<?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-21612226</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:07:39.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MiVida</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-2783477798595105192</id><published>2009-12-04T01:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:40:30.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SxirSuD_ugI/AAAAAAAAAI4/V_wpucKVDzo/s1600-h/ggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411263290376436226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SxirSuD_ugI/AAAAAAAAAI4/V_wpucKVDzo/s320/ggg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SxisgfgfUXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FxOJB8-oNAY/s1600-h/DSCN2913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411264626499211634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SxisgfgfUXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FxOJB8-oNAY/s320/DSCN2913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/21612226-2783477798595105192?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/2783477798595105192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=2783477798595105192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/2783477798595105192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/2783477798595105192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2009/12/nov-2009.html' title='Nov 2009'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SxirSuD_ugI/AAAAAAAAAI4/V_wpucKVDzo/s72-c/ggg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-4349393993465898679</id><published>2009-09-02T23:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:31:02.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Sp84XpJA8OI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yOA63S6Sge8/s1600-h/DSC023251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377078458935472354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Sp84XpJA8OI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yOA63S6Sge8/s320/DSC023251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My oldest turned 4 in June this year. He started on Monday PreKindergarten, I am so happy and emotional to see him growing at this pace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like yesterday when I was expecting my first baby, and now having to leave him eating breakfast in that huge cafeteria, making the line for his food with every other kid from school that to his little eyes, probably seem like giants in front and behind him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is happy indeed, he likes school, he loves waking up at 6.30am, he models and chooses what color shirt he wants to wear that day, messes up his hair everytime i try to do a decent brushing, greets his teachers with the most lovebable hugs, and greet us with the joy of lost boy who has just found his mommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy to be living this stage of my offspring's life, i feel truly blessed and lucky to have him in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you my munchkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-4349393993465898679?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/4349393993465898679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=4349393993465898679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/4349393993465898679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/4349393993465898679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Sp84XpJA8OI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yOA63S6Sge8/s72-c/DSC023251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-8892081170328780685</id><published>2009-08-28T00:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:36:29.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My princess is 3 months old today Aug 28th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SpdeXI8PNmI/AAAAAAAAAII/wpCpg3hfqvM/s1600-h/DSC02075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374868431920117346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SpdeXI8PNmI/AAAAAAAAAII/wpCpg3hfqvM/s320/DSC02075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has brought so much life to our home, we are so joyfull to have her with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gianna is her name, and we are all in love with her, even her two munchkin brothers love her to death.  They are showing no signs of jealousy whatsoever, only love!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-8892081170328780685?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/8892081170328780685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=8892081170328780685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/8892081170328780685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/8892081170328780685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-princess-is-3-months-old-today-aug.html' title='My princess is 3 months old today Aug 28th'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SpdeXI8PNmI/AAAAAAAAAII/wpCpg3hfqvM/s72-c/DSC02075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-8298043480066832257</id><published>2009-02-04T20:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:24:26.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sonogram shows a girl!!!</title><content type='html'>We are so excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;I had already made up my mind that I was not going to have a girl... that my husband only makes boys (he has 3, his brother has 2, and his other brother has 2 aswell), but when the specialist said it was a girl my heart jumped.  He cried. My 3 year old asked what was wrong and the uncle's reply was that he was worried about the sweet 16's party.&lt;br /&gt;At the sonogram we explained to the Kid that the camera was showing a baby mami has on her tummy... so he acknowledge the baby and said... "oh look, that's the baby on mami's tummy... She swallowed a baby.  Can you show me the banana she swallow too?"&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited about the little girl, our little princess, God is so gracious!!! I am about 23 weeks pregnant now, and today for the first time I had morning sickness... weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-8298043480066832257?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/8298043480066832257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=8298043480066832257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/8298043480066832257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/8298043480066832257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2009/02/sonogram-shows-girl.html' title='sonogram shows a girl!!!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-8883096398102470954</id><published>2009-01-18T11:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:29:29.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My boys are growing, so big and intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;They play and interact more and more by the days... but still the fights are winning.  Although My 31/2 year old doesn't share at all with his younger sibbling, he still shows a lot of affection to him.. hugs and kisses the 16 month old at all times. &lt;br /&gt;The other day they started to walk upstairs to take a shower, when I heard a bum bum... then I started running and screamed, are you OK?  Gio went, yes mommy, I fell.  When I got there, Gio was on the next to last stair on the floor holding very tight to his little brother's arm who was two stairs bellow him on the floor as well and smiling.   He said proudly "Look, GianCarlo fell too, but I got him"  So cute, and protective!!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I took them out for breakfast at this Colombian bakery.  He was requesting the food he wanted.  As I was backing up he noticed the sign on the window and started reading.... "Look mami, it says  O-P-E-N Buy food here!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Hillarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-8883096398102470954?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/8883096398102470954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=8883096398102470954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/8883096398102470954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/8883096398102470954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-boys-are-growing-so-big-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-3771219931564779198</id><published>2009-01-08T06:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T06:22:33.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The day santa came to deliver the toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g4Mn4x6HcUQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g4Mn4x6HcUQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-3771219931564779198?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/3771219931564779198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=3771219931564779198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/3771219931564779198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/3771219931564779198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-santa-came-to-deliver-toys_3425.html' title='The day santa came to deliver the toys'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-6038020507723787482</id><published>2008-12-17T20:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:27:56.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa will visit my house on Sunday... I'm so Excited!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SUmnFG3TQkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IdvEXcfY6es/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280935744252363330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SUmnFG3TQkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IdvEXcfY6es/s320/santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called the police department at my city to sign up my kids for free presents from Santa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the lady, which was really nice, got all my information down; she then told me that on Sunday the 21st after 9:15am I had to be ready with both of my boys... At that point I had my pencil and paper ready to write down the address and immediately pictured myself making a huge line full of moms with their children waiting for their turn to receive their presents from Santa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then I heard something about a firetruck in my house... I woke up again and said, "what"? I'm sorry, say that again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so she said, be ready that after 9:15am Santa will arrive in a Firetruck to your house to deliver the toys personally to your children... I started laughing and screaming... i got so excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this will be a day they will never forget. I will surely take pictures and videos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;stay tuned!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-6038020507723787482?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/6038020507723787482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=6038020507723787482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/6038020507723787482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/6038020507723787482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-will-visit-my-house-on-sunday-im.html' title='Santa will visit my house on Sunday... I&apos;m so Excited!!!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SUmnFG3TQkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IdvEXcfY6es/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-1040773340726830469</id><published>2008-11-27T22:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:48:03.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!!</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful thanksgiving with my parents and their friends.&lt;br /&gt;My dad does stuffed turkey, like really stuffed... he literally peals the turkey's skin... cuts the turkey meat into squares.  gets pork and cuts it into squares. Makes rice, and mixes all of this (turkey &amp;amp; pork) with peas, and spices... then stuffes the turkey's skin again.&lt;br /&gt;It is DELICIOUS... poor thing looks like an over stuffed frog, but it's always so good, that everyone has to repeat.&lt;br /&gt;We had my mom's famous rice with coke and raisins, a very exotic salad, cookies, pork, wine, oh Gosh... I'm so full, I could stop eating for a whole week.  Naaah, I'll probably wake up at 5am hungry as am lately waking up.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Black Friday, I'm planing to take advantage of Walmart's really good specials for the children's Christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;a Samsung 10 megapixels digital camera for $69? I need to have it!!! I am so waking up at 4am... so Good night everyone.&lt;br /&gt; Happy Thanksgiving, we do have lots of blessings to be thankful for, despite of the circumstances, I am very thankful for my beautiful children, my friends and family who are always there for me, for the food and the home, and all those beautiful things we have but can't recognize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-1040773340726830469?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/1040773340726830469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=1040773340726830469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/1040773340726830469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/1040773340726830469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-6659810032753566227</id><published>2008-11-26T18:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:04:47.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Single and pregnant!!</title><content type='html'>The fighst escalated so bad, that we decided to better stay away before it got worst... for the Children's sake, I better be where I can be in peace, than being crying all the time... especially in my state.&lt;br /&gt;Besides everything that is happening, I'm full of hope and enthusiasm for my new life, my new baby... my children and I deserve it... I am doing all within my hands possible to give us all a better life.&lt;br /&gt;Have a very happy thanksgiving!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-6659810032753566227?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/6659810032753566227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=6659810032753566227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/6659810032753566227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/6659810032753566227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2008/11/single-and-pregnant.html' title='Single and pregnant!!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-5748692296981972195</id><published>2008-11-11T12:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:08:14.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing new languages to my children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SRnJ6327gHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HZatdXk0uwg/s1600-h/brainy+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267463252450443378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SRnJ6327gHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HZatdXk0uwg/s320/brainy+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just bought a used Aladding dvd in Portuguese... My three year old it's been asking me to play Aladdin for him, since about 3 months ago I brought it from the library for a week.