Nashville, The Baby and Cornbread, Of Course

The Country Music Half Marathon happened in Nashville this morning.  In the rain.  And I'm IN Nashville.  I booked this weekend with my petsitter months ago.  But I did not run the race.

I'm kinda bummed about it, too.  Was I ready for it?  Nope.  Did I need to spend the money on it right now?  Nope.  Have I gotten a doctor's diagnosis for my foot pain?  Nope.  Have I been fitted with new running shoes for my post-preggo feet?  Nope.  Do I still wish I would have been crossing that finish line this morning?  YEP.

Ah well.  There will be more races.  Which makes me want to start searching Active for local upcoming races and Half Fanatics for half marathons.  Like I said in my last blog, I want to amp up my game in the running department.  I need my mojo back.  I miss that mojo.

I'd like to look like this again, minus the soaking wet part.  This was in October 2011.

Delano just keeps getting bigger and smarter.  I've been buying him Baby Mum-Mum Rice Rusks for a while now, and he feeds them to himself.  They keep him occupied for a short time when he needs to be occupied, like at a restaurant or while I'm trying to get dinner on the table.  And yesterday at The Turnip Truck I found a canister of organic rice puffs, so for the past few days he's been working on his hand-to-mouth coordination with what looks like a Cheerio.  He's even much better today than he was yesterday.

These are awesome.

These are awesome, too.  Though Delano got the "leafy greens" flavor and not banana, because that's what they had.

Delano has also started waving (sort of).....he doesn't do it on command nor am I quite sure if he really knows what he's doing, but sometimes when people wave Hi or Bye to him he'll stick his arm out in the air like he's heiling Hitler.  And he's a ginormous flirt.  He flirts with the ladies like it's his duty.  And stares at their boobs if their cleavage is showing.

He REALLY wants to walk, and seems to get frustrated that he can't.  He still has no awareness of crawling, though.  Like it's not even an option.  We're still guessing that the crawling might actually come AFTER the walking, unless he just figures it out one day by accident.

RIDICULOUSLY CUTE.

My birthday is coming up.  So is Mother's Day.  I get two holidays all in one weekend, so Lucas better be nice to me.  :)  What do I want for my birthday/Mother's Day?  I dunno.  Everything that typically crosses my mind is actually something for Delano!  Go figure.  For me.....I still have part of a massage gift card left over from last year, so getting a massage would be pretty awesome.  So would a trip to see Donnia at Anue Salon for a cut and color, since I am way overdue for both.  Or a trip to Triple 7 for more work on my sleeve, which I REALLY would like to finish this summer if at all possible.  Or someone could always pay off my school loans.  So if any rich and/or famous people are reading my blog and would like to perform a good deed (anonymous is fine).....I have two consolidation loans with Sallie Mae under Catherine Wallace, and I will happily supply my account number if you need it......  ;)

The Cornbread Festival is this weekend in South Pittsburg.  Lucas and I may swing by the festival on the way back from Nashville tomorrow, which is exactly what we did last year.  One of my most favorite wood craftsmen is there every year, and I LOVE to buy his stuff.  I'm all out of spending money this year, but maybe Lucas will be feeling generous.  :)

Bill Wallis and his beautiful work!

Just One More Day.

Let's start off with a cute baby pic.

UH-DORBS.

Now that that's out of the way......

I've got just ONE MORE DAY of environmental work before I'm all out of projects and get an awesome break!  That includes working late tonight to get a few things done before tomorrow rolls around.  I've been working on environmental projects for 7 weeks straight.  They couldn't have timed themselves any better with all the vet bills the kiddos have racked up recently (which will all be completely paid off once all the checks roll in), but the older Delano gets, the harder it is to get any work done with him around.  Before, all he did was eat and sleep.  Working from home was EASY.  But now that he's awake more often, is more active and has the ability to get bored, work comes in small spurts.  I get the most done after he goes to bed at night.  Even now as I write this blog, he's climbing all over me like a monkey, wanting me to entertain him.

