<?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-3416083817197777783</id><updated>2011-11-17T13:33:50.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa Ru Giovanniello</title><subtitle type='html'>On March 29, 2005 we began the process of adopting our beautiful daughter.  On July 30, 2007 we held Tessa for the first time and at that moment our lives changed forever.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-1328557268865785463</id><published>2008-05-15T03:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T03:30:44.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m 20 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/SCvliDDH1pI/AAAAAAAAAR4/iQ7GLWHkcKk/s1600-h/MVC-031S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/SCvliDDH1pI/AAAAAAAAAR4/iQ7GLWHkcKk/s320/MVC-031S.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200502567826085522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/SCvleTDH1oI/AAAAAAAAARw/RzrH5WTfftQ/s1600-h/MVC-036S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/SCvleTDH1oI/AAAAAAAAARw/RzrH5WTfftQ/s320/MVC-036S.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200502503401576066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/SCvlZTDH1nI/AAAAAAAAARo/X7xlfuLZIXo/s1600-h/MVC-026S2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/SCvlZTDH1nI/AAAAAAAAARo/X7xlfuLZIXo/s320/MVC-026S2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200502417502230130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, May 13, 2008  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little girl continues to grow.  Tessa is now able to upon request take her shoes and socks off.  Tessa can also point to her hair/head, ears, and feet/shoe.  She is also becoming more independent.  Tessa is able to eat with both a spoon and fork.  At times she insists on feeding herself using utensils. Tessa is also able to help putting on her jacket and can take it off with ease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-1328557268865785463?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1328557268865785463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=1328557268865785463&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1328557268865785463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1328557268865785463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-20-months-old.html' title='I’m 20 Months Old'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/SCvliDDH1pI/AAAAAAAAAR4/iQ7GLWHkcKk/s72-c/MVC-031S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-3878433437551053606</id><published>2008-05-15T03:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T03:18:58.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa’s Third Post Op Eye Appt</title><content type='html'>Monday, May 12, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Tessa’s appt with the eye specialist to see if she needed to continue with eye patching.  The eye doctor felt that Tessa’s eyes are still aligned and she will no longer need to wear eye patches.  He will see her again near her 2nd birthday.  We discussed when Tessa is excited running her left eye sometimes will turn for a second.  The eye doctor feels this is still part of the adjustment process. As for her eyes at times sometimes appearing crossed the eye doctor feel this is okay and because of Tessa’s flat nose you get the illusion of her eyes seeming more crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-3878433437551053606?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3878433437551053606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=3878433437551053606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3878433437551053606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3878433437551053606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/05/tessas-third-post-op-eye-appt.html' title='Tessa’s Third Post Op Eye Appt'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-234907608469813642</id><published>2008-05-15T03:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T03:18:23.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa's Fourth Pediatric Appointment</title><content type='html'>Monday, April 28, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another routine check up. Tessa has gained another pound and grew one inch.  She now weighs close to 21 pounds and is 30” tall.  Her head circumference is 47 cm.  Overall the pediatrician is pleased with Tessa’s development.  He commented on what a change there is in her from when he first met Tessa last September.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-234907608469813642?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/234907608469813642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=234907608469813642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/234907608469813642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/234907608469813642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/05/tessas-fourth-pediatric-appointment.html' title='Tessa&apos;s Fourth Pediatric Appointment'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-5963926040126199957</id><published>2008-04-26T01:10:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T21:55:43.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Mommy’s Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday, April 19, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Michael and I brought Tessa with us while we dropped off a refrigerator and microwave for my office. While we were there we took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/SBK588NKCJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1z6woq5iG60/s1600-h/untitled5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193417776916203666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/SBK588NKCJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1z6woq5iG60/s320/untitled5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Employee evaluations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/SBK5qcNKCII/AAAAAAAAARI/vqJ66iDgEaA/s1600-h/untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193417459088623746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/SBK5qcNKCII/AAAAAAAAARI/vqJ66iDgEaA/s320/untitled3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh no, this doesn’t look good &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/SBK5dcNKCHI/AAAAAAAAARA/nJmH-QK2wR0/s1600-h/untitled4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193417235750324338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/SBK5dcNKCHI/AAAAAAAAARA/nJmH-QK2wR0/s320/untitled4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Next.......please &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Friday, April 18, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/SEs6lLR62yI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MyRIC1LW0ao/s1600-h/Jun06~02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209321804341631778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/SEs6lLR62yI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MyRIC1LW0ao/s320/Jun06~02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/SEojNs8oDPI/AAAAAAAAASA/eHhoU6BEjk0/s1600-h/Jun06~01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209014637318114546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/SEojNs8oDPI/AAAAAAAAASA/eHhoU6BEjk0/s320/Jun06~01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon was the first time we had some really nice warm weather. We decided to let Tessa play in the yard and explore. Although Tessa enjoyed herself she seemed somewhat overwhelmed trying to take everything in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-5963926040126199957?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5963926040126199957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=5963926040126199957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5963926040126199957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5963926040126199957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/04/visiting-mommys-job.html' title='Visiting Mommy’s Job'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/SBK588NKCJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1z6woq5iG60/s72-c/untitled5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-1913826299140042766</id><published>2008-04-26T00:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T01:26:32.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m 19 Months Old</title><content type='html'>Sunday, April 13, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the time going? Tessa has had to have grown in size. Most of her 12 month old pants that were dragging on the floor now fit her nicely. I can’t wait to see her new measurements when we go to the pediatrician the end of the month. Tessa is now able to point to her head when asked. Michael also taught her when asked “Where is the sky?” to point up. Tessa is also growing more hair and is allowing me to brush her teeth using a toddler toothbrush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-1913826299140042766?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1913826299140042766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=1913826299140042766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1913826299140042766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1913826299140042766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-19-months-old.html' title='I’m 19 Months Old'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-9010085019718849052</id><published>2008-04-05T17:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:53:19.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Six Month Post Placement Homestudy Update</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, April 1, 2008  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening Bridgette, a social worker from Gladney came to do the 6 month post adoption check. Bridgette interviewed us and we had to supply her with one picture of Tessa and another of us as a family.  All in all the interview went pretty well. She told us that we will need to have another homestudy update at two year mark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-9010085019718849052?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/9010085019718849052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=9010085019718849052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/9010085019718849052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/9010085019718849052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-six-month-post-placement-homestudy.html' title='Our Six Month Post Placement Homestudy Update'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-3291839207900152513</id><published>2008-04-05T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:34:29.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa’s Second Post Op Eye Appt</title><content type='html'>Thursday, March 27, 2008  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Tessa’s appt with the eye specialist to see if the patching had helped with her alignment.  Overall the doctor was pleased with Tessa’s progress. He wants Tessa’s eye to be patched daily now for only one hour. In 6-8 weeks we will return and depending on her progress Tessa may no longer need to have her eye patched. The doctor said that Tessa was using both of her eyes together and that her alignment had improved since her last appt.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;During the visit Tessa cried almost the entire time.  Both the doctor and his staff commented that at Tessa’s last appt when Michael was there she didn’t cry at all.  I told them that I will do my best to have Michael come to the next appt in May.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-3291839207900152513?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3291839207900152513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=3291839207900152513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3291839207900152513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3291839207900152513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/04/tessas-second-post-op-eye-appt.html' title='Tessa’s Second Post Op Eye Appt'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-5330464627052260242</id><published>2008-04-05T14:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:44:03.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa’s Follow Up Ear Evaluation</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, March 26, 2008 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today was Tessa’s 6 month appt with the ear specialist to see if she had accumulated wax buildup since her last exam in January.  Unfortunately Tessa had a lot of wax in both ears.  Tessa cried so hard and was struggling to the point where the doctor had to put her in a baby papoose (a nice name for a baby straight jacket).  The doctor insisted on not making the papoose tight.  I warned him that Tessa was very strong but he did not listen. So just as I expected Tessa was able to wiggle her arms and body which made it hard for him to remove the wax.  I felt so bad for her screaming.  It must have been so uncomfortable having someone poke and then put an instrument down her ear canal.  Then to top it off the doctor said until Tessa’s ear canals grow which might not be until she is 3 or 4 years old she will have to go through this procedure every six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forget during the exam at one point while the nurse was holding Tessa’s head straight her left eye disappeared and all you could see was the white part and the remainder of her stitches.  I nearly passed out and immediately thought that Tessa’s screaming had triggered some sort or eye spasm.  The nurse asked the doctor to stop for a second so she could show me that the way she had been holding Tessa had caused her iris to stick to her eyelid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-5330464627052260242?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5330464627052260242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=5330464627052260242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5330464627052260242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5330464627052260242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/04/tessas-follow-up-ear-evaluation.html' title='Tessa’s Follow Up Ear Evaluation'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-8563768697899533727</id><published>2008-04-05T14:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:27:59.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa’s Six Month Early Intervention Evaluation</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, March 25, 2008  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon Michael and I attended Tessa’s 6 month evaluation to see how much progress she has made and if therapies need to continue.  The meeting was going well and we were able to have Tessa’s speech therapy increased to 3x/week when suddenly the representative from the Dept of Education stated that Mar had recommended that Tessa’s physical therapy be terminated.  According to Mar’s summary Tessa’s gross motor skills were age appropriate and she no longer required services.  Michael and I were very surprised by what Mar had written since last week when we saw him he made no mention of wanting to discontinue services.  Faith, our case manager also was unaware of Mar’s summary. Truthfully Faith should have read it before handing it in but that’s a whole different issue.  Thankfully Rose, the speech therapist agreed with us and after a whole rigmarole Tessa was able to resume receiving twice a week physical therapy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-8563768697899533727?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8563768697899533727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=8563768697899533727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8563768697899533727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8563768697899533727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/04/teesas-six-month-early-intervention.html' title='Tessa’s Six Month Early Intervention Evaluation'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-7879383248334860919</id><published>2008-04-05T14:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:14:42.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>Sunday, March 23, 2008  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s starting to become a pattern with every holiday that one of us is ill. Just as Michael, Tessa, and I were about to sit down for Easter dinner I became ill.  Unfortunately I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening alternating between the bed and bathroom.  Luckily Tessa is still too young to understand the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-7879383248334860919?