&lt;br /&gt;Back then, we used to make very constant trips to the library, it was right across the street from where we were living.&lt;br /&gt;I decided then to introduce French, and they have wonderful children videos in French, sort of like Baby Einstein videos, but the words they show along with the pictures are in French.&lt;br /&gt;Now I bought this video in Portuguese... he speaks Spanish and half English from the TV he watches regularly.&lt;br /&gt;Some times I think I may confuse him from all these different languages introduction, but i've been doing some research, and they all say the earlier we introduce a foreign language, the easier it will be for them to pick it up and be fluent. There's even cristicism about how the public schools only introduces foreign languages after the age of 7 or even 10 when it's a little late for them to pick it up as quickly and easier.&lt;br /&gt;I then remembered when I learned a third language, Portuguese, and when i speak it, I learned to think in that language... Of course, the older we get, the more we do in translating words instead of thinking in that language.&lt;br /&gt;My mother told me about this program the NASA had with children at 7 years old speaking up to 5 languages. Because of this, more percentage of their brain was developed and therefore, their abilities to think, analyze, do mathematical problems were much more advance. Not that I am pretending for my child to be that advance, but I think it's pretty cool for anyone to manage more than two languages; And research shows that the earlier they are introduced, the better.&lt;br /&gt;One other think I would like them to have a passion for will be music and/or sports... but that I will let them choose once they are 5 or so.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I am not sure about is the way, frenquency, and constancy to do this. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-5748692296981972195?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/5748692296981972195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=5748692296981972195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/5748692296981972195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/5748692296981972195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2008/11/introducing-new-languages-to-my.html' title='Introducing new languages to my children'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SRnJ6327gHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HZatdXk0uwg/s72-c/brainy+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-8459804142742772996</id><published>2008-11-07T23:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:05:18.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>baby's first birthday... family time, singing some spanish rhymes with the kids...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaZIPMC8xgg"&gt;http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaZIPMC8xgg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-8459804142742772996?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/8459804142742772996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=8459804142742772996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/8459804142742772996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/8459804142742772996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2008/11/babys-first-birthday-family-time.html' title='baby&apos;s first birthday... family time, singing some spanish rhymes with the kids...'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-6048185888296931659</id><published>2008-11-07T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:02:58.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>coming back</title><content type='html'>I am so sorry for being away so long... but it's okey I guess not many people are interested in reading my blog...  I guess I use this as a stress relief.&lt;br /&gt;Well, life it's going a little better... Still difficult, but somewhat better.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of my husband rented his 3/2 house to us, we are much more comfortable paying basically the same we were paying in the smaller apartment.  We also have a temporary roomate, only untill January, but it's helping us tremendously with almost half of the rent.&lt;br /&gt;We are much better as a couple, things are getting along, still have our fights but with much more tolerance for one another... so I guess that part it's better.&lt;br /&gt;My children are adorable, beautiful, intellegent, very active, playful.  They now play together most of the time, is so cute to see them running around the house; even though it drives me crazy, the screaming and all, it's pretty nice to see them together like that.&lt;br /&gt;The baby is now 14 months old... he's been walking two weeks prior to turning one. talks about 8 words and understands a whole lot more. Loves to makes us laugh, so whatever it is that he notices I laughed about, he'll repeat it over and over... even if it was biting me :(&lt;br /&gt;he says uh-uh instead of no.... so his answer to everything is uh-uh, and now he is grabing my flipflops, tries to hit his brother's hands with pao pao, it's hilarious but we try not to let him see us.  He makes the cutest faces and has a dimple on one side of his cheek which makes his smiles much more adorable.  He also has his temper... very defined I shall say; it's what he wants when he wants it or he'll throw a temper tamtrum.&lt;br /&gt;The kid is three years old, very smart, very clever... he knows all his letters and sounds, numbers up to 20 in english &amp;amp; spanish.  I am trying to introduce French as well, I did played a couple of french dvd's for children and he loved them, but since we moved I haven't being able to go to the library. I'll try next week... it'll start by locating one. &lt;br /&gt;About myself, I'm still looking for employment.  I did take the Florida Certification exam to be a certified educator from preschool to third grade.  I needed 200 to pass... got 195.  The next exam is on January, so I guess I'll take it again.  I also thouht about my mother in law who got a family day care license... is currently taking care of about 8 children @ $125 more or less... it's more than $900 weekly, pretty good... But as much as I like to be in the house, this is very slavery like... I mean I HAVE to be home from 6 or 7am untill 5 or 6pm when they pick up the kids... this Library trips/ walking trips/ or just droping off my children at the grandmothers just to take a breathe won't be happening... so I'm still thinking about what happens.  It will be in January when we'll see... I'll take the exam again, and also the room we have rented will be free to make sort of a playroom.  I'm not sure, let's see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to write more often... a lot of interesting things from the past happening, like finding high school friends and high school sweetheart through facebook... very exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-6048185888296931659?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/6048185888296931659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=6048185888296931659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/6048185888296931659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/6048185888296931659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2008/11/coming-back.html' title='coming back'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-743311669679018873</id><published>2008-08-17T22:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:50:09.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing at the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SKjijx_2zjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5ydcW9z471o/s1600-h/Gio+burried+on+sand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235683671162670642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SKjijx_2zjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5ydcW9z471o/s320/Gio+burried+on+sand.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Kid buried in the sand... did not like it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SKjhcmj3x3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/F5sc-qsXmJA/s1600-h/Beach+on+August.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235682448321791858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SKjhcmj3x3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/F5sc-qsXmJA/s320/Beach+on+August.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The guys... enjoying the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/21612226-743311669679018873?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/743311669679018873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=743311669679018873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/743311669679018873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/743311669679018873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2008/08/relaxing-at-beach.html' title='Relaxing at the beach'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SKjijx_2zjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5ydcW9z471o/s72-c/Gio+burried+on+sand.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-7946217429980448445</id><published>2008-08-16T00:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:07:45.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult Times</title><content type='html'>We are going through a difficult face in our marriage.  It seems that the economy does play a major role.  Even as I try not to let myself get burried in the worryness and the stress that all of this comes with, it does affect our mood, our stress level, our patience, our intellegence, and the perspective we have for each other.&lt;br /&gt;These are difficult times, I truly hope we can overcome them and get our lives back together, but as the situation continues, it seems that all of our goals, immediate and in the long run are totally different.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I may be crazy or maybe i'm asking too much, but then I realize that my husband is a very difficult, stuburn and close minded man...  or maybe is me.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I have to get out and be the bread winner, since husband's doors are closing everywhere, since he is not legally able to work yet (and we need four thousand dollars to get his papers straight with the immigration attorney) and second, he is in the electrical/construction business... and in south florida, that business is very slow.&lt;br /&gt;So I've been going out to give out resumes... for some reason this gets me very sentimental, everytime I walk out of an office, I cry.  &lt;br /&gt;I have a bachelors in psychology... I tried to get certified in behavior analysis 3 years ago, but failed the test, then got pregnant and decided to stay with the kid.  I worked for a year in a school as a co-teacher and seriously considered to get certification to be a teacher... that's in the process.   In the meantime, I am a person with a degree but zero experience, so my doors are closing too.&lt;br /&gt;Unless I go back to Administrative assistant (which I worked as i was doing school) but then I think I should be doing something related to my field... the thing is that there is a rent &amp;amp; bills to pay; there is also a lot of stress, fights, tears, and only $10 hourly jobs available.&lt;br /&gt;I told husband my mother offered for us to come and stay at the house for a good 4 to 6 months until we get our lives back together... to save up the money for his attorney, and save up money to get back on our feet... but his response was an absolutely NO. Instead, I should go out and provide for our family the way he has done it for 5 years, at least until he is able to get back on track. &lt;br /&gt;I have no problem on doing that, as long as I can find something quick and good... as long as he can take the time and learn good english... also finish his high schoold diploma and do some technical electrical schooling, so that when he does get his papers straight, he'll have some better chances in life.  But he is all about watching tv. The role as a stay home father is phenomenal... I have come back to the house and is impecable clean, delicious meals prepared, very well care children, but then I talk about making sacrifices so that we can be better off tomorrow, and always end up arguing.   &lt;br /&gt;"Lord, give me the strength to change what I can, give me the strength to resist what I cannot change and give me the wisdom to understand the difference between the two. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-7946217429980448445?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/7946217429980448445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=7946217429980448445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/7946217429980448445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/7946217429980448445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2008/08/difficult-times.html' title='Difficult Times'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-4118078028449295120</id><published>2008-07-12T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:32:09.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids doing what they like to do most... singing and playing!!!</title><content type='html'>Just watch them: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvr9UqfB7Ls"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvr9UqfB7Ls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvr9UqfB7Ls"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-4118078028449295120?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/4118078028449295120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=4118078028449295120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/4118078028449295120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/4118078028449295120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2008/07/kids-doing-what-they-like-to-do-most.html' title='The Kids doing what they like to do most... singing and playing!!!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-4496906867421253418</id><published>2008-07-02T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:11:59.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News... Colombian's Kidnappeds released!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a relief. 15 people that were kidnapped years ago were released today Wednesday July 2nd.   &lt;br /&gt;Ingrid Betancourt (ex-candidate for president), 3 United States citizens, and 11 Colombian soldiers were all within the ones released. &lt;br /&gt;Today is a Historic day among Colombian's and even Internationally.&lt;br /&gt;All of this happens while John McCain is visiting Colombia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-4496906867421253418?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/4496906867421253418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=4496906867421253418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/4496906867421253418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/4496906867421253418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-news-colombians-kidnappeds.html' title='Good News... Colombian&apos;s Kidnappeds released!!!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-1482260199641387525</id><published>2008-06-17T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:20:02.