Delano gets bored in the afternoons.  Sometimes it's before he's had the chance to take his nap (therefore he's bored AND fussy) and other times it's after he wakes up and he's just mentally thinking MOMMY LET'S GOOOOOOO I'M BORRRRRRED UUUUGGHHHHHH.  So we go downtown for walks just about every single day during the week if the weather's nice.  Sometimes he falls asleep on the walk and sometimes he doesn't.  Sometimes he completely misses his early afternoon nap because he's loving the walk so much.  But I don't care, because he LOVES to be outside and NEVER complains about a walk (plus he usually konks out in the car afterwards anyway).  I've been taking him out in the regular stroller, but I need to start breaking out the jogger.  I don't take the jogger out for walks because the front wheel is a stationary wheel that doesn't unlock for the swivel option, which makes it really difficult to steer during walks (unless you're going in a straight line).  But it's great if you're actually jogging.

My jogger.

I have a To-Do list to start working on again after my last environmental report goes out tomorrow as well.  Besides breaking out the jogger for runs with Delano during the week, I also plan on running more in general, whether it's with the jogger or on the treadmill during D's naps.  As you all are well aware, I have been slacking on the running lately for a few reasons/excuses (injured foot, need new shoes due to the injured foot, traveling for work, writing reports, etc) and need to get back in the game.  I want to be half marathon material again.  I want it to be EASY like it used to be.  Or at least EASIER.  Which means I need to run.  A bunch.

I also need to finish reading Killing Lincoln.  It was my book club's LAST read, so we've already met up and discussed it and have chosen the next book (which I also need to pick up), but I wasn't quite finished when the meeting rolled around.  I've just been way too busy during the day and way too sleepy at night to finish it.  But after tomorrow, it's on.  Along with the new book the club chose and the stack of others by my bed just waiting to be read!

I also need to get moving again on my stack of magazines.  I made a small dent in my magazine stash at the beginning of the year, but since then I've hardly touched them, and they've still been coming in the mail.  It really makes me wonder when I renewed all of these subscriptions.  Not because I don't love all the magazines I get, but because I'm not exactly sure when I last anticipated having time to read them and sort through them, saving articles and recipes and what not.  Eventually the magazine madness will stop, and all my favorite recipes and articles will be saved in their designated places.  But I definitely need to catch up.

What our stereo cabinet kind of looks like.  And you KNOW I subscribe to the magazine on the top left.....who wouldn't?

I've got other things on the To-Do list I need to tackle as well, but they'll just have to wait in line behind these books and magazines.  I need to reference my beginning-of-the-year blog post and see what all I said I'd get done this year (besides read magazines) and start hammering some tasks out.  I know the downstairs computer desk is on that list, as well as the office closet.

But first, Mama wants a break.  A break that includes mindless activities, such as running and reading.  :)

Eight Months and Fat Bellies

Delano turned 8 months old today.  EIGHT MONTHS!!!  That's only FOUR months away from being a year old.  Time is going crazy fast.

He promptly rolled off the couch after this shot.....oops.  He survived.  :)

People tell you all the time that time flies with babies.....to the point that it gets annoying.....but they aren't kidding.  It really does pass in the blink of an eye.  It seems like only yesterday that I couldn't even IMAGINE my son being eight months old.  And it's the same with my friends with babies.  I feel like I see some people relatively often until I ACTUALLY see them and realize their child has grown 14 inches and gained 8 lbs since the last time I saw them.  Which CLEARLY means way too much time has passed.  I AM SO SORRY FRIENDS WITH BABIES!!!!  I obviously need to be more social than I thought I was. 

But my friends with babies need not be shy, either.  Are you desperate for some adult conversation?  Need some time to vent?  Want an excuse just to simply get out of the house?  Just ask!!  The weather's starting to get really good, so it's stroller-thirty.  Delano loves stroller-thirty.  We participated in stroller-thirty three days in a row last week and already once this week.  We typically head down to the Art District (free parking) and take off!

And not to leave out my friends without babies....you need some more Delano in your life?  Need to rub your face in some baby belly?  Gnaw on some baby toes?  Hear the song of baby giggles in your ear?  Just ask!!

I think I forgot to mention it (or maybe I did and forgot that I did?), but my brother Ben got married at the end of March!  Oh wait......I vaguely remember posting a few pics of their wedding in a previous blog!  Haha.....I still blame my lack of memory on "mommy brain", because I'm totally allowed.  And because it seriously hasn't gone away.  Anyways, here's a sibling pic I got tagged in on Facebook and like:

For those who don't know my family, the groom is my brother Ben with his new wife Rachel, and the best man is my brother Brian with his wife Nicki.  P.S.  It was COLD!