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7879383248334860919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=7879383248334860919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/7879383248334860919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/7879383248334860919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-2687636798275716260</id><published>2008-04-05T14:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:09:04.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m Officially 1 ½ Years Old Today</title><content type='html'>Thursday March 13, 2008  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R_e__gY2oyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/J4JwkrULJQ4/s1600-h/MVC-003S2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R_e__gY2oyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/J4JwkrULJQ4/s320/MVC-003S2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185824593687257890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R_e_2AY2oxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/cBKkZIeHx7w/s1600-h/MVC-004S.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R_e_2AY2oxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/cBKkZIeHx7w/s320/MVC-004S.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185824430478500626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little girl is growing up.  The time is really flying.  We can definitely see that Tessa is becoming a full fledged toddler.  Tessa is becoming independent and wants to do certain things all by herself.  She has started to develop selective hearing and will ignore my calls when preoccupied.  Tessa has also become even more finicky with her eating.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa has adjusted well to wearing her eye patch.  She has though since wearing her patch had some problems with her equilibrium.  We’ve noticed that she is clumsier and has fallen several times.  The poor child keeps getting bumps on her head.  On top of being clumsy Tessa has now decided that she wants to learn how to run so walking quickly is not helping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-2687636798275716260?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2687636798275716260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=2687636798275716260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2687636798275716260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2687636798275716260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-officially-1-years-old-today.html' title='I’m Officially 1 ½ Years Old Today'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R_e__gY2oyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/J4JwkrULJQ4/s72-c/MVC-003S2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-422992345759133387</id><published>2008-04-05T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:02:26.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreaded Stomach Virus</title><content type='html'>Wednesday February 20th – Wednesday March 5th &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa had a terrible case of stomach virus for two full weeks.  This was the longest Tessa has been ill.  Tessa had no appetite and lost almost 2 pounds.  Unfortunately the day Tessa got over it I found myself sick.  Thankfully I was only ill for 5 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-422992345759133387?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/422992345759133387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=422992345759133387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/422992345759133387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/422992345759133387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreaded-stomach-virus.html' title='The Dreaded Stomach Virus'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-6614081075067212023</id><published>2008-04-05T13:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:01:28.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year’s Party</title><content type='html'>Saturday February 16, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R_e-TgY2owI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uCI6mnDWlW8/s1600-h/New+Year+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R_e-TgY2owI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uCI6mnDWlW8/s320/New+Year+Party.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185822738261385986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the FCC’s (Families of Children from China) annual New Year party.  Tessa was they youngest child there. She seemed to really enjoy herself and was very well behaved. Tessa enjoyed eating crispy noodles dunked in my chicken soup.  We spoke to other parents and learned that many of the children did not start talking until around age two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-6614081075067212023?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6614081075067212023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=6614081075067212023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6614081075067212023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6614081075067212023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/04/chinese-new-years-party.html' title='Chinese New Year’s Party'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R_e-TgY2owI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uCI6mnDWlW8/s72-c/New+Year+Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-3861719903565766392</id><published>2008-04-05T13:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:58:34.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine’s Day</title><content type='html'>Thursday February 14, 2008 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Tessa’s first Valentine’s Day with us.  We gave her an Elmo doll.  Tessa was just as surprised as Michael and I by all the things this doll could do.  At first Tessa seemed a little afraid of Elmo.  Within minutes though she warmed up to him and was laughing as Elmo moved around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael also enjoyed the special Hershey’s kisses Tessa gave him that said I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-3861719903565766392?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3861719903565766392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=3861719903565766392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3861719903565766392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3861719903565766392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine’s Day'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-1808130565685593552</id><published>2008-02-15T11:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:18:09.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m 17 Months Old Today</title><content type='html'>Wednesday February 13, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R_fCPwY2ozI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xLkxLmNx-ys/s1600-h/Multimed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R_fCPwY2ozI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xLkxLmNx-ys/s320/Multimed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185827071883387698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazement never ends.  In the past month Tessa has begun walking.  Although her gait at times is clumsy she is definitely walking.  Tessa also had her eye surgery and her eyes seem straight.  Everyone comments on what a change their is in Tessa's appearance.  There also has definitely been a change in her personality since the operation.  Miss Rose, her teacher at day care as also noticed that Tessa has become let’s say more “assertive” in expressing her wants.  Miss Rose actually spoke to me about Tessa hitting some of the other children to get their attention.  Our little girl is changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-1808130565685593552?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1808130565685593552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=1808130565685593552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1808130565685593552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1808130565685593552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-17-months-old-today.html' title='I’m 17 Months Old Today'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R_fCPwY2ozI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xLkxLmNx-ys/s72-c/Multimed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-8436932324145931384</id><published>2008-02-09T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T12:41:33.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After</title><content type='html'>Thursday February 7, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Today when Tessa woke up her eyes were swollen and stayed that way all day. They also were still red. The good news is Tessa's eyes stayed straight all day and her coordination was so much better both of which is a good sign that her brain is already adjusting to the alignment.  I would say she was 80% back to normal on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tessa has a follow up appt with the dr for 2/28. It's a 3 week check up and then he sees her again after 6 weeks.  I still am amazed at what a strong little girl Tessa is. She really is a fighter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-8436932324145931384?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8436932324145931384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=8436932324145931384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8436932324145931384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8436932324145931384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-after.html' title='The Day After'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-5498780226093992234</id><published>2008-02-09T12:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T03:10:46.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Was Tessa's Eye Surgery</title><content type='html'>Wednesday February 6, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa at the hospital in her operating gown.  The X's on her forehead are to tell the doctor he has to operate on both eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63lWup7FoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LjBfzJG1FwE/s1600-h/Tessa+sideways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63lWup7FoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LjBfzJG1FwE/s320/Tessa+sideways.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165036526307579522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63lO-p7FnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/V8mrfv6kJXQ/s1600-h/Tessa+close+sideways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63lO-p7FnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/V8mrfv6kJXQ/s320/Tessa+close+sideways.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165036393163593330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back at home later in the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63kQup7FiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/YJ6W7NiV2fs/s1600-h/Tessa+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63kQup7FiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/YJ6W7NiV2fs/s320/Tessa+after.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165035323716736546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday morning we brought Tessa to the hospital at 6:30am.  We had to wait until 8:15am for her surgery.  Prior to surgery Tessa was fine.  She had no idea what was going on and didn't even mind being in her hospital gown which was way too big on her (one size does not fit all babies).  She did cry though when they had to draw in marker the x's over each eyebrow on her forehead for surgery.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When it was time for the surgery only one of us was allowed to go into the operating room to be w/her while she was given anesthesia.  I immediately told the anesthesiologist that would be me.  Michael was a little upset and said "I don't get a vote."  I guess I felt as Tessa's mother of course I was going to go in with her!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the operating room they told me Tessa should go under in about 5 seconds.  Of course Tessa had to be different.  She really fought the mask on her face and it took a good 30 seconds with her crying before she was knocked out.  I had to hold her hands/arms down to keep her from pulling the mask off.  The actual procedure took 45 minutes but with recovery we didn't see Tessa again in recovery until nearly 10am.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Poor Tessa was whimpering and disorientated when we saw her.  She cried for a good 30 min.  The dr told us he felt her surgery was a success.  After that we were told Tessa couldn't leave the hospital until she drank at least 2 oz of water or juice and only after that could she get a cracker.  Tessa refused more than a sip of either.  I kept asking about giving her formula which is really powdered water but the hospital said no because it was too thick.  Well, after sitting there for over 2 hrs I said this is crazy we could be here all day.  (Poor Tessa was so uncomfortable whimpering with the IV in her foot and they didn't want me to let her go to sleep until she drank) So Michael told the staff we were going to give her formula. They reluctantly agreed and low and behold Tessa drank 7 oz of formula right up with no problem.  After which we were finally able to leave. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tessa was pretty good when we came home all considering, and she slept thru the night.  Her eyes were red which is to be expected.  What was upsetting was that in the evening both eyes started turning and then would go straight.  It was really noticeable now after the surgery.  It was as if her eyes would turn and then were pulled back straight.  The dr had told us this could happen and that it really takes 6 weeks before you know the end results.   Moving around was awkward for her.  When Tessa walked you could see her coordination was all off and she would fall into a sit position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-5498780226093992234?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5498780226093992234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=5498780226093992234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5498780226093992234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5498780226093992234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/02/wednesday-february-6-2008-at-hospital.html' title='Today Was Tessa&apos;s Eye Surgery'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63lWup7FoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LjBfzJG1FwE/s72-c/Tessa+sideways.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-6162465058832597686</id><published>2008-02-09T12:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T12:29:55.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa's Third Pediataric Appointment</title><content type='html'>Monday, January 28, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Tessa had an appt today with her pediatrician.  Besides having to get shots she also needed to be cleared for surgery. The pediatrician was so happy to see Tessa walk.  He said that Tessa is continuing to progress at a good pace.  Tessa has gained 2 pounds since her last visit and now weighs just less than 20 pounds.  She also grew a half inch and is now 29” long. We also spoke about Tessa still not speaking.  The pediatrician was not concerned and said it would be fine if Tessa wasn’t talking when she turned two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-6162465058832597686?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6162465058832597686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=6162465058832597686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6162465058832597686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6162465058832597686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/02/tessas-third-pediataric-appointment.html' title='Tessa&apos;s Third Pediataric Appointment'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-3354395320811732773</id><published>2008-02-09T12:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T11:48:22.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63ieup7FeI/AAAAAAAAANg/pd-RS0ziuGU/s1600-h/Standing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63ieup7FeI/AAAAAAAAANg/pd-RS0ziuGU/s320/Standing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165033365211649506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, January 19, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon when I arrived at the daycare Tessa was about to take her usual few steps toward me when her teacher told me to stop and watch.  Low and behold Tessa was able to walk across the floor all by herself.  I was so surprised.  We couldn’t wait to arrive at home and show daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-3354395320811732773?