<?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-2020776634391220595</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:42:55.090-07:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='moving'/><category term='nile'/><category term='child'/><category term='children'/><category term='family'/><category term='childs'/><category term='relationhips'/><category term='goals'/><category term='toddlers'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='updates'/><category term='school'/><category term='work'/><category term='families'/><category term='kids'/><category term='growing'/><title type='text'>A River Runs Through It 2.0</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Casi and Nile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221350324081469772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/SkJMl54W88I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ru0VusoydMc/S220/059.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020776634391220595.post-71826562031486016</id><published>2010-01-12T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:22:39.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Silly Dude</title><content type='html'>Nile was on a very silly kick tonight.  He must've been in an odd mood because he was very clingly and super sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most adorable when Nile threw his stuffed Wall-E and stuffed dog Cramen onto the couch and threw his little arms open for a hug as he said "I love you guys."  I couldn't help but marvel and laugh all at the same time.  It was so precious.  He had a great time rolling around on the floor with Wall-E and kissing him between the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nile sleeps with Cramen (a gift from Uncle Cameron and named in his honor) every night.  He loves that little puppy and unceremoniously drags him around the house in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nile was also having a great time practicing his colours today.  We've found a great little system.  Nile loves to munch on dry cereal and I bought a box of Fruit Loops the other day.  Before he eats each single piece he has to tell me what color it is and if he doesn't know or remember he waits for me to tell him.  He really seems to be getting the hang of it.  He does have some trouble differentiating between Yellow and Orange but with Fruit Loops its hard to tell the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nile was also quite keen to tell me to "open your mouth" so he could force feed me some of his cereal.  He's quite the giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nile's mean streak also seems to be lessening.  He's starting to relax a little.  He's less likely to snap "Don't say that" or "stop that."  He also hasn't said "shut up" in quite some time.  I'm hoping this means he's finally over the small anxious phase kids grow through when they start to gain some control over their world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is still going well...in fact...I should probably be busy on Math homework right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020776634391220595-71826562031486016?l=nilesriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/feeds/71826562031486016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2010/01/silly-dude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/71826562031486016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/71826562031486016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2010/01/silly-dude.html' title='Silly Dude'/><author><name>Casi and Nile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221350324081469772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/SkJMl54W88I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ru0VusoydMc/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020776634391220595.post-7008925375046487339</id><published>2010-01-07T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:03:53.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Good News Everyone!</title><content type='html'>Well, after over a month, I finally have my Mazda back.  For anyone that didn't know, a little backstory.  The last week of November, I loaned my Mazda to Greg so he could go grocery shopping and I spent the day with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half way through the day I noticed my phone had several missed calls, several voicemails and several text messages.  So I checked the voicemails only to find out Greg had been in an accident with Nile in my car.  Nile and Greg were both fine but my car was not.  It was taken to the shop and thus the process of appraisals and deicisions began.  I was worried when they told me the damage was going to amount to over $9,000 and I knew the car was only worth $10,00 or $11,000.  Luckily for me, they did not total my car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month of repairs, me in a rental car and for the last few days my dad's truck, they finally called to say my car was done.  I was ecstatic!  I couldn't wait to have my sporty little ride back.  I went and picked him up, he ran beautifully and looked all shiney and pretty.  I'm so happy to have him back and super grateful for American Family (and our agent) and the other ladies insurance through State Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nile is still doing super with potty training.  He even pulled on his jeans by himself today, albeit backwards, but still...The kid is just so aware and independent.  He's also started drinking from a big boy cup.  He's had several spills but he's doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going really well and I actually get to attend my first big business conference in March.  I am so excited.  I feel like such a big kid.  I'm really looking forward to all the stuff I'm going to learn and getting to spend the time with my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started yesterday and I'm really enjoying it.  It feels kinda weird to be back, but I suppose that can't be avoided.  I have a lot to prove to myself and I'm determined to really excel in school.  I'm far too old and far too much is relying on me succeeding.  I can't take this lightly or with any of my former cavalier attitudes.  Here's to a "Straight A's Semester!