It's time to change up my hair.  I just don't know what I want to do.  The sky is my limit, but I just don't know.  Cutting off my hair would obviously be a refreshing change, but I look better with long hair.  I could do bangs and I usually like how they look, but I hate having to fix them, and I REALLY HATE growing them out.  I'm a toss-my-hair-in-a-ponytail kind of girl, and bangs don't fit that description.  And of course Lucas likes my hair long and down.  Maybe I just need to update the color, update the layers and learn a few new easy styles instead of getting a cut.  So on that note, I just need to decide if I want to stay light or go dark.  I like both.  Hmmm.......

When you Google "cool hair", this is one of the images that pops up......NO WORDS.....

So I have been FAILING at losing weight.  Seriously failing.  I'm in a rut.  Of course, it's all my fault.  I have no one to blame but myself.  I have zero motivation outside of my head.  Well, that's not really true.  Maybe it's more that I have zero willpower.  I HAVE the motivation.  Every time I look in the mirror I'm motivated to lose weight.  It's just that when I get hungry, my belly doesn't give a shit about what my brain thinks.  My brain will be screaming, "DON'T EAT THAT!!! THAT'S A HORRIBLE IDEA!!!" and yet if I'm hungry I will still eat it.  It's damn ridiculous.

Pre-baby, when I was running a lot (and pre- having just grown a human in my belly), I got down to 123 lbs and it was fantastic.  I felt great, and I felt like I looked the best that I had looked in a LONG time.  I actually wore tight shirts and felt comfortable in them!  I didn't have a flat belly by any means, but this was down from 146 pounds, when I didn't feel good in anything.  Well now I'm at the point where I feel mediocre in everything.  I don't feel awful, but I don't feel good, either.  I currently teeter between around 133 and 137 lbs, depending on what I ate/drank the day before.  I think I'm probably around 133 lbs without the water weight.  I'd like to be 129 lbs.  A solid 129.  And then maybe shed a few extra lbs for some "leeway".  But that means I need to stop eating crap.  And stop drinking beer.

So with the pending Craft Beer Festival coming up this Saturday.....and the fact that I have to work all week this week.....I could put off focusing on getting skinnier until next Monday.  I think that's a good plan.  :) 

April 22nd....IT'S ON!!!

Look at how happy the girl on the end is.  She reminds me of Tinkerbell.  This image is ridiculous.

I guess I should go to bed now.  I'm not really ready, I just know I SHOULD.  The longer I stay up, the less sleep I get overall, because my son will wake up at the same time regardless of how much sleep I've had. 

So goodnight, blog readers.  Get some sleep, and let's all cross our fingers for the best.

Puppies, Babies and Running......aka The Usual!

It's been 7 days since my last post and there have been ZERO animal snafus for an ENTIRE SEVEN DAYS.  It might be the yearly record.  BUT I do go out of town the next two days for work....so since I'll be 4 hours away, I'm sure something is BOUND to happen.

About how I feel about going out of town.

If anyone wants to check in on Lucas between about 6:00 and 10:00 tomorrow evening while I'm gone, feel free to do so.  Call him, text him, Facebook message him......just to make sure everybody's all in one piece and that there are no medical emergencies.  Then call/text/Facebook message me.  I'd really feel better if you did.  :)

That being said, don't let my "good luck" fool you........I did NOT escape the last 7 days without a snag.  On Friday, while traveling to Knoxville for a work project, I stopped halfway in Sweetwater (an hour north) for gas and lunch only to realize that my wallet was in the diaper bag.  The diaper bag was with my child.  IN CHATTANOOGA.  I had no wallet, no money and no gas.  So my mom loaded up the baby and headed my way with my wallet.  I called the manager at my job site and told him I'd be about an hour and a half late, which he was fine with.  Then it was a race against the clock to get everything else I needed to do in Knoxville done before places closed for the weekend.  It was a crazy day, but it ended up being a success.  And Lucas even went and picked up the baby from my parents' house AND bought me a bottle of wine, which was a PERFECT way to end the day.

Ironic.....that's EXACTLY how my mother greeted me.

Awww they captured how my wine night was that night!  Just kidding.

It was actually more like this.  Again, just kidding.

It was actually more like this.  Not really, but this might be a bit more accurate.

Though this tends to be the MOST accurate.