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3354395320811732773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=3354395320811732773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3354395320811732773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3354395320811732773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-can-walk.html' title='I Can Walk'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63ieup7FeI/AAAAAAAAANg/pd-RS0ziuGU/s72-c/Standing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-8908237414962178538</id><published>2008-02-09T12:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T03:12:01.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m 16 Months Old Today</title><content type='html'>Sunday, January 13, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just amazing how fast the time is going.  Over the past month Tessa has learned to stand on her own and is taking her first steps.  She is able to walk about 4 steps before falling. You can see how determined she is to walk.  Tessa also loves to walk using her push toy.   She does however get very frustrated if after crashing into furniture she is unable to redirect herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa seems to have made a positive adjustment to daycare and now smiles as soon as we enter the place.  Typically when I pick her up she is playing with her classmates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-8908237414962178538?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8908237414962178538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=8908237414962178538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8908237414962178538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8908237414962178538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-16-months-old-today.html' title='I’m 16 Months Old Today'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-5738201479436379169</id><published>2008-02-09T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T12:25:08.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Visit to Eye Specialist</title><content type='html'>Thursday, January 3, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Tessa’s follow up appointment with the eye doctor.  Again the doctor had a difficult time trying to obtain a complete measurement of Tessa’s eyes.  He was though able for the first time to get a partial reading of her eyes using prisms.  The doctor tried to be funny stating “Well its official Tessa hates coming here.”  The doctor then went over Tessa’s surgery which is still scheduled for Wednesday, Febuary 6th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-5738201479436379169?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5738201479436379169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=5738201479436379169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5738201479436379169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5738201479436379169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-visit-to-eye-specialist.html' title='Another Visit to Eye Specialist'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-933667600854859620</id><published>2008-02-09T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T12:24:37.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Xmas Tree in Rockefeller Center</title><content type='html'>Sunday, December 30, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Tessa in Ruth Chris restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63hgep7FdI/AAAAAAAAANY/KCaARkXpjuo/s1600-h/City+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63hgep7FdI/AAAAAAAAANY/KCaARkXpjuo/s320/City+%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165032295764792786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening we took Tessa into Manhattan for her first visit to FAO Schwartz.  Tessa was so happy to be around all the different toys.  We then went to see the Christmas tree.  Unfortunately it started raining so in most of the pictures we look like wet rats.  Afterwards we went to dinner at Ruth Chris’s.  Tessa was such a good girl in a grownup restaurant.  She dined on crab cakes and creamed spinach. We didn’t stay for dessert because we didn’t want to chance a change in Tessa’s behavior after being seated in a high chair for so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-933667600854859620?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/933667600854859620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=933667600854859620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/933667600854859620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/933667600854859620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/02/xmas-tree-in-rockefeller-center.html' title='The Xmas Tree in Rockefeller Center'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63hgep7FdI/AAAAAAAAANY/KCaARkXpjuo/s72-c/City+%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-8067915933580364387</id><published>2008-02-09T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T02:54:55.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Presents</title><content type='html'>Thursday, December 27, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from my birthday and Michael’s which was on 12/20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R66tjup7FpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JuEayM1R73s/s1600-h/Mom+B%27day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R66tjup7FpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JuEayM1R73s/s320/Mom+B%27day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165256651971434130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63eYep7FXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/U3bTzp6lcc0/s1600-h/Donna%27s+B%27day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63eYep7FXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/U3bTzp6lcc0/s320/Donna%27s+B%27day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165028859790955890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63e4up7FaI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZjZO22UrOS4/s1600-h/Dad+B%27day+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63e4up7FaI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZjZO22UrOS4/s320/Dad+B%27day+%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165029413841737122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63el-p7FYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/peIm8P4yso8/s1600-h/Dad+B%27day+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63el-p7FYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/peIm8P4yso8/s320/Dad+B%27day+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165029091719189890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-8067915933580364387?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8067915933580364387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=8067915933580364387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8067915933580364387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8067915933580364387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/02/opening-presents.html' title='Opening Presents'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R66tjup7FpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JuEayM1R73s/s72-c/Mom+B%27day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-3065167101317147224</id><published>2008-02-09T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T12:07:27.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa’s First Artwork On The Refrigerator</title><content type='html'>Thursday, December 27, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63dQup7FWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9PUlOaN6NmA/s1600-h/Refrigerator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63dQup7FWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9PUlOaN6NmA/s320/Refrigerator.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165027627135341922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my birthday and one of the best presents I received was from Tessa at day care.  Miss Rose gave me a paper bell and Christmas tree that Tessa had decorated of course with their help.  They are both proudly displayed on the kitchen refrigerator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-3065167101317147224?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3065167101317147224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=3065167101317147224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3065167101317147224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3065167101317147224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/02/tessas-first-artwork-on-refrigerator.html' title='Tessa’s First Artwork On The Refrigerator'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63dQup7FWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9PUlOaN6NmA/s72-c/Refrigerator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-6584826096935042714</id><published>2008-02-09T01:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T01:15:01.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, December 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63cQup7FVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/MdXp-5bbhV8/s1600-h/Opening+Gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165026527623714130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63cQup7FVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/MdXp-5bbhV8/s320/Opening+Gifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R61Ckep7FTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8Sjfngt3_Cs/s1600-h/Dad+Xmas+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164857542135452978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R61Ckep7FTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8Sjfngt3_Cs/s320/Dad+Xmas+%231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Tessa, both Michael and I were sick today so we did not open presents until early in the evening. Thankfully Tessa has no concept of the holiday so she was none the wiser. Tessa seemed to fixate on the Disney sippy cup that Christine and Billy gave her. We had to hide it in order for Tessa to continue opening her presents.&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/3416083817197777783-6584826096935042714?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6584826096935042714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=6584826096935042714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6584826096935042714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6584826096935042714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-christmas-day.html' title='It’s Christmas Day'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R63cQup7FVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/MdXp-5bbhV8/s72-c/Opening+Gifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-5889998388315233234</id><published>2007-12-27T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:08:24.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve &amp; I Can Stand All By Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monday, December 24, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Visiting our friends Scott &amp;amp; Shirley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R3qo_ecRg_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/fZCyU5tm4s8/s1600-h/tessa07_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150614932308460530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R3qo_ecRg_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/fZCyU5tm4s8/s320/tessa07_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa cooking our Christmas dinner &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R3R_POcRg9I/AAAAAAAAALw/WHC3PYMe3-M/s1600-h/Dad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148880173542769618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R3R_POcRg9I/AAAAAAAAALw/WHC3PYMe3-M/s320/Dad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mommy and Tessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R3R_FOcRg8I/AAAAAAAAALo/vyjEYF8uChs/s1600-h/Mommy+%26+Tessa+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148880001744077762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R3R_FOcRg8I/AAAAAAAAALo/vyjEYF8uChs/s320/Mommy+%26+Tessa+%232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tessa and grandma &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R3R-3-cRg7I/AAAAAAAAALg/k1--Zr6t04Q/s1600-h/Grandma+%26+Tessa+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148879774110811058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R3R-3-cRg7I/AAAAAAAAALg/k1--Zr6t04Q/s320/Grandma+%26+Tessa+%231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tessa's great grandmother &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R3R-ducRg6I/AAAAAAAAALY/FuFRtXKBLTA/s1600-h/Grandma+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148879323139244962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R3R-ducRg6I/AAAAAAAAALY/FuFRtXKBLTA/s320/Grandma+%232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's been a long night and Tessa's ready for bed &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R3R-P-cRg5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/WmwK-mBotew/s1600-h/Mommy+%26+Tessa+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148879086916043666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R3R-P-cRg5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/WmwK-mBotew/s320/Mommy+%26+Tessa+%234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This evening we were all at Tessa’s great grandmother’s house celebrating Christmas eve. All of a sudden Tessa stood up all by herself in the middle of grandma’s living room. I almost missed it if it wasn’t for Aunt Maryann telling me to look. Tessa was so proud of herself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-5889998388315233234?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5889998388315233234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=5889998388315233234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5889998388315233234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5889998388315233234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve-i-can-stand-all-by-myself.html' title='Christmas Eve &amp; I Can Stand All By Myself'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R3qo_ecRg_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/fZCyU5tm4s8/s72-c/tessa07_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-5429665812335797602</id><published>2007-12-27T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T23:25:20.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa Sends Me Off With A Wave</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, December 19, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning as I was leaving Tessa at Kiddie Academy she waved goodbye to me. It was so sweet and just melted my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-5429665812335797602?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5429665812335797602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=5429665812335797602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5429665812335797602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5429665812335797602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/12/tessa-sends-me-off-with-wave.html' title='Tessa Sends Me Off With A Wave'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-7094440147489893335</id><published>2007-12-27T23:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T23:24:27.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Goes Back to Work</title><content type='html'>Monday, December 17, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first day returning to work and Tessa’s first full day at day care.  On the way into Kiddie Academy I promptly slipped on ice outside the main gate and fell on my side. Tessa was fine.  I think she was more stunned seeing me fall.  As I went to hand Tessa to her teacher, Miss Rose she began to cry.  Thankfully by the time I walked back from putting her coat in her classroom and I peered over the wall she was fine.  At the end of the day when I picked Tessa up she seemed happy and Miss Rose said Tessa had a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-7094440147489893335?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7094440147489893335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=7094440147489893335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/7094440147489893335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/7094440147489893335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/12/mommy-goes-back-to-work.html' title='Mommy Goes Back to Work'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-8662071489378284501</id><published>2007-12-27T23:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T00:41:51.