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020776634391220595-7008925375046487339?l=nilesriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/feeds/7008925375046487339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-news-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/7008925375046487339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/7008925375046487339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-news-everyone.html' title='Good News Everyone!'/><author><name>Casi and Nile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221350324081469772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/SkJMl54W88I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ru0VusoydMc/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020776634391220595.post-5892589273568104614</id><published>2010-01-04T13:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:51:55.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationhips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>2010 - Here's to a New Beginning</title><content type='html'>Well, alright, as we roll out into a new year and a new decade I (like everybody else) have set some goals.  One of the goals I've set (a full list can be read at my alternate blog &lt;a href="http://buildauniverse.wordpress.com"&gt;http://buildauniverse.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;) is to blog about Nile and life and myself at least once a week, hopefully more like once a day.  I've also set a goal to take at least one photograph of Nile (sometimes with me) a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm losing out on documenting some of my little man's biggest milestones because I seemingly never have my camera and I've been focusing my blogging on less personal things, and by less personal, naturally I mean things not involving Nile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to start this thing off right, I thought I'd jump in with a little update.  Starting with myself, since I have a little less going on, 2009 was a whirlwind year.  All of the events of the year have really got me jazzed for moving onward, upward and out.  I will be moving back to the Provo/Orem area in February.  I'm starting classes at UVU this week.  I'm going to be finishing my Bachelor's degree in Forensic Science.  I'm really looking forward to it but am also quite daunted at the thought of balancing Nile, full time work, full time school and any semblance of a social life/personal time.  I am, however, very glad to be making personal progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Nile, the boy continues to amaze me.  All parents are very fond of touting the latest achievements of their children and as much as I'd like to say I'm different, I can't help but regale the world with Mini-Me's skills.  Nile is 2 and 1/2 and already speaks nearly as clearly as his 4 year old cousin.  Nile has really begun to master the sentence.  Nile's responses to questions are probably the funniest of his language skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Should we go see Grandpa?&lt;br /&gt;Nile - Probably not at work.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Yes Nile...Probably not at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Hey Nile?  Would you like some Mac and Cheese for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Nile - Yeah...Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend of Aunt Heidi - Is your mom's name Casi?&lt;br /&gt;Nile - No, her name is Sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nile has also developed a good mastery of emotion.  Nile is very quick to identify when He, me or even cartoon characters are Sad, Scared or Happy.  When he notices someone is sad, he will often ask if they're going to cry.  It's been helpful, though, for me to know he's learning emotions.  When he's acting strange I can ask him if he's happy or sad or scared and get a real answer.  When he sees someone he thinks is sad he will also ask to give hugs or kisses.  His father also relayed an experience where he was feeling down and Nile helped him wipe away tears with his blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nile's really gotten into movies lately, too.  His favourites include Cars, Wall-E, Toy Story and Monsters vs. Aliens.  Generally speaking he will pick one movie and watch it at least once daily until I suggest something new at which point he'll watch the new movie until I again suggest something new.  Cars is a perennial favourite.  He loves talking about Mater, Mac and Li-ning A-Queen, Sheriff and Doc, Big Red, Chick and King.  He does, also, love chatting about Wall-E and Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nile is currently in the process of potty-training and seems to be grasping it really well.  He does well at the Sitters and at home which has given me hope that he'll continue progressing and be fully potty trained in the next month.  He's always been so independently minded that it's almost comforting that he needs prodding and suggesting to remember he needs to go.  I have to hang on to these little shreds of dependence lest I miss my infant too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nile and I have been very blessed and lucky to have such a good home with my parents.  They have been more than accommodating and have really helped to make us feel at home and feel like we're always welcome.  I am still looking forward to moving out.  They have done so much to help us recover after the divorce and I really thank them for that but I am also more than ready to be in my own home again.  I miss cooking, I miss having quite, private time, I miss really being in control of what and how and where and when and all the silly little things that most people never think about.  I miss doing my own grocery shopping.  I miss those little tiny details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to a new beginning.  A new year, a new decade and a new future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020776634391220595-5892589273568104614?l=nilesriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/feeds/5892589273568104614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-heres-to-new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/5892589273568104614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/5892589273568104614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-heres-to-new-beginning.html' title='2010 - Here&apos;s to a New Beginning'/><author><name>Casi and Nile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221350324081469772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/SkJMl54W88I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ru0VusoydMc/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020776634391220595.post-7666926624003756349</id><published>2009-09-21T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:14:46.