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>updating</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry i'm not posting that often, but without internet at home it gets difficult. I think I may go with that Verizon wireless for my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;My Children are great. The kid will be 3 on the 22nd. We still haven't figure out when exactly to make a little get together, like a small pool party sort of. For sure it will be Thomas and Friends themed.   He is talking in complete sentences, adding articles and working on his grammar; like the verbs tense.  He is even monkier now, and is doing evil things to his little brother.  He has earned a lot of times out because of that.  But continues sweet and smart. Still loves his Thomas, I'm glad the videos come in both languages so he can watch them in Spanish.  Oh, he is speaking a lot of english, I guess from the TV he watches (only about one hour a day).  It's easier for him to say things in English, even though I only speak spanish to him. So i'm trying to put spanish videos and reading stories in spanish as well.  He is liking reading a lot more than he used to. He knows all the alphabet letters and their sounds, Animals sounds, Numbers up to 20, shapes, and colors, both in English and spanish (mostly english) &lt;br /&gt;I am also planing to put the usual Disney movies he watches in another language. I'm not sure which one yet... but I was thinkin either French or Italian.  I think French is easier since most of those movies come in those three languages (English as Default, or if you choose Spanish or French).  This way he'll have a third language in his vocabulary.  I will make my best to learn the language as well, so that we can practice... that will be pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;The baby will be 10 months old on the 22nd.  He is chubby, about 25 pounds now. He crawls and keeps smiling all the time.  has five teeth in total.  He is a lot slower on his body abilities but he is doing really good.  I don't know how good is it to compare them, but I still do.  At this age, the Kid was already walking. The baby started crawling a couple of weeks ago.  He is also learning to move his hands with the rythm and lyrics to a couple of songs I sing to them constantly. &lt;br /&gt;I promise to post a Video of them singing and giggling.&lt;br /&gt;About Husband's father. Well the reunion at their house was really good. We got to meet his wife's family, they did a barbecue and a dinner for us and told us how happy they were that the family had expanded and to consider them as family too.&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks after, my father in law planned a quick trip to NY to meet with his other son (Husband's brother), so husband when along.  He was really happy because they got to spend time alone together... Imagine they drove up from Jacksonville to NY all by themselves about 12 to 14 hours back and forward.  And they spent about 3 days over there with found son # 2. They said it was great.&lt;br /&gt;My father in law is very very nice, he is sweet, smart, funny, well...I see in him the man I would like my husband to become (I hope that happens soon though). My suegra (father's wife) told me that he used to be the way Husband is right now... with a temper problem, but it has gotten better with time, patience, and a lot of work from her part.  I just don't know how much of that patience i have left.  We have had our marriage hanging from a hair string.  But somehow try to make it work, I just know that this marriage thing is difficult... it's being 4 and half years now.&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures of the Kid's 3rd Birthday... c ya soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-1482260199641387525?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/1482260199641387525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=1482260199641387525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/1482260199641387525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/1482260199641387525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2008/06/updating.html' title='updating'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-1578171270828303946</id><published>2008-04-23T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:36:06.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A father has returned</title><content type='html'>Well, I know i haven't post in the longest time, but here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to tell... My kids are wonderful, big and healthy... although they were pretty sick two weeks ago for about a week.  They had some type of virus, they both had diarrhea and vomiting everything they ate... thankfully they never stopped eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week i had a retreat, it was a truly wonderful experience.  It truly helps us get in touch with our savior.  I am emotionally touched and extremely happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunts leave this coming Sunday. They were really happy and liked south Florida a lot.  Hopefully they come back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is happening to my husband's life that it's really beautiful and amazing.  His father left them when they were both 8 and 10 yrs old.  Now the guy has re-appeared.  We were all filled with mixed emotions about him, but when he finally contacted Hubby he told him in a very nervous voice how happy excited he was when he knew about them.  First to contact hubby was his 5 years younger brother.  He told us how happy he was to find out he had two brothers, he always dreamed of and drove 5 hours to meet us.  Immediately 15 year old sister starts calling Hubby... talking in the sweetiest voice that you can hear the emotion and happiness in her voice. She told him repeatedly how she couldn't wait to meet and hug his new brother, me and her new nephews.  So far sounds nice... so he decided to talk to his father, and they came this past weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;He got marry inmediately after leaving his past family, and started a new life... got new kids and all. When he decided to go back to visit his kids, they all have moved out of the country and had come to live in NY.  He too was living in NY. He told us how every year in the Colombian Independence party they walked around the park looking for two familiar faces, with no luck.  Apparently him and his wife looked for them all this years... more than 20, my husband is 29 years old... go figure.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion this past weekend was a very good weekend for us... They were very loving, they cried and hugged a lot... my husband's heart has healed his father's absence, and now he is very excited to make up for all that time.  This Friday we will be driving up to Jacksonville, Fl to share with them.  we are about 5 to 6 hours away, but we are very excited about this new family that has come to our life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-1578171270828303946?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/1578171270828303946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=1578171270828303946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/1578171270828303946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/1578171270828303946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2008/04/father-has-returned.html' title='A father has returned'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-4421864977977230077</id><published>2008-02-21T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:31:15.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of everything...</title><content type='html'>The happiest moments of my life are when I see my 6month old baby's eyes light up and giggle of happiness everytime he sees his older brother walk in(or should i say jump in) to the room.  It's the most unconditional love, the room is lit up with happiness and joy.&lt;br /&gt;On another subject, next week is my birthday. I'll be 30, can't believe it.  Don't have anything planned, since our finances aren't the best right now.&lt;br /&gt;We also have family coming from overseas. Both of my grandmothers come back along with two aunts who were granted visas to visit us.  We will have 2 months full of everyday activities; hey, we have to take our aunts out right? Please let us know best places to take them on road trips here in Florida!!!  I'm pretty sure we'll take 2 days to one of the themed parks in Orlando... anything else, advices welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also trying to plan our finances (that means my house and my mom's house), I'm trying to work on Excell, but I'm pretty sure there should be an internet program that will help us plan our bills better.  Please let me know if there is a good free program... Thank you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-4421864977977230077?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/4421864977977230077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=4421864977977230077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/4421864977977230077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/4421864977977230077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-bit-of-everything.html' title='A little bit of everything...'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-4857614043085194050</id><published>2008-02-08T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:26:22.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>G&amp;G</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R6zklFfyUwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_WUi0qswrYQ/s1600-h/G%26G.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R6zklFfyUwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_WUi0qswrYQ/s400/G%26G.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164754198468907778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-4857614043085194050?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/4857614043085194050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=4857614043085194050' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/4857614043085194050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/4857614043085194050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2008/02/g.html' title='G&amp;G'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R6zklFfyUwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_WUi0qswrYQ/s72-c/G%26G.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-6802736521881349283</id><published>2008-01-31T11:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:49:27.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Truck Day &amp; Sharing</title><content type='html'>Saturday was truck day at a local park, they had first aid trucks, construction trucks, school busses, all sort of fun trucks... it's the kids dream so we took the boys there.  I must admit, mu husband became one of the many children there...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R6eHyFfyUvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EapDiKnDUTY/s1600-h/g10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R6eHyFfyUvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EapDiKnDUTY/s200/g10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163244792342270706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R6eHtVfyUuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9HLxdO3rfLg/s1600-h/g7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R6eHtVfyUuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9HLxdO3rfLg/s200/g7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163244710737892066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R6eHllfyUtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HB8SeLzPMYg/s1600-h/g5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R6eHllfyUtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HB8SeLzPMYg/s200/g5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163244577593905874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R6eHYlfyUsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/s9dFz6_7EsM/s1600-h/g4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R6eHYlfyUsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/s9dFz6_7EsM/s200/g4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163244354255606466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R6eHTVfyUrI/AAAAAAAAADs/FomRJOmIefw/s1600-h/g3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R6eHTVfyUrI/AAAAAAAAADs/FomRJOmIefw/s200/g3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163244264061293234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R6eHNlfyUqI/AAAAAAAAADk/vFRebNPW74g/s1600-h/g2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R6eHNlfyUqI/AAAAAAAAADk/vFRebNPW74g/s200/g2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163244165277045410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R6eHGlfyUpI/AAAAAAAAADc/1hfxYQvtVZ4/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R6eHGlfyUpI/AAAAAAAAADc/1hfxYQvtVZ4/s320/g1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163244045017961106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing is that I need my boy to learn how to share. Everytime someone comes to our house he fights over his toys... does not like to share at all.  He even gets the toys that are not even his and says 'mine' and dont share at all... Please help!!! How can I teach him?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-6802736521881349283?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/6802736521881349283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=6802736521881349283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/6802736521881349283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/6802736521881349283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-truck-day-sharing.html' title='Happy Truck Day &amp; Sharing'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R6eHyFfyUvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EapDiKnDUTY/s72-c/g10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-3491243261722846788</id><published>2008-01-19T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:50:16.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interior Designers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R5K2qGvZgfI/AAAAAAAAADU/mTvV0qrrKrA/s1600-h/01-12-08_0738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R5K2qGvZgfI/AAAAAAAAADU/mTvV0qrrKrA/s400/01-12-08_0738.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157385357772816882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today saturday, we're just resting while the kids are asleep.  We are planning on decorating their room tomorro.  We bought blue and orange paint.  Orange sheets for their new bunk beds, and I will buy cushion covers with those colors, rug and lightning fixtures will be next.  Our mission to have our kids room decorated in a fun children's friendly way. I hope we can make a good role as interior designers for children room... For sure we'll make an excellent job for trying our best designers for our son's room. &lt;br /&gt;About my boys... They are wonderful, beautiful, very smart, very lovely... the little one will be 5 months old on the 22nd.  He weighted 19 pounds for his 4 months wells check up... very chuby and smiley, Doctor said I should be very proud of my only breastfed baby decision; I am.  