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa Is 15 Months Old</title><content type='html'>Thursday, December 13, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it really is going so fast. I can not believe that Tessa is 15 months old. In the past month Tessa has learned to wave goodbye, is imitating my movements, can stand independently for a few seconds, can use a spoon when she wants, is off the bottle except for when she wakes and goes to bed, and is screwing the tops off and on bottles and jars. The only area we have not seen improvement is in her expressive speech. The speech therapist is still not concerned though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-8662071489378284501?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8662071489378284501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=8662071489378284501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8662071489378284501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8662071489378284501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/12/tessa-is-15-months-old.html' title='Tessa Is 15 Months Old'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-7903927284027074057</id><published>2007-12-27T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T23:23:16.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa’s Follow Up Neurological</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, December 12, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I took Tessa for her follow up appointment.  The neurologist seemed pleased with Tessa’s overall progress since her last visit in September.  He was however concerned that she is not gaining enough weight and wants all this blood work done.  He said he fully expects all the results to be normal but wants to be safe.  He also mentioned giving Tessa Pediasure to gain weight.  I’m so confused each doctor I go to says something different.  I think I’m going to wait before I do anything until the end of the month at her next pediatrician appt and get his opinion.  Tessa’s next follow up appointment with the neurologist is in March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-7903927284027074057?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7903927284027074057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=7903927284027074057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/7903927284027074057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/7903927284027074057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/12/tessas-follow-up-neurological.html' title='Tessa’s Follow Up Neurological'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-2809771017668269628</id><published>2007-12-27T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T19:38:10.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa Saw Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R3WWyOcRg-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/D87VzqkVJGI/s1600-h/Santa+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149187538582340578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R3WWyOcRg-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/D87VzqkVJGI/s320/Santa+%232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, December 6, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening Michael and I took Tessa to have her picture taken with Santa. Initially she sat with Santa but would not look at the camera. By the 4th test shot she had it and started to cry. Michael tried holding her but that didn’t work. Finally I held her while sitting on the arm of Santa’s chair as Santa leaned in towards us. Looking at the above picture as you can see there is part of my body that they were unable to crop. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we took Tessa to Johnny Rockets for dinner. This was the first time we have eaten dinner out as a family. For most of the meal Tessa was fine. Towards the end she boredom set and Tessa began making that screaming sound she does when she wants attention. I was embarrassed and kept trying to quit her so not to disturb the other customers. Michael had more of a nonchalant attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3416083817197777783-2809771017668269628?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2809771017668269628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=2809771017668269628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2809771017668269628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2809771017668269628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/12/tessa-saw-santa.html' title='Tessa Saw Santa'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R3WWyOcRg-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/D87VzqkVJGI/s72-c/Santa+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-2793248902378841721</id><published>2007-12-27T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T23:17:19.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trial Run at Daycare</title><content type='html'>Monday, December 3, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took Tessa for the first time to daycare.  She only stayed for an hour.  Tessa started to cry when I left which was heartbreaking for me.  I sat outside in the parking lot just in case.  When I came back Tessa was sitting on the floor with another little girl. The teacher’s assistant, Doreen said she did just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-2793248902378841721?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2793248902378841721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=2793248902378841721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2793248902378841721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2793248902378841721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/12/trial-run-at-daycare.html' title='Trial Run at Daycare'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-7297688207065884637</id><published>2007-12-01T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T17:00:35.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Visit to Eye Specialist</title><content type='html'>Thursday, November 29, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Tessa’s follow up appointment with the eye doctor. Again the doctor had a difficult time trying to obtain a measurement of Tessa’s eyes. After speaking with Michael the doctor decided to take several photographs of Tessa’s eyes and use them as a measurement tool. He then said we need to see Tessa one more time but that we could schedule her surgery. Tessa’s surgery is now scheduled for February 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-7297688207065884637?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7297688207065884637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=7297688207065884637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/7297688207065884637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/7297688207065884637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-visit-to-eye-specialist.html' title='Another Visit to Eye Specialist'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-5818718346248366204</id><published>2007-12-01T16:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T03:08:35.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Thanksgiving As A Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thursday, November 22, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R1HVsfRGhLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/LKyDIn3FmLk/s1600-R/Mom+Al+and+Tessa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139123610090636466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R1HVsfRGhLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sBdXuO5HhDc/s320/Mom+Al+and+Tessa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tessa with her grandparents&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R1HVmvRGhKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3nGOIlbDU_Q/s1600-R/My+Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139123511306388642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R1HVmvRGhKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5UCT0uAPlYo/s320/My+Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R1HVgPRGhJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yMBmZnw9XM8/s1600-R/Me+Chris+and+Tessa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139123399637238930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R1HVgPRGhJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0oamlZp9mjQ/s320/Me+Chris+and+Tessa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Donna, Christine and Tessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R1HVavRGhII/AAAAAAAAAKg/BAUUPtiRN9U/s1600-R/Traut+and+Ludwig+Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139123305147958402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R1HVavRGhII/AAAAAAAAAKg/R86HW_ck8cs/s320/Traut+and+Ludwig+Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Ludwig/Traut Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today we had Thanksgiving dinner at Christine and Bill’s house. My parents came as well. This was the first time they had seen Tessa since the day after we came home from China. They were surprised by how much Tessa had grown. Again because we were around strange faces Tessa tended to cling to Michael and me. Both my mom and Christine were reluctant to hold Tessa because she cried in their arms. We did though have a really nice day. &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/3416083817197777783-5818718346248366204?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5818718346248366204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=5818718346248366204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5818718346248366204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5818718346248366204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-thanksgiving-as-family.html' title='First Thanksgiving As A Family'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R1HVsfRGhLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sBdXuO5HhDc/s72-c/Mom+Al+and+Tessa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-1333176909858815884</id><published>2007-11-22T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T05:15:55.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Has A Temper</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, November 21, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Tessa became quite angry while being fed her yogurt. As I pulled the spoon out of Tessa’s mouth she banged her fist on the highchair table while giving me the meanest look. It caught me completely off guard.  I decided to make a joke out of it and we both wound up laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-1333176909858815884?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1333176909858815884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=1333176909858815884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1333176909858815884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1333176909858815884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/11/someone-has-temper_22.html' title='Someone Has A Temper'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-2723103101346930487</id><published>2007-11-22T02:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T02:32:07.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa's Second Pediataric Appointment</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, November 20,2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Tessa had a follow up appt with her pediatrician. Tessa needed to get some shots for daycare. The doctor said since her last visit 5 weeks ago Tessa had grown a half inch and had gained almost a pound.  Her weight wasn't that accurate though because she kept moving.  Overall he felt good about the progress she has been making.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-2723103101346930487?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2723103101346930487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=2723103101346930487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2723103101346930487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2723103101346930487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/11/tessas-second-pediataric-appointment.html' title='Tessa&apos;s Second Pediataric Appointment'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-2330509063613305444</id><published>2007-11-22T02:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T02:34:49.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m Starting To Learn How To Eat From A Spoon</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, November 20, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for the first time Tessa put the spoon in the bowl correctly and into her mouth. Of course she only did it a couple of times before turning the spoon every which way and pudding was everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-2330509063613305444?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2330509063613305444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=2330509063613305444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2330509063613305444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2330509063613305444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-starting-to-learn-how-to-eat-from.html' title='I’m Starting To Learn How To Eat From A Spoon'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-234202257049028551</id><published>2007-11-15T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:10:02.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 14 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RzvUg4HaIcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wAzKMU8vzxo/s1600-h/Nov14%2409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132929861603172802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RzvUg4HaIcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wAzKMU8vzxo/s320/Nov14%2409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tuesday, November 13, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, the months are just whizzing by. Before we know it our little girl will be a year and a half old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-234202257049028551?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/234202257049028551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=234202257049028551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/234202257049028551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/234202257049028551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-14-months-old.html' title='I&apos;m 14 Months Old'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RzvUg4HaIcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wAzKMU8vzxo/s72-c/Nov14%2409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-7733223028409013056</id><published>2007-11-15T00:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:04:56.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Eye Specialist</title><content type='html'>Thursday, November 8, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Tessa’s follow up appointment with the eye doctor.  He was impressed with Tessa’s eye.  He felt that without the patch she was now probably alternating between both eyes when seeing, using each eye separately for different things.  The eye doctor decreased the patching to one hour a day.  Unfortunately again he was unable to get a good measurement of Tessa’s eyes.  He will try again next month.  Without a good measurement he is unable to schedule surgery.  The eye doctor is now thinking that her surgery may not be for a few months.  When we tried to push for a month the doctor was evasive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-7733223028409013056?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7733223028409013056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=7733223028409013056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/7733223028409013056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/7733223028409013056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/11/visit-to-eye-specialist.html' title='Visit to Eye Specialist'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-4630099217237691638</id><published>2007-11-15T00:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:04:25.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnets</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, November 7, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for the first time Tessa was able during her physical therapy session to put her letter magnets back on the blackboard. Up until now Tessa would pull the magnets off and usually throw them on the floor.  Michael saw her do it first and then called me over to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-4630099217237691638?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/4630099217237691638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=4630099217237691638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/4630099217237691638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/4630099217237691638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/11/magnets.html' title='Magnets'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-3039226879414468164</id><published>2007-11-15T00:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:03:50.