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame; An Open Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="p1"&gt;               &lt;div style="overflow: auto;"&gt;               &lt;p&gt;Shame on you.  Shame on you all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shame on you for making your blood feel guilty.  Shame on you for making a 23 year old feel bad for her HONESTY.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shame on you for making me feel like I can trust you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shame on you for punishing me for having an opinion.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shame on you for taking this out on someone else, your concern should’ve been with me.  I wrote those words.  No one else.  I WROTE THOSE WORDS.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you have a problem, bring it up to me.  Not those individuals mentioned in my writing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You were supposed to teach me how to be an adult and yet I don’t see you as examples.  My writing is my gift and you’ve scared me into hiding it.  Like all my other gifts, I hide them because I don't want to give you the pleasure of making me feel like they're not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m supposed to look to you for spiritual guidance but how am I to do that when I am unable to see your Christ-like behaviours.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m sorry if you don’t like my opinions.  But my opinion is mine alone.  You can’t force me to agree with you or to deny my feelings.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have never belonged here.  I have never quite fit in.  This just pushes me further into my isolation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fool me into trusting you once, shame on you.  Fool me into trusting you ever again and shame, shame on me.&lt;/p&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/2020776634391220595-7666926624003756349?l=nilesriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/feeds/7666926624003756349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2009/09/shame-open-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/7666926624003756349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/7666926624003756349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2009/09/shame-open-letter.html' title='Shame; An Open Letter'/><author><name>Casi and Nile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221350324081469772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/SkJMl54W88I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ru0VusoydMc/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020776634391220595.post-5134799655179755778</id><published>2009-09-04T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:02:41.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Nile</title><content type='html'>I want to dedicate the following song to Nile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna Be The One by fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you named for the river that surrounds&lt;br /&gt;all my biggest mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;Or the way that I made it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the muscles in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;never smiled or said profound things&lt;br /&gt;until the day she handed you to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the steps you'll take&lt;br /&gt;and all you'll overcome&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one to put it in a song.&lt;br /&gt;Take every single tear&lt;br /&gt;for all the world to hear.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one to put it in a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigarettes are raining hard&lt;br /&gt;on the upper east side.&lt;br /&gt;She brings me a cake,&lt;br /&gt;we celebrate&lt;br /&gt;I have arrived.&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it's been sang before,&lt;br /&gt;but you're my human holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I put my  hands to the table and dary say...&lt;br /&gt;"the love of my life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your brother with his best friend&lt;br /&gt;share the name of an inebriate&lt;br /&gt;that couldn't bring me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything you've lost&lt;br /&gt;and all you've overcome&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one to put it in a song.&lt;br /&gt;Take every single tear&lt;br /&gt;for all the world to hear&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one to put it in a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and make it last forever.&lt;br /&gt;Clever comes from truth.&lt;br /&gt;When truth begets the past&lt;br /&gt;it sends a call up to the moon&lt;br /&gt;and the moon can see the beauty that&lt;br /&gt;surrounds&lt;br /&gt;Your heart as it pounds.&lt;br /&gt;It starts the beat&lt;br /&gt;Inspiring me&lt;br /&gt;Until I make a sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020776634391220595-5134799655179755778?l=nilesriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/feeds/5134799655179755778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-nile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/5134799655179755778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/5134799655179755778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-nile.html' title='For Nile'/><author><name>Casi and Nile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221350324081469772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/SkJMl54W88I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ru0VusoydMc/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020776634391220595.post-842579590335859632</id><published>2009-08-19T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:41:36.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak</title><content type='html'>Little known skill learned only after motherhood -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master hiding skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quickly learned where and how things (i.e. CANDY) can be hidden when I've determined Nile has had enough but he disagrees.  