She said I could start him on solids, like fruits first, but it wasn't necessary... that breastmilk was most important. &lt;br /&gt;The big boy is the sweetest kid there is in this world. He is very caring for others, his vocabulary is expanding magnificiantly. I am very lucky to have them as my children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-3491243261722846788?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/3491243261722846788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=3491243261722846788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/3491243261722846788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/3491243261722846788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2008/01/interior-designers.html' title='Interior Designers'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/R5K2qGvZgfI/AAAAAAAAADU/mTvV0qrrKrA/s72-c/01-12-08_0738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-1292391079662788453</id><published>2007-12-13T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T12:57:08.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip so far</title><content type='html'>I am now in Cali, my hometown. The kids are wonderful, I spent about 12 days in another city called Medellin, that´s my husband´s city. I went to take the kids to his family, and for them to meet with my husband´s oldest son Kevin.  He is 11 years old, and I brought him along to Cali. I hope he behaves, since he is a difficult child. He had a difficult childhood, was brought up in the ghetto, has very little manners and a difficult temperament. He is lacking lots of love, hugs me and kisses me a lot, but when he´s told not to do something, he gets mad and his ghetto comes out. I truly hope I can give the best of me to this kid.  Although he lives with his mom, he´ll be better of along with us in the United States.  By the way, my husband came to this wonderful country when his son was 6 months old... so they basically don´t know each other.  I hope God gives us strength to bring him over and care for him.&lt;br /&gt;The kids got sick in Medellin, but as soon as we got to Cali, they got a whole lot better. They are all amazed with both of them, that they are really cute. More later, as soon as I can fix my camera I´ll post pictures!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-1292391079662788453?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/1292391079662788453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=1292391079662788453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/1292391079662788453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/1292391079662788453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-trip-so-far.html' title='My trip so far'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-7710472073040364502</id><published>2007-11-26T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:16:23.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going away!!!</title><content type='html'>The kids are big and beautiful.... I'm here, about 12 hours before my flight,and as a good hispanic, i'm leaving everything for last minute. I have not yet done my bags, none of our luggage is done. The house is yet to be cleaned... it's about 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, it will be about 3am before i hit the bed. My husband is staying behind (because of this immigration laws, he can't get out of the country... 12 years without seen his first son, not fair) therefore I have to leave the house ready for him.&lt;br /&gt;As you can understand, I am in a hurry... very busy days to follow.  I will  first go to my husband's city Medellin for 12 days... 5 luggages, 2 kids, and one grandmother to help.  I have to do a lot of things for my husband's son, like find a good school... sign him up on a sports, maybe karate aswell, dance classes. Then again to the airport and to my city Cali, be there for christmas and come back on Dec 31st, to receive the new years with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh... love you all!!! hope I can write from abroad!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-7710472073040364502?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/7710472073040364502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=7710472073040364502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/7710472073040364502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/7710472073040364502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-going-away.html' title='I&apos;m going away!!!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-7646083188318620855</id><published>2007-11-02T19:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T19:27:15.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>from my firefighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ryuxrwp0FuI/AAAAAAAAADE/FdSP9KS1qWo/s1600-h/P1120180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ryuxrwp0FuI/AAAAAAAAADE/FdSP9KS1qWo/s320/P1120180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128387966044215010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my Mickey Mouse&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RyuxHwp0FtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pe1V_kuP9u8/s1600-h/P1120217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RyuxHwp0FtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pe1V_kuP9u8/s320/P1120217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128387347568924370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RyuyMAp0FvI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZEGwKn0Pi38/s1600-h/P1120215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RyuyMAp0FvI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZEGwKn0Pi38/s320/P1120215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128388520094996210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-7646083188318620855?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/7646083188318620855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=7646083188318620855' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/7646083188318620855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/7646083188318620855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ryuxrwp0FuI/AAAAAAAAADE/FdSP9KS1qWo/s72-c/P1120180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-8714695698198770616</id><published>2007-11-02T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T19:08:29.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible twos</title><content type='html'>The guy played for about 2 mins with the Johnson's Baby Powder, next thing we know... it was all over his body and my bed and floor.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ryuowwp0FrI/AAAAAAAAACs/X46lsEmjxKY/s1600-h/mi+picsz+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ryuowwp0FrI/AAAAAAAAACs/X46lsEmjxKY/s200/mi+picsz+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128378156338910898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the baby is looking a lot like his brother... see it for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RyutIgp0FsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hlZ8FxP8Nto/s1600-h/P1120160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RyutIgp0FsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hlZ8FxP8Nto/s200/P1120160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128382962407315138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-8714695698198770616?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/8714695698198770616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=8714695698198770616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/8714695698198770616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/8714695698198770616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/11/terrible-twos.html' title='Terrible twos'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ryuowwp0FrI/AAAAAAAAACs/X46lsEmjxKY/s72-c/mi+picsz+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-1470454265396175632</id><published>2007-11-01T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T18:44:28.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RypApAp0FqI/AAAAAAAAACk/rMBeCoSiRYc/s1600-h/gina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RypApAp0FqI/AAAAAAAAACk/rMBeCoSiRYc/s200/gina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127982199008925346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted in the longest time... it has taken some time to adjust to the new life, a two year old going through a terrible stage, how is it call again?  hum... and a newborn.  days filled with doctors appointments, insurance appointments, grandmother's doctors appointments...etc, remember that in the family i'm the one who knows how to drive, with a car, and time off (i don't know what makes them think that this is really time off).&lt;br /&gt;My husband for instance has that idea... for him, I'm home all day, doing nothing. So he doesn't understand how come when he gets home the dishes aren't done. the house isn't clean, the food is only half way done.  He manages to find the kids washed and dressed, fed, and looking cute and happy... but that's not enough.  What do you do all day??? is his everyday question.  I try to take a friends advice "leave him all day with them, he'll figure out is not easy" But I haven't had that opportunity.  First of all the guy is a construction worker, so he is extra tired when he gets home (can't really ask him to help) that's when he gets home early, lately he has another renovation he is doing on his own, so he's working  nights and weekends.  &lt;br /&gt;As for me and the kids, the little one is growing, cutely... he is looking a lot like his brother.&lt;br /&gt;Brother is happy with his little brother, he respects and loves his little brother dearly. The big guy spends lots of time at starfall.com and loves it.  to my surprise he knows all the letters and sounds, and he also knows how to count up to 20 and is sucessfull in counting items.  When we are driving he announces the letters of the signs he sees, is very admireble, remember he is two and 4 months.  &lt;br /&gt;He is having accidents when we go out. My sister's QUINCES party is next month in Colombia. So we've been doing her dress shopping (remember I'm the free one). Some how I believe that those beautiful bridal dresses inspires him to do number two. Both times hiding behind a white splendid dress, wearing no pull ups.  Can you imagine the mess? not to mention how embarrassed I felt.  So now we go out again, wearing pull ups, and he is getting comfortable. he knows those things protect from the mess, so why bother asking for a bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy i found an indoor playground that the kid can burn two year old energy at the mall. here is a picture: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ryo_hwp0FpI/AAAAAAAAACc/JsAl9akzm_E/s1600-h/GIO+playground.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ryo_hwp0FpI/AAAAAAAAACc/JsAl9akzm_E/s320/GIO+playground.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127980974943245970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-1470454265396175632?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/1470454265396175632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=1470454265396175632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/1470454265396175632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/1470454265396175632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RypApAp0FqI/AAAAAAAAACk/rMBeCoSiRYc/s72-c/gina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-7477804841708598151</id><published>2007-09-03T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:06:24.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GianCarlo was born, we're so blessed!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Rt2PEhOBJCI/AAAAAAAAACU/rjlcSfMX8oQ/s1600-h/P1010612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Rt2PEhOBJCI/AAAAAAAAACU/rjlcSfMX8oQ/s320/P1010612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106394860307424290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6lbs 12oz, cutest little thing. We are so thrilled since my first boy was 9 pounds, this one is really small, looks like a real newborn, so cute. &lt;br /&gt;More pictures to come, stay tuned!!! &lt;br /&gt;I am surprised though of the very few people that have come to meet our new little prince. I guess in moments like this you truly know who are the real friends.  Unmeasurable thanks to my inmediate family, dad, mom, sis, brother, and my two grandmothers who have been taking care of me and my babies for the past two weeks.  Thanks to the family from Sebring who came to the hospital twice and to the house aswell, they are very excited about my baby.  And finally our friends Julia &amp; daughter Julie, the only ones so far to show interest and caring for our family.  I have over 80 pictures of his birth on my msn space, but for some unknown reason I can't seem to be able to see them.  Weird, I'll keep trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-7477804841708598151?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/7477804841708598151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=7477804841708598151' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/7477804841708598151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/7477804841708598151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/09/giancarlo-was-born-were-so-blessed.html' title='GianCarlo was born, we&apos;re so blessed!!!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Rt2PEhOBJCI/AAAAAAAAACU/rjlcSfMX8oQ/s72-c/P1010612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-4504358750180073583</id><published>2007-08-03T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T10:56:58.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scheduled C-Section... Debating date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RrNBoL7HPEI/AAAAAAAAACE/OJ0G910T4c0/s1600-h/a+BABY.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RrNBoL7HPEI/AAAAAAAAACE/OJ0G910T4c0/s320/a+BABY.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094487762137463874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Doctor's appointment yesterday.  He told me, according to the due date, which is Sept 5th, they'll program the cesarean two weeks before, which will be on Aug 22nd.  They'll do an ultrasound a day before to make sure the baby's lungs are mature enough; if not, then they will re-schedule for the following week Aug 29th.  We come from a very close family, my lovely sister will turn QUINCE on Aug 23rd.  Our Quinces is like the Sweet Sixteen, is one of the most important birthdays of a young girl, turning into adulthood.  My parents and I have been making plans for her QUINCES all year long.  &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I told my parents my conversation with the doctor, they all mentioned about trying to schedule for Aug 29th, that way the whole family could be together for her Quince's;  Otherwise they will be all celebrating, and me on the Hospital all alone.  I've been forced to stay out of some family gatherings because of this pregnancy thing... I don't want to be left out this time.  Two years ago was our cousin's Quinces, The whole family traveled to Colombia except me, I was on my days to deliver the kid. Luckily they all made it back three days before the big day.  Right now they are all back in Colombia for a family vacation to an island, is about 50 members of our family out there vacationing.  &lt;br /&gt;Should I talk to the Doctor about waiting one week anyways?  That will probably increase the chances that I can deliver naturally.  I would like to try that, but I definately don't want to wait until after September 1st.  Is all because of this school calendar thing.  I know three kids who are behind one year because their birthdays are a few days after September.&lt;br /&gt;This I'm debating right now.  My last ultrasound (last Friday) came out really nice, the baby is doing perfect, despite of my Gestational Diabetes, he has a normal size, 5lbs 6oz so far.  We're still debating for his name... suggestions needed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-4504358750180073583?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/4504358750180073583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=4504358750180073583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/4504358750180073583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/4504358750180073583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/08/scheduled-c-section-debating-date.html' title='Scheduled C-Section... Debating date'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RrNBoL7HPEI/AAAAAAAAACE/OJ0G910T4c0/s72-c/a+BABY.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-5575446064748506946</id><published>2007-07-24T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T10:04:58.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting rid of the bad word</title><content type='html'>I thought it was going to be more difficult, but is been two days and he hasn't say it once.  Instead he is naturally reacting to the "Oh Gosh" we tried to imposed.&lt;br /&gt;Well this is the story.  It is true when they say they repeat what they hear at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have discovered that we say the "Oh Sh.." word a lot.  After a long weekend about a month ago, we watched movies, and my reaction to scary, things falling, surprising, or any kind of exciting things will be with that word.  Well, the Kid got it all right, perfectly... that was his very natural reaction to anything scary, to anything that fell down, to almost everything.  It started being embarraasing, since it was already migrating with him whenever we went out.  So we tried to say "Oh Gosh" louder whenever he sayd the bad word. Then last week he started saying both simultaneously, still naturally.   But good news, I haven't heard it once, since yesterday... Yuuuuu hooooo, Mission Accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good news, he is fully potty trained, both number 1 &amp; 2. The only thing that still needs work is the night one.  But he goes pee pee before he goes to bed, and immedately after he wakes up.  His night pull up is still wet though. Congratulations to &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mvillalta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monkey Doodle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; for his accomplishment, he is two months away from his 2nd birthday and is doing great!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-5575446064748506946?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/5575446064748506946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=5575446064748506946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/5575446064748506946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/5575446064748506946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/07/getting-rid-of-bad-word.html' title='Getting rid of the bad word'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-3521508143976128183</id><published>2007-07-12T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:22:46.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RpZW94b8-mI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XNjWidYF9PM/s1600-h/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RpZW94b8-mI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XNjWidYF9PM/s320/34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086348450283190882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My childhood friend Maryori came over with her family to visit for the weekend. On saturday we went to Miami MetroZoo, had a great day with the kids who were delighted to see all the animals, refresh at their kids friendly refresher zone, ride on a 4 passanger bicycle and enjoy a great family afternoon eating fruit frozen bars.  We also walked over to the &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96733236@N00/show/"&gt;beach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RpZW2Yb8-lI/AAAAAAAAABs/ppZ7De_80CY/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RpZW2Yb8-lI/AAAAAAAAABs/ppZ7De_80CY/s320/23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086348321434171986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RpZWvIb8-kI/AAAAAAAAABk/WYe8kDrYozA/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RpZWvIb8-kI/AAAAAAAAABk/WYe8kDrYozA/s320/27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086348196880120386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RpZWmob8-jI/AAAAAAAAABc/hktiQc51EbE/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RpZWmob8-jI/AAAAAAAAABc/hktiQc51EbE/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086348050851232306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RpZXGIb8-nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/t4pGMSctHqE/s1600-h/47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RpZXGIb8-nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/t4pGMSctHqE/s320/47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086348592017111666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-3521508143976128183?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/3521508143976128183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=3521508143976128183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/3521508143976128183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/3521508143976128183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/07/family-weekend.html' title='Family Weekend'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/RpZW94b8-mI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XNjWidYF9PM/s72-c/34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-5072570969625998922</id><published>2007-07-08T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T09:12:28.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we decided to take the kid to Disney for his birthday. My son had a fever the day before we left, so right before we took off, we stoped by his pediatrician to see what was happening.  He had a fever, and a beginning of an ear infection. The doctor gave us the OK to travel and prescribed medicine for him.&lt;br /&gt;On our way there (3 1/2 hour drive) we stoped at one of the stops to eat, bathroom, etc.  At one point I saw my kid fainting, his eyes were elsewhere and his mouth was trembling crazily. He was having a seizure, I got so scared, started screaming immediately, called for help. My husband grabbed the kid and we didn't know what to do. A trooper came immediately and asked if we wanted an ambulance, to which at no doubt we said yes.  A very nice employee told us to put water on his head, I screamed no... but somehow the guy forced my husband to the bathroom and the kid reacted, Thank God.  He started crying and asked for mami, We were much relieved, it was a really really scary experience.  &lt;br /&gt;When the ambulance came, they told me it was a fever seizure, that it was normal... and to keep going to Orlando, since they had an excellent pediatric hospital. So we did, but there was no need to take him to the hospital, the kid's fever never came back, he was playing and talking as a parrot happily thereafter...&lt;br /&gt;he had a blast with Mickey Mouse, and loved the park; although it was way too hot and humid.  May this remind myself not to go to Disney on Summer time. It was almost unbeareable.&lt;br /&gt;His Doctor explained everything about that &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://children.webmd.com/tc/Fever-Seizures-Topic-Overview/"&gt;fever seizure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; and step by ste on how to stop the fever.&lt;br /&gt;1. take off all of his clothes, take the temperature 5 mins' afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;2. give him tylenol (temperature remaines the same)&lt;br /&gt;3. give him motrin (one hour later, temperature still high)&lt;br /&gt;4. 1/2 hour after the motrin, temperature still high, take him a bath, the water will not be too hot or too cold, and keep the child inside the water for as long as needed untill his high temperature drops.&lt;br /&gt;5. if no bath available then follow by rubbing the neck, forehead, feet with a damp cloth. This one has to be really cold, with ice if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is to do anything and everything to keep the fever down.  Fever is usually a sign of some infection, could be an ear infection, throat, etc.  So let's keep the fever down, and take them to the doctor for the right treatment for the infection!!!&lt;br /&gt;Good Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-5072570969625998922?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/5072570969625998922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=5072570969625998922' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/5072570969625998922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/5072570969625998922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-we-decided-to-take-kid-to-disney-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-7558371587063901312</id><published>2007-07-05T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T12:12:24.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think he looks like me. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ro0YXU6adTI/AAAAAAAAABU/2Z5PS5FKzyw/s1600-h/Gio+%26+Mami.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ro0YXU6adTI/AAAAAAAAABU/2Z5PS5FKzyw/s320/Gio+%26+Mami.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083746343400928562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-7558371587063901312?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/7558371587063901312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=7558371587063901312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/7558371587063901312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/7558371587063901312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-think-he-looks-like-me.html' title='I think he looks like me. . .'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ro0YXU6adTI/AAAAAAAAABU/2Z5PS5FKzyw/s72-c/Gio+%26+Mami.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-8789652279806185334</id><published>2007-06-25T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T11:10:39.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My kid's 2nd Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Rn_aWHbUC0I/AAAAAAAAABM/wv5bB6XJy-g/s1600-h/DSC00871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Rn_aWHbUC0I/AAAAAAAAABM/wv5bB6XJy-g/s320/DSC00871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080018978182794050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he turned 2 on Friday June 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;He is so social, so cute.  we took him to ChuckECheese, and he was having a blast.  We loved so much seeing him so happy that decided to make him a little party on Sunday. So Friday my parents wanted to cut him a cake, and &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/ginamarcelav//"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; are the pictures.  There are also the pictures from Sunday at the party.  He knew he was the honored one, everytime someone got there, he'll get up to greet them with a huge enthusiastic HOOOLAAA followed by a hug and a kiss. This will obviously make everyone fall in love with him.  At the time he had to get up to the stage he went with no fear, and started dancing and clapping as if it was one of his every day performances.  I'm telling you, I'm in love with this kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-8789652279806185334?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/8789652279806185334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=8789652279806185334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/8789652279806185334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/8789652279806185334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-kids-2nd-bday.html' title='My kid&apos;s 2nd Bday'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Rn_aWHbUC0I/AAAAAAAAABM/wv5bB6XJy-g/s72-c/DSC00871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-5827217121083548105</id><published>2007-06-13T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T22:00:33.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost two, almost potty trained...</title><content type='html'>we're about 10 days from his 2nd Bday, the kid is almost potty trained.&lt;br /&gt;He tells me chi chi (spanish version of pi pi or pee pee?). well, he has his routine already... sits on the toilet, looking at the tank; The aiming is perfect. Besides he was afraid from the potty training little toilet thing.  Anyways, he sits, starts peing inmediately, then looks at the toilet paper and says "papel", so i give him some, then he says "flush" so I look at him and he confirms "flush da toidaa" so I say, "Yes, flush the toilet".  then he waves good bye to the water...and says "boob boy" his version to the good boy thing.&lt;br /&gt;This has been happening for the past two weeks, every day, every half an hour. As long as he is w/ me, because daddy is too lazy to keep his training going, it's easier for him to keep him on pampers.&lt;br /&gt;What i thought was funny, yesterday while watching tv, in the middle of the living room he started pooping. I noticed when the whole thing fell on the floor, I thought that the caca part was included in the training???  guess not? How will i traine for that part? then the night will be another two weeks training episode...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-5827217121083548105?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/5827217121083548105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=5827217121083548105' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/5827217121083548105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/5827217121083548105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/06/almost-potty-trained.html' title='Almost two, almost potty trained...'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-2862127289171590017</id><published>2007-06-03T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T10:11:30.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gum &amp; more Gum</title><content type='html'>I took my kid to school on Thursday, last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;He was a happy kid, since in my class there were always 14 year old girls who love kids, and wanted him all for them for that hour... ufff, time for me to catch up with grading finals.  All this peace until the last period, where one of my students happens to be his lovely aunt, wanted to show off with her beloved nephew.  made him scream, jump from the teacher's desk, gave him to chew gum, make him run all over the classroom...wait, did I say chewing gum?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah... I remember he was chewing gum for over 15 mins.  