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clapping &amp; Stacking</title><content type='html'>Thursday, November 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for the first time Tessa clapped hands correctly while listening to her piano/sing-along toy.  Tessa would watch me first and then copy my movements.  Tessa also correctly stacked blocks.  She needed help keeping the blocks lined up but she definitely understood the concept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-3039226879414468164?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3039226879414468164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=3039226879414468164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3039226879414468164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3039226879414468164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/11/clapping-stacking.html' title='Clapping &amp; Stacking'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-1922528116769835620</id><published>2007-11-14T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:49:19.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RzuXJNzr1pI/AAAAAAAAAJY/z2Ikeo1pl0k/s1600-h/Nov14%2408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132862384899872402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RzuXJNzr1pI/AAAAAAAAAJY/z2Ikeo1pl0k/s320/Nov14%2408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RzuXB9zr1oI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5WFcF9FkgIE/s1600-h/Nov14%2406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132862260345820802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RzuXB9zr1oI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5WFcF9FkgIE/s320/Nov14%2406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, October 31, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our first Halloween together. Unfortunately both Tessa and her mommy are sick with colds. We were unable to go trick-or-treating and both of us spent most of the day sleeping. &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/3416083817197777783-1922528116769835620?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1922528116769835620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=1922528116769835620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1922528116769835620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1922528116769835620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RzuXJNzr1pI/AAAAAAAAAJY/z2Ikeo1pl0k/s72-c/Nov14%2408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-8599189130049886585</id><published>2007-11-14T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:44:26.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa Shows Interest In Her Hands</title><content type='html'>Monday, October 29, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when Tessa played with her piano/sing-along toy I snapped my fingers to the beat.  Tessa was very intrigued by this and put her hands out staring at them trying to figure out it was done.  I also saw her making some attempts to clap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-8599189130049886585?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8599189130049886585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=8599189130049886585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8599189130049886585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8599189130049886585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/11/tessa-shows-interest-in-her-hands.html' title='Tessa Shows Interest In Her Hands'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-2490989497340985061</id><published>2007-11-14T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:43:34.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa Looking At Her Book</title><content type='html'>Sunday, October 28, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Tessa showed interest for the first time in her books.  On her own she picked up her peek-a-boo book and started turning the pages.  She went through most of the pages and then closed the book.  I sat with her then and went thru all the peek-a-boo-pages.  Tessa for the first time attended throughout the whole book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-2490989497340985061?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2490989497340985061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=2490989497340985061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2490989497340985061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2490989497340985061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/11/tessa-looking-at-her-book.html' title='Tessa Looking At Her Book'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-5851168869965681235</id><published>2007-11-14T19:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:49:44.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa’s First Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RzuVvdzr1mI/AAAAAAAAAJA/szHfY5QTe9o/s1600-h/Nov14%2402.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132860632553215570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RzuVjNzr1lI/AAAAAAAAAI4/3z02SvL97mw/s320/Nov14%2403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, October 26, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Tessa had her Halloween party at the gym. I know I will sound prejudiced being her mom and all but I swear Tessa had the nicest costume. Unfortunately Tessa started to feel sick so we had to leave early. I think she may be catching the bug Michael has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-5851168869965681235?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5851168869965681235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=5851168869965681235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5851168869965681235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5851168869965681235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/11/tessas-first-halloween-party.html' title='Tessa’s First Halloween Party'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RzuVjNzr1lI/AAAAAAAAAI4/3z02SvL97mw/s72-c/Nov14%2403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-2607764160689974666</id><published>2007-11-14T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:39:51.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa Is Crawling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RzuVRtzr1kI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7EtGNSuKsAM/s1600-h/Nov14%2410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RzuVRtzr1kI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7EtGNSuKsAM/s320/Nov14%2410.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132860331905504834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, October 24, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Tessa crawled across the kitchen floor on her hands and knees.  I was so surprised she just all of a sudden started to crawl. Now she is crawling all over the house following me around.  Before we know it she will be walking.  Watch out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-2607764160689974666?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2607764160689974666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=2607764160689974666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2607764160689974666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2607764160689974666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/11/tessa-is-crawling.html' title='Tessa Is Crawling'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RzuVRtzr1kI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7EtGNSuKsAM/s72-c/Nov14%2410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-2374629125392285576</id><published>2007-10-27T20:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T04:10:40.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa’s First Visit to the Pediatrician</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, October 17, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I called the pediatrician as I was concerned about Tessa’s cold.  For the past few days Tessa has been making this strange noise.  We thought it was some new sound effect she was making. Yesterday when I asked the speech therapist about the noise she had no idea what it was.  After researching on the Internet I became concerned that this noise might be wheezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pediatrician’s office was so nice giving me an immediate appointment.  The doctor told me that Tessa had a low grade fever and a routine cold.  Her chest and ears were normal.  He recommenced giving Tessa Motrin just to make her feel more comfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-2374629125392285576?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2374629125392285576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=2374629125392285576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2374629125392285576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2374629125392285576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/tessas-first-visit-to-pediatrician.html' title='Tessa’s First Visit to the Pediatrician'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-5393163853521596881</id><published>2007-10-27T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:13:18.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa’s First Friend</title><content type='html'>Sunday, October 14, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPT7AcvrBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2fb3g0uqOKA/s1600-h/Tessa+and+Olivia+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPT7AcvrBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2fb3g0uqOKA/s320/Tessa+and+Olivia+%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126173811564063762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPT7QcvrCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mUn2EJyVq6w/s1600-h/Tessa+and+Olivia+%238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPT7QcvrCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mUn2EJyVq6w/s320/Tessa+and+Olivia+%238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126173815859031074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPT7gcvrDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/M5VeGmaSBxk/s1600-h/Tessa+and+Olivia+%237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPT7gcvrDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/M5VeGmaSBxk/s320/Tessa+and+Olivia+%237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126173820153998386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the park at the boardwalk and met my friend, Michelle.  This was the first time Tessa had met her daughter, Olivia.  Olivia is 2½ months older than Tessa. The girls seemed to really enjoy themselves, well until this last picture when I think they both had enough of us taking their pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-5393163853521596881?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5393163853521596881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=5393163853521596881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5393163853521596881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5393163853521596881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/tessas-first-friend.html' title='Tessa’s First Friend'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPT7AcvrBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2fb3g0uqOKA/s72-c/Tessa+and+Olivia+%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-3068894863508019590</id><published>2007-10-27T20:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:52:58.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m 13 Months Old</title><content type='html'>Saturday, October 13, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, we can’t believe that our little Tessa is already 13 months.  When we look at her we see how different she is compared to the little girl that was handed to us in Changsha two and a half months ago.  We are so happy and feel lucky to have Tessa in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-3068894863508019590?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3068894863508019590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=3068894863508019590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3068894863508019590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3068894863508019590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-13-months-old.html' title='I’m 13 Months Old'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-71379688711964547</id><published>2007-10-27T20:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:09:38.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pediatric Neurological</title><content type='html'>Friday, October 12, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took Tessa for an examination with a pediatric neurologist to look over the MRI that was done in China.  The neurologist was not concerned about the extra 2mm space between Tessa’s brain and forehead.  He felt this was probably a result of her being a “failure to thrive” baby and that it would correct itself as she grew.  The neurologist saw no evidence of brain injury and felt that Tessa had typical developmental delays found in an internationally adopted child.  He asked to see Tessa again in December to assess how she was progressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-71379688711964547?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/71379688711964547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=71379688711964547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/71379688711964547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/71379688711964547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/pediatric-neurological.html' title='Pediatric Neurological'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-7318130732003879618</id><published>2007-10-27T20:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:08:59.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple &amp; Pumpkin Picking</title><content type='html'>Monday, October 8, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPS7Acvq-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/WugbuYB0Hrc/s1600-h/Apple+Picking+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPS7Acvq-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/WugbuYB0Hrc/s320/Apple+Picking+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126172712052435938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPS9Qcvq_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/kSp-erZNx54/s1600-h/Apple+Picking+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPS9Qcvq_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/kSp-erZNx54/s320/Apple+Picking+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126172750707141618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we brought Tessa apple and pumpkin picking in New Jersey.  Tessa seemed to enjoy herself especially when I brought her inside some of the larger trees in order to pick apples.  At the place they had horse drawn wagon rides.  This was the first time Tessa ever saw horses.  At first she looked surprised by I think their size but she quickly lost interest in them.  By the time we started looking at pumpkins Tessa had become bored and was doing her best to get out of her carrier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-7318130732003879618?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7318130732003879618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=7318130732003879618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/7318130732003879618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/7318130732003879618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/apple-pumpkin-picking.html' title='Apple &amp; Pumpkin Picking'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPS7Acvq-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/WugbuYB0Hrc/s72-c/Apple+Picking+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-3977063118128294026</id><published>2007-10-27T20:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:06:56.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Eye Specialist</title><content type='html'>Thursday, October 4, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Tessa’s second appointment with the eye doctor.  The doctor said he was happy to see that Tessa is now using her right eye more and reduced the patching to 3-4 hours/day.  On the other hand he was disappointed that her eyes were still crossing.  The doctor explained this means that there is a 40%-50% chance that she may need future surgeries or eye treatment.  The doctor plans on performing the surgery in December or January.  Once Tessa’s eyes are realigned we will have to wait to see how her brain is able to coordinate the movement of her eyes.  