  There were lots of other little people like me being pushed around by their mommies too!  What a fun place to go!  I think I'll ask to go again some day.  &lt;br /&gt;On a down note, just when you get a nice funk going on, mom and dad put me in that tub thingie and make me smell all pretty again.  Blah.  I'll have to stink up my diapee so I can get a head start on working on that funk.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabriel.n-tropy.com/?p=5"&gt;View this post on my blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Hehe</title>
    <published>2005-07-24T21:12:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-24T21:12:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I sure know how to keep mommy and daddy on their toes!  They put me down for a nap, and as soon as I hear them lay down, I drop my binkie so they have to get up and give it back to me!  I can do this all day, it's so much fun!    They put on this video for me today.  It had lots of bright colors and puppets, and classical music.  I think I liked it.  Well, I liked it  until I decided I was hungry.  Gotta keep them guessing.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabriel.n-tropy.com/?p=4"&gt;View this post on my blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Wet Stuff</title>
    <published>2005-07-22T15:04:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-22T15:04:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So mommy and daddy put me in this contraption last night and started wiping me down with wet stuff, and stuff that smelled funny.  I don't know what it was, but it sorta felt good, so I let them get away with it... THIS TIME.  We'll see how happy I am about it if they try it again.  They wrapped me up in a nice warm towel afterwards and I had a fresh Diapee, so I guess it wasn't that bad.  They kept telling me how good I smelled, and then I got some milk!  Yay Me!   &lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah, Mommy took me out yesterday too.  We went to this place where everyone was looking at me and smiling, and fussing over me.  I kinda liked it, the ride was pretty cool, too.  Such an exciting day!  Now I must sleep.&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabriel.n-tropy.com/?p=3"&gt;View this post on my blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Weeeee.....</title>
    <published>2005-07-20T18:48:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-20T18:48:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Daddy just set me up with my own blog and email.&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabriel.n-tropy.com/?p=2"&gt;View this post on my blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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