I also remember kindly asking him to throw it away... and he did, I saw it, I swear.  How come then, after the bell rang, and we are left alone... he is chewing gum again?  I looked at the garbage can by my desk and there it was, the one from before.  It couldn't be that his aunt left him another one, so i got up went around my desk as he happily showed me his new discovery: "WOW" he exclaimed as he pointed to under the students desk... pretty picture for him uh??? there they are!!! CHICLES (GUMS) of all the colors and shapes!!!!  He was a happy kid... I was not his happy mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-2862127289171590017?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/2862127289171590017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=2862127289171590017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/2862127289171590017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/2862127289171590017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/06/gum-more-gum.html' title='Gum &amp; more Gum'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-8003680030076232916</id><published>2007-05-24T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:24:18.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8 things.</title><content type='html'>I’ve been tagged by Martha ... These are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. I am now happy about my other little boy, besides from the fact that all my life I wanted a girl.&lt;br /&gt;  2. I talk to myself, all the time... I mean full conversations with questions and answers.&lt;br /&gt;  3. I'm not a friend of cleaning, but I have to. I guess I have no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;  4. whenever I do cleaning, it takes me about a day and a half to finish...i'm always taking little brakes, no mention on laundry (folding and putting away).&lt;br /&gt;  5. One time, we slept for over two months at the guest room, because our bed was full of clean laundry waiting for me to put away. One day I got strenth from I don't know where and was happy to finish it.  My husband was sad, he liked the smaller bedroom better...&lt;br /&gt;  6. I am in love with my family and my life.&lt;br /&gt;  7. I love the new apartment we moved into 3 weeks ago, is two blocks away from the beach, two blocks away from a publix, and walking distance from everywhere...  I wanted to be able to walk to places, difficult in Florida, but we did it!!!&lt;br /&gt;  8. I'm not sure if I'll be able to have vbac or another c-section.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey,  I did it!!! ufff, Now I'll tag:  ummmm... &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joseavillalta.blogspot.com/"&gt;JoseAli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;,since he is taggeble,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://crazybloggincanuck.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;, her beautiful hurricane is celebrating her birthday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://roaringmommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Roaringmommy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;, &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://wilddaisies-pj.blogspot.com/"&gt;WildDaisies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;,  because I browsed trough her blog and loved the use of her truck, especially the one that helps refresh, and wash the street!!, &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://vignolo-ramirez.spaces.live.com/"&gt;Candice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; Guys, she has a lot to do with my current life, is her fault that i'm married with children. and &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://89110260050.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?_c02_owner=1"&gt;Yuli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;,  since she is adorable and I haven't talked to her in the longest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-8003680030076232916?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/8003680030076232916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=8003680030076232916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/8003680030076232916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/8003680030076232916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/05/8-things.html' title='8 things.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-2707068958929077763</id><published>2007-05-24T21:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:49:27.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We are having another little boy!!!!</title><content type='html'>We are thrilled to announce that we are expecting a little boy.  We really wanted the girl, but are blessed and happy to receive my Kid's little playmate.  They'll be 26 months apart.&lt;br /&gt;I will just go and play dolls and dress up with &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mvillalta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Martha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; while the monkeys do their thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-2707068958929077763?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/2707068958929077763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=2707068958929077763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/2707068958929077763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/2707068958929077763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-are-having-another-little-boy.html' title='We are having another little boy!!!!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-2264649719696745280</id><published>2007-04-23T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:23:12.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures...</title><content type='html'>Kidding, we just got a new camera and were delighted to take two days of Pix of our Kid.&lt;br /&gt;we gave him breakfast... instead he decides to take a nap. How dares?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ri1lWw-kiPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ha8LgsULN8s/s1600-h/P1010315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ri1lWw-kiPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ha8LgsULN8s/s320/P1010315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056809398385805554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Mommy &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ri1lrQ-kiQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FNm9u1xebRM/s1600-h/P1010326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ri1lrQ-kiQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FNm9u1xebRM/s320/P1010326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056809750573123842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't leave daddy out &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ri1l5Q-kiRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iJO8tW8MoBo/s1600-h/P1010328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ri1l5Q-kiRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iJO8tW8MoBo/s320/P1010328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056809991091292434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so cute &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ri1mRA-kiSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7RpiIpwJCwA/s1600-h/P1010329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ri1mRA-kiSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7RpiIpwJCwA/s320/P1010329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056810399113185570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a little fresh in Hot Spring days w/auntie &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ri1mfg-kiTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rXCF3ZrSzyM/s1600-h/P1010335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ri1mfg-kiTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rXCF3ZrSzyM/s320/P1010335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056810648221288754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...big belly, big butt. :(&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ri1myQ-kiUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Mxu3gCR4F1I/s1600-h/P1010349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ri1myQ-kiUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Mxu3gCR4F1I/s320/P1010349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056810970343835970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy likes to pose &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ri1nPw-kiVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yXmPJBixs_g/s1600-h/P1010356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ri1nPw-kiVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yXmPJBixs_g/s320/P1010356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056811477149976914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, he is done w/ pictures&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ri1nnQ-kiWI/AAAAAAAAABE/_WlHGufOs8g/s1600-h/P1010360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ri1nnQ-kiWI/AAAAAAAAABE/_WlHGufOs8g/s320/P1010360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056811880876902754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-2264649719696745280?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/2264649719696745280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=2264649719696745280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/2264649719696745280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/2264649719696745280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures...'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/Ri1lWw-kiPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ha8LgsULN8s/s72-c/P1010315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-117616888681892675</id><published>2007-04-09T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:34:46.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping on Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7114/2187/1600/394423/PICT5344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7114/2187/320/186375/PICT5344.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went camping for spring break. We had a blast, you may check out the pictures &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://ginamarcelav.spaces.live.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;. We went to Lake Kissimmee State Park.  It's a wonderful place to be, so much nature, so many animals, it's splendid.  &lt;br /&gt;There is a trail that will take you back to 1872. There's a house and the guy that lives there talks to you about his life, the guy doesn't even know that cars exist, don't even talk about airplanes, much less internet.  He takes care of his cows (the trail is called COW CAMP).  There was one cow in labor, we missed the birth by 40 mins, since we were supposed to go boating into the lake.&lt;br /&gt;The lake is huge, so huge that we went boating about 2 hours and spent the next 3 hours trying to get back (got lost).  It was a real adventure.&lt;br /&gt;My son was happy, he had so much fun, he loves the animals, and knows most of them by their nick names (the ones he made up for them) and the sounds they make.  "Ah cow" he said, followed by the 'moooo'.  Ah pio (to every bird he saw flying by). and ah Wow Wow (ooof oof) to dogs and deers (I guess to him they look alike). He is so wonderful, he is the happiest kid on earth, making me the happiest mom!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-117616888681892675?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/117616888681892675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=117616888681892675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/117616888681892675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/117616888681892675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/04/camping-on-spring-break.html' title='Camping on Spring Break'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-117561015298607390</id><published>2007-04-03T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T08:32:37.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7114/2187/1600/889043/Gio%20Summer%20is%20here%2004-03-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7114/2187/320/534067/Gio%20Summer%20is%20here%2004-03-07.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to my readers, I know it's been long since I don't post, but I have great news for you all... &lt;br /&gt;We are expecting our second baby, yeeeah... I'm about 18 weeks pregnant now, and still don't know if is girl or boy.  For my boy I didn't wanted to know, it was very exciting the fact itself of having our first baby.  For this one though, I'm crazy to find out, and I won't have my next Doctor's aptm until about 4 weeks. Which means he won't order a sonogram anytime soon.  I'm dying of curiosity...  AAAAAAhhhh too  much time.  &lt;br /&gt;My kid, Emmanuel, is doing great; growing and growing, talks a lot now... knows the sounds of some letters (since he is now addicted to www. starfall .com) 5 mins everyday before bedtime.  He knows the sounds of the animals, and say more and more words clearly.  I'm so proud of him, aaah, and he is turning more of a monkey by the day; can't seem to be in a place without climbing on everything he finds to climb on.  If there's nothing, then he'll climb on us, rude kid... thinks we are his rock climbing adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-117561015298607390?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/117561015298607390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=117561015298607390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/117561015298607390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/117561015298607390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time!!!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-116848374215517873</id><published>2007-01-10T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:54:58.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mami is busy on the computer.....   The kid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7114/2187/1600/263259/dormidito%20en%20una%20CAJA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7114/2187/400/162296/dormidito%20en%20una%20CAJA.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing.  Got tired of waiting for mommy to stop blogging, and decided to get into a box and... well, you see!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, if you're wondering about the hand.  Accident, we went camping this weekend and he tripped over the BBQ grill (those that are on the floor on state parks) and his little left hand landed on the still burning charcoal.  2nd degree burn on this palm hand, luckily he is healing so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-116848374215517873?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/116848374215517873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=116848374215517873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/116848374215517873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/116848374215517873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2007/01/mami-is-busy-on-computer-kid.html' title='mami is busy on the computer.....   The kid?'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-116605824542474958</id><published>2006-12-13T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:04:05.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid.... never leave me please!!!