Our next appointment is on 11/8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-3977063118128294026?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3977063118128294026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=3977063118128294026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3977063118128294026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3977063118128294026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/visit-to-eye-specialist_27.html' title='Visit to Eye Specialist'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-165761836408697722</id><published>2007-10-27T20:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:06:22.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa’s First Day at Gym Class</title><content type='html'>Friday, September 28, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took Tessa for her first gym class.  There were five other infants in the class ranging from 9-12 months.  Tessa’s petiteness was very obvious.  She was smaller in both size and weight when I compared her to the 9 month old.  Overall Tessa did well.  She seemed to enjoy being on the swing the most.  For the last 10 minutes of class the parents have to leave the children with the staff.  Tessa would not have it.  She immediately crawled across the room to me.  When the staff blocked the path she would every few seconds turn around to make sure I was still there.  Finally they had to hide me from her view.  As long as Tessa couldn’t see me she was able to be distracted and did fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-165761836408697722?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/165761836408697722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=165761836408697722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/165761836408697722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/165761836408697722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/tessas-first-day-at-gym-class.html' title='Tessa’s First Day at Gym Class'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-1757609011995637256</id><published>2007-10-27T20:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:53:36.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Appointments &amp; Tessa’s First Subway Ride</title><content type='html'>Thursday, September 27, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was the meeting with early intervention services to go over all of Tessa’s evaluations.  Tessa qualifies for services in every area.  Hopefully tomorrow someone will contact me from the provider agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the meeting we had to go to Manhattan for Tessa’s appointment with an ENT specialist for Tessa’s ears to be checked.  When we got off the ferry this time we took the subway.  Tessa was so surprised by all the noises she heard.  When the subway came in the other direction her face was priceless.  When we were on our train Tessa was fine and seemed to enjoy the ride.  Actually on the way home she slept for most of the trip. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The ENT specialist was so nice.  He had such a calming way about him.  He was able to remove the remaining wax in her right ear and she had another hearing test.  Tessa’s hearing is fine now in both ears.  The ENT specialist wants to see her though again in 4 months to reassess her.  He wants to make sure that she doesn’t have new wax buildup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-1757609011995637256?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1757609011995637256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=1757609011995637256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1757609011995637256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1757609011995637256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/more-appointments-tessas-first-subway.html' title='More Appointments &amp; Tessa’s First Subway Ride'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-7203137466908442316</id><published>2007-10-27T20:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:05:06.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Visit to the Gym</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, September 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took Tessa to this gym that’s geared for children from 6 weeks to 13 years in age.  The class that I was interested in is for babies 6-14 months in age.  Unfortunately we were the only ones to show up for the class.  The manager spent the class time talking to me and showing Tessa all the different activities.  After the class time was over it was a free play session.  There some children arrived.  Tessa was still nervous being in such a large environment and was hesitant to try any of the gym equipment.  I did though meet another mom of twins who the daughter also has estropia though it’s much milder than Tessa’s.  This little girl is 3 years old.  We were able to share information which was really nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-7203137466908442316?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7203137466908442316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=7203137466908442316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/7203137466908442316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/7203137466908442316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-visit-to-gym.html' title='Our Visit to the Gym'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-8497520697151297977</id><published>2007-10-27T20:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:54:20.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa’s Checkup</title><content type='html'>Monday, September 24, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I brought Tessa to the adoption specialist for Tessa’s follow up appointment. She was very happy to see that Tessa had grown 1 inch and gained 2 pounds.   She said that Tessa was showing good overall improvement.  She then gave Tessa some shots and proceeded to clean the wax out of her ears. Poor Tessa screamed and thrashed around as the doctor worked on her.  Before we left I was given a referral for an ENT specialist for Tessa.  The adoption specialist just wants to make sure Tessa’s ears are okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-8497520697151297977?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8497520697151297977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=8497520697151297977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8497520697151297977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8497520697151297977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/tessas-checkup.html' title='Tessa’s Checkup'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-9178022968245751500</id><published>2007-10-27T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T04:16:38.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa’s Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Sunday, September 23, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPXTQcvrII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bkmavrC2iNY/s1600-h/Party+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPXTQcvrII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bkmavrC2iNY/s320/Party+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126177526710774914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPXTwcvrJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jAlYA8eMkcs/s1600-h/Party+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPXTwcvrJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jAlYA8eMkcs/s320/Party+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126177535300709522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPXUwcvrKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/EJMkTRhqJuY/s1600-h/Party+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPXUwcvrKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/EJMkTRhqJuY/s320/Party+9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126177552480578722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPXVgcvrLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2N9Ywr1slM0/s1600-h/Baby+Sleeping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPXVgcvrLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2N9Ywr1slM0/s320/Baby+Sleeping.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126177565365480626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Tessa’s first birthday party.  Everyone seemed to have a good time.  Tessa enjoyed herself and seemed comfortable allowing other people to hold her.  She only slept for about a half hour during the party. We learned that Tessa enjoys barchetta bread with tomatoes.  When we came home we were overwhelmed by the generosity of everyone.  Tessa received such lovely gifts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-9178022968245751500?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/9178022968245751500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=9178022968245751500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/9178022968245751500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/9178022968245751500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/tessas-birthday-party.html' title='Tessa’s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPXTQcvrII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bkmavrC2iNY/s72-c/Party+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-6974420867929450320</id><published>2007-10-27T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T04:11:15.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tessa</title><content type='html'>Thursday, September 13, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPQIAcvq1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/I8WGiQjeJNc/s1600-h/B%27day+Home+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPQIAcvq1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/I8WGiQjeJNc/s320/B%27day+Home+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126169636855851858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPQJgcvq3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/0IVbiWMkpFY/s1600-h/B%27day+Home+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPQJgcvq3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/0IVbiWMkpFY/s320/B%27day+Home+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126169662625655666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPQKgcvq4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V1xB1vQ5ktc/s1600-h/B%27day+Home+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPQKgcvq4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V1xB1vQ5ktc/s320/B%27day+Home+%234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126169679805524866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPQLwcvq5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/XaelaSd5d50/s1600-h/B%27day+Home+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPQLwcvq5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/XaelaSd5d50/s320/B%27day+Home+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126169701280361362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Tessa’s birthday.  Michael and I celebrated by ourselves with her.  Next week is Tessa’s birthday party. Tonight had a cupcake for her and opened presents.  When we put the cupcake in front of Tessa and started to sing happy birthday she immediately tried to stick her fingers in the flame from the candle.  Although she enjoyed eating the cupcake she was frustrated by the mess the icing had caused.  Tessa kept looking at her fingers that were covered with gobs of cake and frosting and didn’t know what to make of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Mia also saw Tessa briefly today.  Michael ran into Mia and she drove him home.  Unfortunately Tessa slept through out her visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-6974420867929450320?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6974420867929450320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=6974420867929450320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6974420867929450320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6974420867929450320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-tessa.html' title='Happy Birthday Tessa'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPQIAcvq1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/I8WGiQjeJNc/s72-c/B%27day+Home+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-8535339602685383867</id><published>2007-10-27T19:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:51:35.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Intervention Services &amp; First Day With Patch</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, September 12, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPO6Qcvq0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/DihMgPpCqQY/s1600-h/Car+Seat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPO6Qcvq0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/DihMgPpCqQY/s320/Car+Seat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126168301121022786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had to put Tesa’s eye patch on for the first time.  Tessa was so upset and cried for several minutes once the patch was on.  Throughout the day she tried to pull it off.  At one point she was successful and I had to put a new one on.  Putting the new patch on was even worse the second time because now Tessa knew what to expect.  She was so happy when we took it off after 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon the occupational therapist came and evaluated Tessa.  After completing her testing she told us Tessa qualified to receive occupational therapy.  Today was the final evaluation so hopefully within the new week or so we will be able to have the meeting where we go over the reports and agree to services.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-8535339602685383867?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8535339602685383867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=8535339602685383867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8535339602685383867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8535339602685383867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/early-intervention-services-first-day.html' title='Early Intervention Services &amp; First Day With Patch'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPO6Qcvq0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/DihMgPpCqQY/s72-c/Car+Seat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-814813505396783062</id><published>2007-10-27T19:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:49:41.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Eye Specialist</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, September 6, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Tessa’s with the eye specialist. The doctor diagnosed Tessa with strabismus.  The type of strabismus she has is called congenital esotropia.  It is caused by the brain's inability to coordinate the movement of the eyes, which are completely normal.  Tessa tends to constantly cross the same eye.  As a result in the eye that is turned she is developing a lazy eye. He said she will require eye muscle surgery but before he can do the surgery he wants us to patch the better eye to force the brain to use the eye with poorer vision.  Though this will not correct her eye crossing, it will equalize the vision which improves the prognosis for a successful outcome from surgery.  Tessa will have to wear a patch for 6-8 hours /day until our next appointment on 10/4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-814813505396783062?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/814813505396783062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=814813505396783062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/814813505396783062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/814813505396783062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/visit-to-eye-specialist.html' title='Visit to Eye Specialist'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-1886230869242539486</id><published>2007-10-27T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:48:18.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Home</title><content type='html'>Saturday, September 8, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPN-wcvqyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ReUVE0fRC4w/s1600-h/Standing+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPN-wcvqyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ReUVE0fRC4w/s320/Standing+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126167278918806306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPOBAcvqzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Qd5sFtM4BWc/s1600-h/Standing+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPOBAcvqzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Qd5sFtM4BWc/s320/Standing+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126167317573511986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe we have already been home for a month.  