Recently, I learned that the small space between the couch arm and the side table was small enough and dark enough so as to conceal things I don't want Nile to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting:&lt;br /&gt;   Nile has been consuming sour candies at an alarming rate.  In order to stop, the bag of candy is slipped in aforementioned slot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue Grandma - shout downstairs to ask Mom a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue Nile -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/Sowj3CD0bWI/AAAAAAAAALU/0P9NcON4gzk/s1600-h/Sneak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/Sowj3CD0bWI/AAAAAAAAALU/0P9NcON4gzk/s320/Sneak.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371707883898826082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaky little fart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned around from talking to Grandma, I saw this.  Sneaky little boy trying with all his might to reach the bag of candy before I noticed.  Once busted, he thought it was very entertaining to peak up at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nile keeps getting bigger, smarter and funnier.  Each day is quite the adventure.  Grandpa is extremely proud of Nile's favourite TV shows.  No night is complete until Nile joins me to watch Wheel of Fortune (lovingly called Wo-chun) and Jeopardy (Depp-a-dee).  Nile loves these shows.  He likes to repeat letters on Wheel and predict his knowledge on categories in Jeopardy (a habit picked up from me, I say OK or Uh-Oh after each category is named predicting how well I'll do with the subject).  Jeopardy is by far his favourite and he has even corrected me if I forget to say What/Who is...  I have also watched him on several occasions shout "I did it!" and clap wildly after an answer is given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nile's language skills are fast increasing.  I seem to say this in each post, but I'm still amazed by it.  Recently Nile has added foreign languages, animal sounds, numbers, letters and colors to his repetoire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nile has added:&lt;br /&gt;Hola&lt;br /&gt;Gracias&lt;br /&gt;Oopsidasio&lt;br /&gt;Me Amo (mostly just Amo)&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour&lt;br /&gt;Bonne Nuit&lt;br /&gt;Bonne Soir&lt;br /&gt;Merci&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir&lt;br /&gt;Beaucoup&lt;br /&gt;Salut&lt;br /&gt;I did it!&lt;br /&gt;Spank a butt (he often says this after I've scolded him)&lt;br /&gt;Sweet... (constantly prefaces Truck/Car.  Any vehicle seen results in a merry "Sweet Truck!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nile can accurately (most times) recognize numbers.  His hardest number is 8 which he generally thinks is 0.  Nile is also getting the hang of colours.  He is all too happy to tell you his favourite is Geen.  He also cares a great deal for Ba-lue.  He's also learning animal noises.  So far he can tell you the noises made by Dogs, Cats, Pigs, Cows and Horses.  Horse is the most entertaining because he basically just giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an audio clip of Nile playing "&lt;a href="http://casper.saintseanzys.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/voice_msg_tmp.wav"&gt;Repeat&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;--Click it, it's adorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020776634391220595-842579590335859632?l=nilesriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/feeds/842579590335859632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2009/08/sneak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/842579590335859632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/842579590335859632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2009/08/sneak.html' title='Sneak'/><author><name>Casi and Nile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221350324081469772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/SkJMl54W88I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ru0VusoydMc/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/Sowj3CD0bWI/AAAAAAAAALU/0P9NcON4gzk/s72-c/Sneak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020776634391220595.post-103262251921015009</id><published>2009-07-21T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:37:32.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nile's Language</title><content type='html'>Here is just a smattering of the budding verbous child I'm raising (Credit given where due)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messes = Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Doughn wan it = I don't want it&lt;br /&gt;Eyen wanna go owside = I want to go oustide&lt;br /&gt;Eyen wanna go dowstirs = I want to go downstairs&lt;br /&gt;Eyen wanna go ustirs = I want to go upstairs&lt;br /&gt;Dinar = Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Luns = Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Brettfast = Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Yugh-urt = Yougurt&lt;br /&gt;Oumeals = Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;Sir-rul = Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Uh Oh Chongo = YA...quote from Blazing Saddles, Thanks Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;Wikt Shweet = Wicked Sweet&lt;br /&gt;Aweshome = Awesome&lt;br /&gt;Bee-bee = Blanket&lt;br /&gt;Cuddlesh = Cuddles, naturally&lt;br /&gt;Kreesha's Hoame = Krista's home, to the sitter's&lt;br /&gt;Twoopy = Trooper the dog&lt;br /&gt;Pool-up = Pull-ups&lt;br /&gt;Dipah = Diaper&lt;br /&gt;Chuck = Truck&lt;br /&gt;Cah = Car&lt;br /&gt;Camron = Uncle Cameron&lt;br /&gt;Iwaq = Iraq&lt;br /&gt;Kooowait = Kuwait&lt;br /&gt;Hummah = Hummer&lt;br /&gt;Map = MRAP (Uncle Cameron's vehicle in Kuwait)&lt;br /&gt;Guum! = Gum&lt;br /&gt;Cahsheet = Carseat&lt;br /&gt;Eyen go drive = I wanna go for a drive&lt;br /&gt;Eyen shooda = I want some soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my current personal favourite, thanks to Jordan -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, dude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020776634391220595-103262251921015009?l=nilesriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/feeds/103262251921015009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2009/07/niles-language.