</title><content type='html'>This morning at work, two pregnant teachers announced they were having boys, they started talking about how boy's aren't really yours. That when they grow up and marry, they belong more to the wife's family than to their own.  I started to cry... I thought my Kid was only mine, mine for ever and ever...&lt;br /&gt;eating him over and over... everytime I want, anytime I want.  why will he go away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-116605824542474958?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/116605824542474958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=116605824542474958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/116605824542474958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/116605824542474958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2006/12/kid-never-leave-me-please.html' title='Kid.... never leave me please!!!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-116381878652011428</id><published>2006-11-17T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T21:59:46.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>missing the ZZZZ's</title><content type='html'>sleeping is now getting harder and harder by the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the kid's new desire to start crying and screaming and kicking in the middle of the night for MY Pillow.  Yes folks, M Y pillow.  so this is how it goes. We're all sleeping, or trying to, keeping in mind that we literally have a monkey in bed.  Then all of a sudden a grumpy sleepy head starts to moan, and cry, then suddenly kick my head, and actually sits, scream (All of this his eyes are totally closed)  and pushes my head away.  OK, I give up. I'll move from the middle of the bed towards the end.  Then he stops, sits again and throws himself on top of MY PILLOW.  Afterwards, sweet dreams again, his desire was fulfilled. Sweet dreams; or at least we try.&lt;br /&gt;This episode did not happened only last night, but the one before, and before, and before.  I think is the 3rd one in a row. &lt;br /&gt; I totally decided to lock him in his own room, in his own crib, with his own pillow (or maybe i'll let him borrow mine) for this weekend.  But is 9:50pm, he is so beautifully playing with a microphone dad bought him. I'm about to eat him up, and hug him for the rest of the night; or maybe only until the episode comes up again.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-116381878652011428?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/116381878652011428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=116381878652011428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/116381878652011428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/116381878652011428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2006/11/missing-zzzzs.html' title='missing the ZZZZ&apos;s'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-116207884435442796</id><published>2006-10-28T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T19:40:44.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I M M I G R A T S</title><content type='html'>There was a show on CNN about immigrants in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far is talking about the fast growing population of inmigrants, and the money they have to spend in schools to teach English to these kids.&lt;br /&gt;There is one person anti-inmigrants against all this.  He said that he finds so upsetting on having to spend all this money, whereas the US can invest the money on their own Americans.  He will do anything he can do to assure they go to their countries.  I'm sorry, that we will go back to our countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other said that they are willing to help this kids so that they grow to be productive in the future, work and pay taxes to the government. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an idiot, doesn't he know that this country is full of immigrants?  then they interview a couple of illegal immigrants that got a tax id number and are extremely happy of paying taxes.  they said that America has given them so many opportunities and his life and the ones of his family has gotten better, that paying taxes is the only contribution, is their way to say thanks.  Unfortunately this W-7 form is nowhere listed or shown on the statistics as illegal immigrants paying taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same idiot is a very active 'activist'??? he called inmigration to report about 50 illegal immigrants that claim to make 25,000 a year and not paying taxes walking back and forward in his neighborhood.  This were about 20 guys looking to make a living by home depot where lots of contractors will come and offer them to work for $50 to $80 per day.  He organized a protest, "viva la migra" says everywhere.  He called again claiming that illegal inmigrants where bothering his town.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, an illegal immigrant, has been paying his taxes for the past 4 years using that w-7 form. Not to mention that he opened his own company and employes people who want to work and contribute to the welfare of this country.  Pays taxes and helps the economy; Despite of his illegal status which me being an American Citizen, and us having an American baby can't help him change his status.&lt;br /&gt;Then this people are saying that we are criminals/terrorists.  Don't they know that every single one of those terrorists of 9/11 came into the US with a visa??? they were here LEGALLY.   Jails in the United States are filled with American Citizens Criminals, not illegal immigrants.  We are people that, like their ancestors, want  better opportunities in life.&lt;br /&gt;One of the people I resent the most is Arnold Swacheneger.  He is a legal immigrant.  He came when he was 17 years old, but because of his physical he got all this opportunities.  Now he is striking against immigrants?  Doesn't he remember he is an immigrant himself?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't people know that we come here to work, to live, to contribute to the country not only by paying taxes, but by helping the economy, the working world, culture, and everything else?   There are thousands of immigrants that work on farms making less than $2 hourly.  no benefits, no insurance, nothing.  Kind of jobs that a legal person, by no means, will accept.   However, ever since they have been striking so much, farmers have been affected.  Their products are going bad because they haven't been able to employ enough illegals to pick their fruits.   Oh so now immigrants are needed?&lt;br /&gt;A very controversial theme.  I love this country, I pay my taxes, I pay interests for those loans I have, I pay property taxes and every kind of taxes there are to pay.   My illegal husband pays taxes too.  His company pays taxes and creates employment for 3 legal and 2 illegal, but those employments bring food to their families mouths.  Please don't make our lives more difficult than it already is.  We face so many difficulties daily.  The fact that he hasn't been able to get legal.  The fact that he doesn't have a social security closes so many doors.  the fact that next year his driver's license will expire closes even more doors.  will probably close my doors too, since he is the bread winner.  &lt;br /&gt;What are we going to do, if he will not be able to drive??? He hasn't been able to see his first 10 year old son who lives in his country for about 10 years now?  He goes to sleep every night of our nights dreaming about the day he will be able to hug Kevin.  &lt;br /&gt;I truly hope and wish that the immigration laws will strike in our favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-116207884435442796?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/116207884435442796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=116207884435442796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/116207884435442796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/116207884435442796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-m-m-i-g-r-t-s.html' title='I M M I G R A T S'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-115966460858094359</id><published>2006-09-30T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:05:43.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Through difficult times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/1600/GioSleepingInCar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/400/GioSleepingInCar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I am so glad that he still doesn't know...&lt;br /&gt;i know is been a long time, I'm actually not really good at writing, might even take a couple of writing classes at college!!! i even doubt the fact that anyone takes time to look at this blog, but anyways...&lt;br /&gt;we're going through difficult times, right now, mostly financial, but it seems that it affects every part of our lives including our emotional lives.  Hope we manage through this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-115966460858094359?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/115966460858094359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=115966460858094359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/115966460858094359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/115966460858094359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2006/09/through-difficult-times.html' title='Through difficult times'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-115781917967336445</id><published>2006-09-09T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T12:30:23.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear daddy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you either wake up  or wake up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/1600/Dulce%20Despertar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/320/Dulce%20Despertar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/1600/Jamaican%20Jamaican.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/320/Jamaican%20Jamaican.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-115781917967336445?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/115781917967336445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=115781917967336445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/115781917967336445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/115781917967336445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2006/09/sweet-awakening.html' title='Sweet Awakening'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-115573725650183666</id><published>2006-08-16T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:12:47.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my aunt.... Nerd????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/1600/Picture%20103.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/400/Picture%20103.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A H H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/1600/Picture%20381.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/400/Picture%20381.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-115573725650183666?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/115573725650183666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=115573725650183666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/115573725650183666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/115573725650183666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-aunt-nerd.html' title='my aunt.... Nerd????'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-115470593175906211</id><published>2006-08-04T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T11:38:51.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WANNA KISS??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/1600/alvaro%20camera%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/400/alvaro%20camera%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got three new MASCOTAS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a brand new white corolla... a little excited, but yet scared... don't know how i will pay for that car.  my plans were to get a teaching career, but they send me to get Florida Certified first.  the next exam is on Sept 21. until then, i guess i'll have to study.. i have a bachelors in Psychology, and decided to be part of the school staff.  what will that exam be about??? what do i have to study??? please help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my husband got a new Ford F150... God help him pay for that car aswell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby got a new (5 month old) yellow Labrador... his name is LUCAS  i never thought of having a pet in my house.. maybe fishes, is about the only pets I imagined to have at home... but my husband is thrilled about Labradors... i thought i gave it  a chance.  let's see how it goes.  Wish me luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-115470593175906211?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/115470593175906211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=115470593175906211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/115470593175906211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/115470593175906211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2006/08/wanna-kiss.html' title='WANNA KISS??????'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-115367134639644144</id><published>2006-07-23T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:15:46.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi bebe Y yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/640/DCFC0191.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/320/DCFC0191.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='clear:all;float:left;margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor:hand'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am so much in love, i love him. .  . he is the love of my life, he is my treasure, my live!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' 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;' align='middle' 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/21612226-115367134639644144?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/115367134639644144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=115367134639644144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/115367134639644144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/115367134639644144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2006/07/mi-bebe-y-yo.html' title='Mi bebe Y yo'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-115211732449076605</id><published>2006-07-05T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T12:35:24.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July.</title><content type='html'>This cute little thing is just tooo cute.  adorable I shall say.  We celebrated his first birthday at the park.  All he did was to clap his hands and make us all clap and say 'braavoo' to him the whole afternoon.  He was stupendously happy, and excited, as if he knew he was the cause of our celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th we went to the pools at CB Smith park.  it was so fun, the kid was having the fun of his life, then slept like an angel.&lt;br /&gt;At night we went walking down the street to see the fireworks.  