It just seems amazing to witness all the progress Tessa has made.  She seems like such a different child from the baby we took home from China.  We couldn’t be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-1886230869242539486?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1886230869242539486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=1886230869242539486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1886230869242539486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1886230869242539486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-month-home.html' title='One Month Home'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPN-wcvqyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ReUVE0fRC4w/s72-c/Standing+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-5178353387217223792</id><published>2007-10-27T19:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:45:18.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Intervention Services</title><content type='html'>Thursday, September 6, 2007&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon the speech therapist came and evaluated Tessa.  She saw some of the oral motor concerns we had but did not feel they were serious.  She felt that Tessa’s diagnosis of hypotonia could be the cause of it.  She also gave us some suggestions of things we could do to encourage Tessa to speak.  Unfortunately she was unable to tell us whether Tessa qualified for speech therapy.  If I had to guess I think she will qualify.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-5178353387217223792?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5178353387217223792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=5178353387217223792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5178353387217223792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5178353387217223792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/early-intervention-services_6844.html' title='Early Intervention Services'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-481356743853295992</id><published>2007-10-27T19:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:44:56.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you hear what I hear?</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, September 5, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Tessa’s audiological evaluation.  Her hearing is fine in both ears.  There was some discrepancy over why she was having difficulty hearing low tones in her left ear. The audiologist looked in Tessa’s ear and saw redness and possible liquid behind the eardrum.  She recommended that antibiotics or an antihistamine be prescribed by the pediatrician and once the liquid was removed Tessa should be able to hear all ranges in that ear.  We then contacted the adoption specialist who asked us to bring Tessa in.  She did not see any type of infection and instead saw wax build up which could be preventing the eardrum from vibrating.  In any event she said she would recheck Tessa’s ear at her next appt and if necessary give us a referral for an ENT specialist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-481356743853295992?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/481356743853295992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=481356743853295992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/481356743853295992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/481356743853295992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-you-hear-what-i-hear.html' title='Do you hear what I hear?'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-5147041515663726608</id><published>2007-10-27T19:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:44:33.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sleepless Night</title><content type='html'>Sunday, September 3, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it seems gone for now are the sleep full nights.  For the past several days Tessa has been waking up several times during the night crying. Initially we chalked it up to teething but now I wonder.  Almost every time she wakes she has to be taken out of the crib otherwise she screams hysterically.  The good thing is that she typically will fall asleep within several minutes in my arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-5147041515663726608?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5147041515663726608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=5147041515663726608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5147041515663726608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5147041515663726608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-sleepless-night.html' title='Another Sleepless Night'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-2920343513696310114</id><published>2007-10-27T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:44:10.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Visitor For Tessa</title><content type='html'>Saturday, September 2, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Barbara and George our old landlords came to visit Tessa. She seemed to enjoy the company. Tessa still tends to favor mommy and daddy and will cry when someone other than us tries to hold her. Unfortunately while they were over Tessa decided to take her afternoon nap so they didn't get to spend too much time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening while I was playing with Tessa she decided that she wanted to stand up. For the past week her legs have been not as rubbery whenever we practice standing with her. Tonight though for the first time she tried herself to get into a standing position. She needed help balancing but she really enjoyed having her feet firmly planted on the floor and seeing her room from that height.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-2920343513696310114?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2920343513696310114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=2920343513696310114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2920343513696310114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2920343513696310114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-visitor-for-tessa.html' title='Another Visitor For Tessa'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-2957930943818583876</id><published>2007-10-27T19:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:43:23.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa Being Tessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPMuwcvqwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nRB-r6mHRGY/s1600-h/Stroller+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPMuwcvqwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nRB-r6mHRGY/s320/Stroller+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126165904529271554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPMyAcvqxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uB5Yw_4LAzw/s1600-h/Stroller+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPMyAcvqxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uB5Yw_4LAzw/s320/Stroller+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126165960363846418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-2957930943818583876?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2957930943818583876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=2957930943818583876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2957930943818583876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2957930943818583876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/tessa-being-tessa.html' title='Tessa Being Tessa'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPMuwcvqwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nRB-r6mHRGY/s72-c/Stroller+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-7443113741637350747</id><published>2007-10-27T19:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:40:44.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Intervention Services</title><content type='html'>Thursday, August 30, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the physical therapist came and evaluated Tessa.  She commented on what a happy baby Tessa is.  After the evaluation I was told Tessa will qualify to receive physical therapy.  Before leaving the therapist gave me several exercises we can do with Tessa to strengthen her head control and teach her falling techniques.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-7443113741637350747?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7443113741637350747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=7443113741637350747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/7443113741637350747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/7443113741637350747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/early-intervention-services_3063.html' title='Early Intervention Services'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-6547625227743122958</id><published>2007-10-27T19:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:39:52.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Intervention Services</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, August 29, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the educational evaluator came to the house and did his evaluation.  He felt that cognitively Tessa is in the normal range.  He was pleased to see and hear all the progress Tessa has made over the past few weeks.  Because Tessa has a diagnosis of “failure to thrive” he will be recommending cognitive therapy though he feels she will be dismissed quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-6547625227743122958?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6547625227743122958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=6547625227743122958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6547625227743122958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6547625227743122958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/early-intervention-services_27.html' title='Early Intervention Services'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-5885562323337542673</id><published>2007-10-27T19:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:38:53.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Visitor &amp; First Swing Ride</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, August 28, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Diane from work came to visit Tessa.  Diane brought her 3 year old son Luke with her.  Together we all went to the boardwalk.  Tessa was very happy to have another child around.  As we walked to the boardwalk Tessa sat up in her stroller staring at Luke the entire way.  At Diane’s encouragement Tessa had her first ride on a kiddies swing.  She was scared at first but she did manage to hold on with one hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-5885562323337542673?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5885562323337542673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=5885562323337542673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5885562323337542673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/5885562323337542673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-visitor-first-swing-ride.html' title='Another Visitor &amp; First Swing Ride'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-6749045722068795995</id><published>2007-10-27T19:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:23:05.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Mom I Can Sit</title><content type='html'>Monday, August 27, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon as I put Tessa in her crib as usual I leaned her against the back bumper for support so she could sit up.  Well much to my surprise Tessa was able to sit up all by herself.  I was so excited.  I stopped timing her after 5 minutes.  For the rest of the evening Tessa seemed quite content sitting.  The only thing is she doesn’t know how to brace herself from falling so there were several incidents tonight where she fell straight back onto the carpet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-6749045722068795995?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6749045722068795995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=6749045722068795995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6749045722068795995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6749045722068795995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/look-mom-i-can-sit.html' title='Look Mom I Can Sit'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-3208705208196363018</id><published>2007-10-27T19:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:22:37.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Intervention Services</title><content type='html'>This morning Tessa’s service coordinator came for a visit which Tessa slept through.  The service coordinator did a developmental evaluation and explained the whole early intervention process as well as the different services that could be provided.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-3208705208196363018?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3208705208196363018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=3208705208196363018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3208705208196363018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3208705208196363018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/early-intervention-services.html' title='Early Intervention Services'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-2253551966704367317</id><published>2007-10-27T19:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:36:35.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>G.I. Joe Crawler</title><content type='html'>Sunday, August 26, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon  for the first time Tessa was able to crawl on the carpet using both legs.  I know it’s only a matter of time before she will be crawling throughout the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-2253551966704367317?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2253551966704367317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=2253551966704367317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2253551966704367317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2253551966704367317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/were-having-party.html' title='G.I. Joe Crawler'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-1322174915602063727</id><published>2007-10-27T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:29:26.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We’re Having A Party</title><content type='html'>Sunday, August 26, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we booked Tessa’s birthday party at Bella Mama’s Restaurant.  It will be in the afternoon on Sunday, September 23rd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-1322174915602063727?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1322174915602063727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=1322174915602063727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1322174915602063727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1322174915602063727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/gi-joe-crawler.html' title='We’re Having A Party'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-6414009954161826768</id><published>2007-10-27T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:15:21.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending Time With Her Godmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPGcgcvquI/AAAAAAAAAFE/y5lZ9iho22M/s1600-h/Chris+and+Tessa+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPGcgcvquI/AAAAAAAAAFE/y5lZ9iho22M/s320/Chris+and+Tessa+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126158993926892258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPGdAcvqvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SBmyoyzjpNA/s1600-h/Chris+and+Tessa+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPGdAcvqvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SBmyoyzjpNA/s320/Chris+and+Tessa+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126159002516826866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party we came home with Christine.  As you can see from the pictures Tessa was spent from the whole day’s activities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-6414009954161826768?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6414009954161826768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=6414009954161826768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6414009954161826768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6414009954161826768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/spending-time-with-her-godmother.html' title='Spending Time With Her Godmother'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPGcgcvquI/AAAAAAAAAFE/y5lZ9iho22M/s72-c/Chris+and+Tessa+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-8746056723622899241</id><published>2007-10-27T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T04:30:50.