Tomorrow I travel to Kentucky for work, which is going to be amazing because it's supposed to pour down rain ALL DAY.  Which means I get to drive in the rain, which I hate.  And work in the rain, which I don't hate as much as driving in the rain.  But it also means the dogs will be outside all day.  They have a giant barn to stay dry in with a dry floor and blankets to sleep on, but Daisy and Piper will still be soaking wet by the time Lucas gets home, because that's just how they roll.  Ollie, on the other hand, will be bone dry, because he is anti-wet.

It was raining out?  We totally didn't notice.

That's not a pic of Piper and Daisy, because I don't have any pics of them soaking wet.  But I should take one just to show off the magic that is a soaking wet dog.

So the animals have been carrying on with life as if nothing has happened the last few weeks.  As if they didn't just spend thousands of Mommy's dollars.  Ollie and Piper are still BFFs, and there isn't any sort of aggression towards the cats (there never has been anyway), and the cats aren't afraid of the dogs.  But given Piper's quick temper towards her canine siblings when there's a "trigger" (such as a strange animal outside the fence), I'm going to take her to see a local licensed behavior therapist as soon as I can afford to do so.  Dr. Elizabeth Shull is a therapist who comes down to Chattanooga from Knoxville twice a month to offer up her services.  I'm hoping she'll have some answers for taming Piper's short fuse.  I can deal with her being bratty, and I can work with her myself to not chase the cats (she's EXTREMELY treat-motivated).  But I can't have her losing her cool the way she did with Ollie (even though Ollie ended up kicking HER ass in self defense)!

The day after I brought Piper home, when she was about 6 months old.

Piper and Ollie the other night.  You can't really tell from this grainy pic, but Ollie's head is resting on Piper's back, as if they didn't just have a bloody battle the day before.  What fight???

On the baby front, Delano is doing excellent!  He's a wiggle worm to the extreme and can even pull himself up to a stand all on his own if he has his feet situated just right.  He's not crawling yet, but I'm actually not sure that he ever will.  He HATES to be on his belly, but LOVES to stand up and try his hand at walking.  But it's definitely going to be a while before he can take off on his own, as he is still super top-heavy (and totally non-coordinated) on his feet.  He's been sleeping 11-12 hour nights in his own room and typically takes 3 naps a day, the longest one being his morning nap, which has lately been around 2 hours long.  His afternoon naps are usually between 30 minutes to an hour long, unless we're riding in the car - then he might sleep longer.  We've been putting him down for naps/bed both while asleep and awake.  If he's awake (or wakes up) he might scream bloody murder when he gets put in his crib, but is usually fast asleep in less than 10 minutes.  The other day he screamed for 40 minutes during his naptime, but I knew he was overtired and in desperate need of sleep and that I just needed to wait it out......he finally passed out for a solid 2 hours once he gave in, and woke up a newly refreshed, happy baby.

What a happy baby looks like.

P.S.  Somebody please tell gdiapers to stop coming out with new, cute stuff.  I already have way more covers than I need.  But the thing about gdiapers is, ALL of their prints are always limited edition.  They don't last long and once the season or holiday is over, they're gone.  You can find them later on Ebay, but depending on the print you might pay WAY more for it (if you're willing).  The newest ones out now will probably disappear from the website in about 2 months when the summer prints come out.  So cut it out, gdiapers.  I cannot afford to keep up with you.

The just-released Spring print for boys (or girls could wear it, too!)

And of course there's a matching T-shirt.

Here's the Spring gpant for girls, called gFleur.  The boys' is called gWhat?

And while the boys have matching T-shirts, the girls always have matching dresses.

Just as an example, here's a USED gDiaper on Ebay listed for $120.  It has no bids on it, but that's what the seller wants for it and will probably get for it when the right buyer is browsing.

And I actually watched one of these covers, known as gCycle, sell for almost $300 on Ebay:

Some people have WAY too much money.

Of course, if I had loads of money, I would buy up ALL the prints I could (not for $300, but for the best price I could find) and then sell them in a few years when we're done with kiddos in diapers.  I'm sure that's what I'll end up doing with the covers I currently own (since I HIGHLY doubt either of my siblings will use cloth diapers down the road).  Hmmm......I wonder how much money I'll bank?  I haven't even thought about that until just now!  I'm thinking $200 per cover would be good, right?  ;)

This blog wouldn't be complete (according to Max Ault) if I didn't talk about running.  I've already hit the other two blog basics according to him: puppies and babies!  So let's talk briefly about running.