it was beautiful. At first he was a little scared, he intended to cry, but we clapped, then he realized it was supposed to be fun... so he had fun watching them, clapped every so often and laughed.  Cute things happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-115211732449076605?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/115211732449076605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=115211732449076605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/115211732449076605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/115211732449076605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-115109381149536483</id><published>2006-06-23T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T16:16:51.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He turned 1</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe how time flies... My baby turned one yesterday... has it really been 1 year?&lt;br /&gt;Have to tell you, this is the best year of my life.  I met the most wonderful person I could ever met, he is the most amazing little being, lovable in every single part of his skin, he is just espectacular.  The love I feel can't even being translated into words.  I thought I knew what love was, but until I had him, I realized that I knew nothing, and it gets better every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/1600/a10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/320/a10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE, MIS DOS AMORES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/1600/a14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/320/a14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invitation to his 1st Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/1600/gina%20invitacion%20gio%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/320/gina%20invitacion%20gio%283%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-115109381149536483?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/115109381149536483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=115109381149536483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/115109381149536483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/115109381149536483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2006/06/he-turned-1.html' title='He turned 1'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-114927427943585840</id><published>2006-06-02T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T15:08:02.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here are some Pictures of the camping. My gordito looks incredibly cute!!!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/1600/Camping%20Key%20West%202006%20109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/320/Camping%20Key%20West%202006%20109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping tents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/1600/Camping%20Key%20West%202006%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/320/Camping%20Key%20West%202006%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first soccer game with daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/1600/Camping%20Key%20West%202006%20099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/320/Camping%20Key%20West%202006%20099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I like soccer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/1600/Camping%20Key%20West%202006%20104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/320/Camping%20Key%20West%202006%20104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey the ball is a little too big for me.&lt;br /&gt;More Pictures here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/ginamarcelav//"&gt;MyMSN-space&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-114927427943585840?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/114927427943585840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=114927427943585840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/114927427943585840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/114927427943585840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2006/06/here-are-some-pictures-of-camping.html' title=''/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-114916682354541820</id><published>2006-06-01T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T14:41:25.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Colombia</title><content type='html'>We went to Colombia for about 25 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby was incredibly happy, although he got sick the first five days, afterwards he was like home.. even better.&lt;br /&gt;you know the family, the neighbors, the walking and lots of time outside home... he loved it. He loved the trips to Piendamo, Vijes &amp;amp; La Cumbre where different members of our family have ranchos or vacation homes outside of the city. It was a wonderful experience where he can interact with lots and lots of cousins who wanted to play with the baby. he got to ride on horse, played with chicken, hens, you know farm animals. I am very happy that he got to enjoy all this wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after we got back, there was Memorial weekend. My husband and my parents had prepared camping weekend. All the Aragon family and all of us went... it was a total of 20 people including kids. 5 camping tents, lots of food, beach, BBQ, sancocho, and of course, mosquitos... but it was fun. Key west is always fun and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to enjoy my beautiful house. My husband changed the carpet for wood floors while I was in colombia, so to my surprise it gave it a totally different, refreshing look. it's just beautiful, we are really happy here, the baby enjoys his room, since there is only his crib and toys to play... looks more like a play room. Also, since we still don't have a living room, he has all that space to himself. he runs, walks, crawls all around the house... and he is trying to jump, funny thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-114916682354541820?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/114916682354541820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=114916682354541820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/114916682354541820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/114916682354541820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2006/06/trip-to-colombia.html' title='Trip to Colombia'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-114480117141130444</id><published>2006-04-11T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:19:31.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>@ 9months 3weeks... An official Walker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/1600/DCFC0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/320/DCFC0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today April 11th, my baby is officially walking... Yes, Believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At his 9months 3 weeks, he is officially a Walker!!!&lt;br /&gt;It all started out about two and half weeks ago, when he maybe gave his very first three little steps, and then boom... to the floor. then maybe four and then boom... floor. It's being like that, a matter of practicing; My husband says that he drinks, and the baby is the one getting all drunk. lol&lt;br /&gt;Today though, he is walking 10 long steps, still a little crucket, but walking. He actually came out of the room walking, walked across the living room all by himself. Walked out of the kitchen as well... oh my gosh Am I excited.... He is the most wonderful gift from god, I love him soo much, it feels as if my heart is about to pump out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful feeling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-114480117141130444?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/114480117141130444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=114480117141130444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/114480117141130444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/114480117141130444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2006/04/9months-3weeks-official-walker.html' title='@ 9months 3weeks... An official Walker'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-114317370252799163</id><published>2006-03-23T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:07:00.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/1600/Loneliness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/320/Loneliness.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.netpoets.com/poems/friends/"&gt;AUTHOR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend·ship &lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fq%3Dfriendship"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( P ) &lt;a class="linksrc" title="Click for guide to symbols." onclick="ahdpop();return false;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/ahd4/pronkey.html"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt; (frndshp)n.&lt;br /&gt;The quality or condition of being friends.&lt;br /&gt;A friendly relationship: formed many new friendships over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;Friendliness; good will: a policy of friendship toward other nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I friendless? perhaps, do I feel friendless? what a difficult state, a psychological state... solitude? not quite. No, Not solitude, not with my eternal companion, who decided to come into my life on June 22, 2005... but what about all of those who said to be my friends? or that I probably labeled them as my friends? are they alive? do they know that I am alive?&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to call or to drop a note to each and every one of them to let them know that I am here? that I exist?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I am being fair, or maybe too unfair... with whom though? with myself? with my "friends"? just because I got tired of being the only one calling, the one contacting them... then if I don't call, if I don't say hi, I don't here from anyone, i feel friendless.&lt;br /&gt;I guess no one cares, why should I?&lt;br /&gt;GV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-114317370252799163?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/114317370252799163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=114317370252799163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/114317370252799163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/114317370252799163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2006/03/friendship.html' title='FRIENDSHIP'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-114177229681608400</id><published>2006-03-07T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T10:43:05.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/1600/Mami"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/200/Mami%27s%20Bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Life's tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm back... I finally discovered that little button that will let me edit my space.. i'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, going through difficult times with our new home... Hopefully this month everything will get resolve, also... Economy is not so good, but anyways, I had the best Birthday ever. My husband started out with a wonderful breakfast. Out to Olive gardens for lunch hosted by our dear family friend Jhon F, then to the beauty salon for a complete 'make over', and finally end the night at the Cheesecake Factory... it was a wonderful day, Especially because i was with the best company ever... mi gordis &amp;amp; my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was a wonderful day, also because I received phone calls from all my family in Colombia... it was so special to hear the phone ringing and then talk to mi abuelita Fanny, or mi tia Edith, mi tia Cristina... then also add my family here: mom, dad, tati, my brother didn't call me... he stoped by (so nice).&lt;br /&gt;But to my surprise, it ended up in a surprise party that my husband held at my cousin's house... he told me we were going to go out with them, the baby was supposed to stay with 'la suegra', but when we walked in to the house everyone shouted "SURPRISE" it was really nice to see my love ones there celebrating MY BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful 28th birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks my love, thanks to my chubby baby, thanks to my friends and family and thanks to God for letting us enjoy all this wonderful stuff!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-114177229681608400?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/114177229681608400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=114177229681608400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/114177229681608400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/114177229681608400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612226.post-113842338799053785</id><published>2006-01-27T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T10:40:16.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/1600/NewbornFamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7114/2187/200/NewbornFamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there,&lt;br /&gt;if you are reading this blog is because you may be interested in what I have to write or what I think about... let me start by telling you about my family.&lt;br /&gt;I have been married to 'mi negro' for 2 years, two loooong years... ha ha ha but they have been the most wonderful two years of my life. on those two years, we have cried, laugh, play, share, watch, feel... is just beautiful memories, unforgettable momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Our treasure, our son, was born on June 22, 2006. His name is Gio Emmanuel, who has brought us soo much happiness. Making every feeling there is to feel even more intense than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;Today, he is seven months old. He is learning to crawl and has by now, eight teeth. A week ago, I decided to finally stop nursing him... breastfeeding was getting a little too difficult after his last 4 teeth started to show up a month ago. He has, at 7 months, eight teeth total.&lt;br /&gt;He is so intelligent, learning new things every day. Is just amazing the capability that his little mind has to absorve so much information. He is showing us soo much, especially about love... he is teaching us what pure love is about. I thought I knew all about love, but after he came along, I realize what real love means.&lt;br /&gt;I truly dearly love you family... Emmanuel &amp;amp; Alvaro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21612226-113842338799053785?l=ginamarcelav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/feeds/113842338799053785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21612226&amp;postID=113842338799053785' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/113842338799053785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21612226/posts/default/113842338799053785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginamarcelav.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-family.html' title='My family'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141660664084266312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dY1xGRlcAl0/SX05K3Ic1HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QswetiuzDls/S220/GianKarlo.JPG2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