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/103262251921015009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/103262251921015009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2009/07/niles-language.html' title='Nile&apos;s Language'/><author><name>Casi and Nile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221350324081469772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/SkJMl54W88I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ru0VusoydMc/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020776634391220595.post-5269475704683418481</id><published>2009-07-21T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:23:55.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="p1"&gt;               &lt;div style="overflow: auto;"&gt;               &lt;p&gt;July 14th 2009.  My Independence Day.  The divorce is finally, after 5 long months, finalized.  My nightmare is over, at least in part.  My ties are cut and here I stand, a free woman, ready to move forward.  Here I pen my Declaration of Personal Independence.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Declaration of Personal Independence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one person to dissolve the marital bond which has connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all marriages are not created equal, that people are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That whenever any form of relationship becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of the person to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new relationships. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that relationships long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shown that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such relationships, and to provide new guards for their future security. –Such has been the patient sufferance of this woman; and such is now the necessity which constrains her to alter their former system of relationship. The history of the former Husband is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute tyranny over this woman. To prove this, let facts be submitted to a candid world at http://casper.saintseanzys.com.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;In every stage of his oppressions we have petitioned for redress in the most humble terms: our repeated petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A man, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a tyrant, is unfit to be the guardian of this woman.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The woman has come to this action.  The marriage, which lasted over three years, has thusly been dissolved by the legally binding council of the land.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I sign my freedom.&lt;/p&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/2020776634391220595-5269475704683418481?l=nilesriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/feeds/5269475704683418481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2009/07/finality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/5269475704683418481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/5269475704683418481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2009/07/finality.html' title='Finality'/><author><name>Casi and Nile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221350324081469772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/SkJMl54W88I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ru0VusoydMc/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020776634391220595.post-1281214408257765657</id><published>2009-06-28T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:32:03.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a Day</title><content type='html'>Last night, my mom was kind enough to take Nile and I out to buy a potty chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set up the potty in the bathroom and Nile was instantly curious.  Last night and today he was constantly asking to "Potty."  I was happy to oblige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assumed this part of the process would take a bit.  I was astonished, then, when this evening shortly before bedtime Nile had success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little boy successfully used the potty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm a little weirded out that moments like this give me such great joy, but honestly, my baby pooped in the potty and I couldn't be prouder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020776634391220595-1281214408257765657?l=nilesriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/feeds/1281214408257765657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/1281214408257765657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/1281214408257765657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-day.html' title='Only a Day'/><author><name>Casi and Nile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221350324081469772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/SkJMl54W88I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ru0VusoydMc/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020776634391220595.post-8560604359655141530</id><published>2009-06-27T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:38:56.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaps and Bounds</title><content type='html'>I find myself in a delicate state yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a rousing hot-wheels race on the floor with my beaming son, he looked into my eyes and said "Mommy.  Potty."  Promptly stood up and quickly walked to the bathroom door and pushed it open.  His eyes again locked on mine as I came over and he said, "Hurry.  Potty."  I followed him in and undressed him quickly before sitting him down on the potty.  He sat there calmly for a moment and then asked to get down.  He slipped from my grasp and slipped around and enthusiastically flushed the toilet, grinning widely as he watched the water rush out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment my heart soared and broke all at once.  Nile will be 2 years old in less than a week and I tremble at the knowledge that my baby boy is long gone.  That little creature that relied entirely on me to care for his every need is gone.  Now, I see before me a miniature man wandering at my side.  