I have been doing a TERRIBLE job at running.  My main excuse is work.  Over the past 6 weeks, I have been offered 7 work projects.  And I have accepted every single one of them because I have a stack of vet bills to pay off.  Tomorrow I travel to Kentucky for 3 separate project orders (same client, just different locations).  But once all these project paychecks come in, I'll be able to pay off my vet debt completely and then start paying chunks on my student loan.  I would LOVE to make that disappear, as it just seems to be sucking money out of me. 

But back to running.......I ran the Color Me Rad 5k a week and a half ago, and I ran the entire thing without any issue whatsoever.  I even chit-chatted with Leah and Maggie the entire run.  It was good times.  But even though Delano has been taking 2-hour morning naps lately, I haven't used that time to pop on the treadmill because I've been using that time to work.  And up until this week the weather has been off and on crappy, so I haven't broken out the jogger during naptime (Delano will sleep like a beast in the jogger, which is a plus).  But after April 22nd, when my last current work report is due, I'm hoping to take a break from report writing and either hop on the treadmill or hit the pavement during his AM naps.  I really need to build my mileage back up.  Though I love 5ks and 8ks and even 10ks because they're the perfect workout, I'm a half marathoner and don't feel like I'm working up to my potential if I'm not training for a half.  I've even contemplated signing up for the Country Music Half Marathon at the last minute if I decide I can afford to, even though I am not prepared for it AT ALL.  Part of me thinks I could still do it, just like I did the New Orleans Half when I felt unprepared.  So we'll see.

I just might be there!

Time for bed.  I'm crossing my fingers that the baby sleeps until 8:00.  That would mean that I'd have between 7:00 and 8:00 to finish packing and loading the car without needing an extra set of hands.  So let's all cross our fingers for 8 o'clock!!

I Think I Need a Cot at the Vet's Office

It's April 3rd.

With that being said, let's just do a super quick recap of my year up to yesterday evening regarding my animals:

1.  MASSAI:  Massai gets attacked in the backyard.  Rush Massai to RIVER.  Vet suspects a dog attack due to the injuries, then suspects one of MINE did it since Massai never left the yard.  A few thousand dollars and three weeks later, Massai is healed and living happily at my parents' house. About six weeks later, Massai suddenly falls ill (not related to the earlier attack), and it quickly escalates into a very serious matter.  About a week and another thousand dollars later, it is determined that Massai likely has a cancerous growth in his abdomen that is growing at a record speed.  Days of stressing and debating on what to do is followed by the decision to put him out of his misery.  I still don't know if it was the right call, but at least he is no longer in pain.

2.  OLLIE:  Ollie is noticeably dropping weight.  I take him to the vet and ask for Panacure (a parasite medication) as I have had success with it in the past with Daisy.  I give him the treatment and double up his food intake.  Two weeks later Ollie hasn't shown any signs of gaining weight, so back to the vet we go.  After a blood analysis, it is determined that Ollie has a blood parasite "similar to malaria".  We go home with a steroid and an antibiotic.  A week later, Ollie goes back to the vet for a recheck and a full dental exam.  When I go to pick Ollie up, he throws up.  For the next two days, Ollie barely eats, drinks water obsessively and throws up every time he eats or drinks.  Back to the vet we go.  It is determined that Ollie has Pancreatitus, which could have resulted from the "malaria" meds, the dental anesthesia, or a combination of the two.  Several hundred dollars later, Ollie is back at home and a new man.  He is currently on meds and prescription food, both which are temporary.  He has a recheck appointment later this month.

3.  ALLIE:  Allie is my diabetic cat, so she is no stranger to the vet.  This last visit, however, was different.  Last Monday night (March 25th), Allie gets cornered by the dogs during a chase down the stairs.  I break up the huddle and scoop up Allie, who is panting and obviously in panic mode.  The dogs are put to bed while I inspect the cat.  Besides a few wet mouth spots, she shows no signs of injury (my dogs have always chased the cats when they've taken off running but have also always been cat-friendly).  After her panting subsides, I notice that she can't walk well.  It's 10:30 at night (OF COURSE), so off to RIVER we go.  Allie is diagnosed as having two small rib fractures and a pocket of air under her skin.  They keep her overnight and the next day I transfer her to my vet for (much cheaper) monitoring.  Tuesday evening and about $800 later overall, she is given the green flag and sent home.  She goes back to the vet that Friday for a recheck.  All looks good so she is sent home with no further instructions or future rechecks.