I ask him questions and he gives me intelligent answers.  Each morning I ask him what he wants for breakfast and each day I hear "I want meal (oatmeal)," "I want yogurt," or "I want cereal."  He loves watching my dad and mom drive in their trucks and to his delight he spends every evening digging through his toy bucket looking for matching hot wheels to Grandma and Grandpa's trucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no prompting from me, my little man has begun what I see as the final step between dependence and independence.  I should have expected him to step into this on his own.  He weaned himself from nursing, from his binkie, from sippy cups.  He requested a pillow for bed, he wants to get into his chair by himself, he doesn't want to hold my hand while we walk, he climbs into the car on his own, he puts his shoes on and takes them off himself.  Thanks to Grandpa, Nile even quotes Blazing Saddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my little infant so much sometimes.  I miss the warmth of his tiny body snuggled against my chest.  I miss his quiet cry.  I miss his little tiny baby neck.  I miss the unique connection felt when nursing.  I miss his little tiny fingers wrapped tightly around one of mine.  I miss those quiet moments late at night when he had cried out for me and was now resting serenely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love my growing little man.  I love hearing unique new sentences from him, like today's "I'm driving the car Mommy."  I love his enormous fat feet (Ya my 2 year old wears a size 7 kids shoe).  I love his curiosity in his world.  I love his adorable obsession with trucks.  I love when he says "Cameron, Iraq, Kuwait," because I so badly want him to respect the sacrifice his uncle made.  I love our nightly cuddles before bed.  I am so so very lucky to have him in my life as he is my driving force. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only pray that I'm doing a good job.  God help me, I feel like I haven't got a clue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020776634391220595-8560604359655141530?l=nilesriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/feeds/8560604359655141530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2009/06/leaps-and-bounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/8560604359655141530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/8560604359655141530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2009/06/leaps-and-bounds.html' title='Leaps and Bounds'/><author><name>Casi and Nile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221350324081469772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/SkJMl54W88I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ru0VusoydMc/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020776634391220595.post-2075613001567080458</id><published>2009-06-25T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:16:43.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inky Soul</title><content type='html'>About 2 weeks ago Greg informed me that he had turned in the required paperwork to my lawyer.  This meant the papers could be signed and the divorce finalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time had passed and we realized the lawyer had yet to call about the filing fee.  I called the office and inquired about the status of our case.  Today I recieved a call stating that they just needed a copy of our tax documents from last year and the papers would be filed completely and in 2 weeks I could expect it to be final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the first to admit, we had our good times.  Unfortunately they were too brief and spaced too far to save our marriage from drowning in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am positive that I had many failings in our marriage.  I can be selfish.  I'm very independent.  I lack patience for overly needy men.  I lack affection if a man constantly hangs on me or forces me to be the strength more than 50% of the time.  I have weak days too, you know.   I'm terrible with money.  I have lazy days and when I'm sad, they come more often than not.  I show my love by doing things or giving things.  When I'm tired, it means I want to sleep.  If you wake me up in the middle of the night, it had better be important or I'll be cranky and I might be cranky no matter what.  I am quite low maintenance but cannot stand guys who are higher maintenance than me.  I am extremely logical and was even accused of being too logical and not compassionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for all that, at the very least I was kind to you.  Even in the darkest moments, lying on my emotional basement floor, I still smiled and took your hand when you apologized and promised it would never happen again.  And then I did it again and again and again.  You crushed my heart, destroyed my self-esteem and isolated me in my pain.  As hard as I try to be mad at you, I can't do it.  As is, seemingly, my lot in life, I have forgiven you with all my soul.  I sincerely hope that I, at the very least, taught you a lesson so that I am the only woman who need suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned some lessons.  I will never pay another man's bills.  I will never let a man put me down.  I will never settle for less than everything I want.  I will never settle for a man who can't tell me his ambitions and work hard to achieve them.  I will never let a man put down my ambitions.  I will never allow a man to dictate my life.  I will never let a man tell me whom I can and cannot be friends with.  I will never allow a man to laugh at my hobbies and interests.  I will never allow a man to make me support our family, if I can work two jobs so can he.  I will avoid men who have no friends.  I will avoid men who have no interests.  I will run in the opposite direction of any man who tells me I'm too smart, too logical or too nerdy or geeky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be happy no matter what happens with the rest of my life because I finally know that I have the will, the power and the desire to go after all that I want and need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020776634391220595-2075613001567080458?l=nilesriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/feeds/2075613001567080458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2009/06/inky-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/2075613001567080458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/2075613001567080458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2009/06/inky-soul.html' title='Inky Soul'/><author><name>Casi and Nile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221350324081469772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/SkJMl54W88I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ru0VusoydMc/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020776634391220595.post-2141459278690953787</id><published>2009-06-24T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:53:50.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A new day has come and I find myself smiling at the warmth of the golden dawn before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/SkJHAtzvyDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dPANfD4YDxQ/s1600-h/058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/SkJHAtzvyDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dPANfD4YDxQ/s320/058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350917384891779122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It has been nearly 5 months since I left my ex-husband and not a days goes by that I'm not absolutely affirmed that I made the right decision.  As painful as this process has been and as much as I sometimes struggle with the things resulting from it, I find no reason to even briefly wish I had chosen otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these 5 months I have certainly had my ups and downs, as is true of life period.  But I find comfort in the fact that things are definitely on an uphill swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to not allow myself to be bogged down by the minute details of life I have begun a concerted effort to focus on the highlights.  I recently received a pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;omotion at work.  I am now seated happily in the Payments (Financial) department working as a Fraud Prevention Analyst.  I so thoroughly enjoyed my time in Tech Support and am so grateful for the opportunity to advance.  Special thanks to Candice and Devin for their motivation.  I enjoy the company of my new coworkers, Jenn and Josh.  Each day is exciting, fresh and challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many friends and family members that have been so kind to me.  I hope that each one of you knows just how valuable you've been to me.  Everything from letting me vent and complain to returning my long absent social life.  Thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, also, relishing in my time with Nile.  This little man never ceases to delight and fascinate me.  His intelligence and personality are so enthralling to me that I often wonder how in Heaven and on Earth I was chosen to care for this little being.  Nile's linguistic skills continue to amaze.  Any word of less than 3 syllables is no challenge for Nile.  He can repeat nearly anything and needs only one or two examples before the word is committed to memory.  One of my favourite bits of his English repertoire was learned for his Uncle Cameron.  On one occasion when Cameron called to give us his "I'm safe" report, I put Nile's mouth to the phone and asked Nile to repeat what I said, without hesitation Nile copied my saying "Cameron,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; "Iraq" and "Kuwait" much to Cameron's joy.  Nile's use of full sentences is also fantastic.  Favourites include "I wanna go outside" "I wanna eat yogurt" and "I don't want that."  I also laugh everytime Nile prefaces answers or statements with a lenghty "Ummm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nile is nearly two years old.  His birthday is just over a week away and I struggle with the realization that I have watched helplessly as the last 2 years have flown by in nearly a wink.  I have watched my alien-faced infant grow and mature into a walking, talking toddler.  This toddler plays video games, greets nearly all strangers with a glowing "Hi" and chases gleefully after any doggy that will let him.  Nile is warm and friendly.  He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; is so fond of his friends and family.  He absolutely LOVES cars and trucks (seemingly as any little boy might).  He never misses the chance to greet me with open arms and shrieks of joy when I pick him up from the sitter.  He serves as a great little alarm clock, promptly waking me each morning.  As the sun rises, I am greeted with a repetitive "Mommy....Mommy....Mommy" until I reluctantly roll over at which point I hear a giddy "Hi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very blessed and although life presents it's many challenges I know that I am headed in the right direction, hand in hand with my raison d'etre.  All things happen for a purpose and I trust that the confidence and joy I feel are the result of making ultimately the hardest decision I will ever make (I hope, although others are sure to come).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While I may not have a traditional family any longer, I know, without a doubt, my family is whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/SkJKvnbTRBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Fm-iJQWYTeM/s1600-h/060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/SkJKvnbTRBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Fm-iJQWYTeM/s320/060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350921489167369234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020776634391220595-2141459278690953787?l=nilesriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/feeds/2141459278690953787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2009/06/dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/2141459278690953787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020776634391220595/posts/default/2141459278690953787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesriver.blogspot.com/2009/06/dawn.html' title='Dawn'/><author><name>Casi and Nile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221350324081469772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/SkJMl54W88I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ru0VusoydMc/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MB2sYQWfGb4/SkJHAtzvyDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dPANfD4YDxQ/s72-c/058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