So that brings you up-to-date from January 1st to April 1st.

How I feel.

 BUT WAIT......THINGS GET BETTER.

Yesterday evening, right around 7:00 (OF COURSE, THAT'S WHEN MY VET CLOSES), a guy knocks on my door.  Here's the basic conversation we have:

Guy:  Hi, I'm one of your neighbors down the road, and I wanted to let you know that your brown dog jumped your brindle dog and they fought pretty good.  I think your brindle dog might be really hurt.
Me:  My dogs were fighting? (I ask because I never heard a thing)
Guy:  Yes.  My dog got out and ran up to the fence, and then your brown dog jumped the other one.  I tried to break it up from the other side of the fence but couldn't.  I'm pretty sure the brindle dog got hurt.
Me:  Thank you so much for letting me know.  I'll check them out right now.  But are you sure it wasn't just a scuffle?  The brown one can be a bit of a brat sometimes.
Guy:  No, this was definitely a fight.  It lasted a good minute.
Me:  Was the black dog involved at all?
Guy:  Nope, just the two other ones.
Me:  Shit.  Ok, thank you!!

Sidenote:  Piper is an Alpha dog.  She likes to believe that she rules the roost here at the house.  But she's only like that here at home.  She gets really bossy if another dog comes over and into her yard, and when an outsider dog comes up to the fence, she "claims" the dog as hers to inspect and doesn't want any of the other dogs near it, so she will snap at them to stay away.  The dogs have had scuffles in the past, but none of them have EVER been hurt.  And if you take Piper out of the yard, she's a great dog.  She's been on community dog walks, walked in parades and taken around downtown.  She has never shown ANY aggression towards any other dogs, big or small. 

Not Piper.  But okay.  :)

So I head to the backyard to see what damage my brown dog (Piper) had done to my brindle dog (Ollie).  After the whole Massai incident, I was really nervous as to what I would find, and I definitely was not prepared to find Ollie on his deathbed from a bratty Piper attack.

Well, turns out Ollie said NO to taking her shit.  Ollie came out of the woods with a couple of scrapes on his nose and belly and some blood on his body, none of which belonged to him.  Piper came up to me limping, disheveled and also covered with a few areas of blood.  After thoroughly inspecting Ollie, I found no wounds besides a raw nose, some claw scrapes and what looked like a few teeth marks on his head.  After inspecting Piper, I found several shallow puncture wounds: two on her right front leg, one on her chest and one on her left haunch.  She didn't seem to be in need of emergency care (it's $115 just to walk in the door at RIVER), so I gave her a sponge bath to clean her up a little and sent her to bed.  This morning at the vet they determined that none of her injuries were serious and that her limp was likely a pulled muscle.  They sent her home with some antibiotics and pain meds.  She cost me $95.  All the dogs are perfectly fine now and act like nothing ever happened.  Ollie has even been trying to get Piper to play with him.

Because we all apparently live there.

At this point, I don't know what I'm going to do.  I'm REALLY glad that the last little incident was witnessed.  If it hadn't been, I might have thought that Ollie had attacked Piper and would have also had no idea if Daisy had been involved (since she is pretty looney-bin neurotic herself).  I would have also thought that maybe Ollie was the one who attacked Massai - that maybe he has a crazy streak behind those snuggle buddy eyes that no one ever sees.  But now that I know that Piper instigated not just a scuffle but a nasty fight with Ollie, and that she is now the likely one to have attacked Massai (my guess is the same type of situation?) and that she injured Allie (which I honestly think was an accident in the heat of the moment, but still), I don't know what to do in the long run.  Lucas thinks that Piper may have learned her lesson, and he may be right.  And Piper is a part of this family.  But I cannot afford to keep going on like this.

No incidents in all these years between the animals, and now in a matter of three measly months, the roof has come crashing down!

2013, you're still suckin'.

P.S.  I entered a contest to win some gDiaper swag, and part of the entry is mentioning the contest in your blog.  So here it is!  My mention of the gDiapers Giveaway!