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To The Family</title><content type='html'>Sunday, August 19, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPEqAcvqsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fOZTldu34Ew/s1600-h/Family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126157026831870658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPEqAcvqsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fOZTldu34Ew/s320/Family.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPEUAcvqqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nzZOImvbG14/s1600-h/Michael+and+Tessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126156648874748578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPEUAcvqqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nzZOImvbG14/s320/Michael+and+Tessa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPEYAcvqrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FEvEj1Gvo5I/s1600-h/Family+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126156717594225330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPEYAcvqrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FEvEj1Gvo5I/s320/Family+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Tessa’s party where she got to meet Michael’s side of the family. Christine also was there. Although Tessa is used to being in a restaurant and around a lot of people she initially was nervous by everyone coming up close or wanting to hold her. Overall Tessa seemed to enjoy herself. She sat in her first highchair and shared some of our Chinese food. Tessa received beautiful presents. We were overwhelmed by everyone’s generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPEIAcvqpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Fls9dKdp45M/s1600-h/Family.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3416083817197777783-8746056723622899241?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8746056723622899241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=8746056723622899241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8746056723622899241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8746056723622899241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-to-family.html' title='Welcome To The Family'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyPEqAcvqsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fOZTldu34Ew/s72-c/Family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-2968348495467488845</id><published>2007-10-26T19:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T04:23:27.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa's First Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyJ5GgcvqkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mXNfPiMSh0A/s1600-h/1tessa8172007MA18849073-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125792478597720642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyJ5GgcvqkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mXNfPiMSh0A/s320/1tessa8172007MA18849073-0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Tessa eating one of the famous "Magic Cookies" and if you look closely you see the dog biscuits they brought us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, August 17, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Scott and his mom, Shirley came to see Tessa. They were both surprised at how big she is. They brought Tessa several presents and made sure not to forget Kelsey. If you look in the picture in the background is the box of dog biscuits they brought for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-2968348495467488845?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2968348495467488845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=2968348495467488845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2968348495467488845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2968348495467488845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/tessas-first-visitors.html' title='Tessa&apos;s First Visitors'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RyJ5GgcvqkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mXNfPiMSh0A/s72-c/1tessa8172007MA18849073-0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-647536132190578602</id><published>2007-10-26T19:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T19:26:51.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m 11 Months Old – What A Day</title><content type='html'>Monday, August 13, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Tessa’s examination with the adoption specialist.  We took car service there.  The ride was very bumpy and Tessa was not comfortable in the car.  At one point Tessa spit up her morning bottle all over me.  Tessa was perfectly clean but it was no fun for me as I was going to smell for the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Manhattan an hour early so I decided to do some shopping in Duane Reed.  After leaving the store we were about a block away when I noticed Tessa was waving something in her hands.  I looked inside the stroller and Tessa was proudly displaying a bag of 300 cotton pads she had apparently taken off a shelf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adoption specialist did a complete examination.  She agreed with the American Consulate’s concerns.  She diagnosed Tessa with active rickets, strabismus in both eyes and based on her overall assessment as a failure to thrive baby.  Tessa had to get several vials of blood drawn.  This was an extremely difficult procedure.  The adoption specialist said that Tessa has thin, fragile veins therefore she needed to draw blood from different locations.  At one point she had to take blood from Tessa’s neck.  I had a hard time pining Tessa down each time.  Tessa cried throughout the procedure with screams I had never heard before.  Before leaving the adoption specialist gave me several referrals for different services that Tessa needs and scheduled a follow up appointment for September 24th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we left I had to find a cab that would take us home.  I must have looked like quite a sight.  In one arm I was holding the baby and in the other I had the stroller and was balancing the bags of stuff I had bought earlier.  Unfortunately no one wanted to drive us to Staten Island.  Four cabs turned us down before one cab driver took pity on us.  Tessa slept for almost the entire cab ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-647536132190578602?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/647536132190578602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=647536132190578602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/647536132190578602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/647536132190578602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-11-months-old-what-day.html' title='I’m 11 Months Old – What A Day'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-1554532852503920538</id><published>2007-09-03T08:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:33:26.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa's First Photos In Her New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/Rtv_EtWoq2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZvpTkQT1GZw/s1600-h/Tessa+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105955058913684322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/Rtv_EtWoq2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZvpTkQT1GZw/s320/Tessa+%232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/Rtv_AtWoq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/A4mo-oRPUf0/s1600-h/Tessa+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105954990194207570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/Rtv_AtWoq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/A4mo-oRPUf0/s320/Tessa+%234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/Rtv-0NWoq0I/AAAAAAAAACk/KozYOtHL6ho/s1600-h/Tessa+%236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105954775445842754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/Rtv-0NWoq0I/AAAAAAAAACk/KozYOtHL6ho/s320/Tessa+%236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3416083817197777783-1554532852503920538?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1554532852503920538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=1554532852503920538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1554532852503920538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1554532852503920538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/tessas-first-photos-in-her-new-home_03.html' title='Tessa&apos;s First Photos In Her New Home'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/Rtv_EtWoq2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZvpTkQT1GZw/s72-c/Tessa+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-4643877028172002945</id><published>2007-09-03T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:31:14.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa's First Few Days Home</title><content type='html'>Friday, August 10th - Sunday, August 12th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa seems to becoming more comfortable with her new home with each passing day. She and Kelsey are also getting along better. As for her eating I have only been able to increase her food by a small amount otherwise she will spit up. During the day Tessa takes two naps. Unfortunately she is still on China time and is nowhere near close to sleeping through the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-4643877028172002945?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/4643877028172002945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=4643877028172002945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/4643877028172002945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/4643877028172002945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/tessas-first-few-days-home_03.html' title='Tessa&apos;s First Few Days Home'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-6354844996058761043</id><published>2007-09-03T08:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:29:29.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home Kelsey</title><content type='html'>Thursday, August 9, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late this afternoon my mom and Al brought Kelsey home. They had been watching her while we were in China. Kelsey seemed confused when she first saw us and then Tessa. I don't think she was happy to meet our new addition. Initially Tessa was frightened by Kelsey and she cried. This may have been the first time Tessa has ever seen a dog. After a while Tessa seemed to calm down and Kelsey tried to ignore her.My mom and Al were so happy to meet Tessa. Tessa was very shy and buried her head in my chest whenever I brought her near. Both of them were scared to attempt to hold her. They were afraid they would upset Tessa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-6354844996058761043?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6354844996058761043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=6354844996058761043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6354844996058761043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6354844996058761043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-home-kelsey_03.html' title='Welcome Home Kelsey'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-2447301327072578886</id><published>2007-09-03T08:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:28:47.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Home</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, August 8, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-2447301327072578886?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2447301327072578886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=2447301327072578886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2447301327072578886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2447301327072578886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/were-home.html' title='We&apos;re Home'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-3473438439261533936</id><published>2007-09-03T08:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:28:03.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flight Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-3473438439261533936?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3473438439261533936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=3473438439261533936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3473438439261533936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3473438439261533936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/flight-home.html' title='The Flight Home'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-8879770518237968333</id><published>2007-09-03T08:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:27:45.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Beijing</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, August 7, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-8879770518237968333?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8879770518237968333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=8879770518237968333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8879770518237968333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8879770518237968333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-in-beijing.html' title='Back In Beijing'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-4358308782821039985</id><published>2007-09-03T08:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:30:19.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return To Where It All Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-4358308782821039985?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/4358308782821039985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=4358308782821039985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/4358308782821039985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/4358308782821039985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/flight-back.html' title='The Return To Where It All Started'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-1823396085073995895</id><published>2007-09-03T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T02:02:45.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The American Consulate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R0KGa4HaIdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/eUngrKW5_X0/s1600-h/Tessa+Medical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134814321453965778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R0KGa4HaIdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/eUngrKW5_X0/s320/Tessa+Medical.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3416083817197777783-1823396085073995895?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1823396085073995895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=1823396085073995895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1823396085073995895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1823396085073995895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/american-consulate.html' title='The American Consulate'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R0KGa4HaIdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/eUngrKW5_X0/s72-c/Tessa+Medical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-8873571777871834669</id><published>2007-09-03T07:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:46:39.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Buddhist Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RtwB99Woq7I/AAAAAAAAADc/BHyjc-52QJo/s1600-h/Temple%2BPagoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105958241484450738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RtwB99Woq7I/AAAAAAAAADc/BHyjc-52QJo/s320/Temple%2BPagoda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RtwBs9Woq5I/AAAAAAAAADM/7ZGzD5PnxUw/s1600-h/Temple%2BEntrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105957949426674578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RtwBs9Woq5I/AAAAAAAAADM/7ZGzD5PnxUw/s320/Temple%2BEntrance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RtwBntWoq4I/AAAAAAAAADE/urJ3TMU4nMo/s1600-h/Monk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105957859232361346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RtwBntWoq4I/AAAAAAAAADE/urJ3TMU4nMo/s320/Monk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RtwBi9Woq3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/gLv8awIMueI/s1600-h/Three%2BBuddhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105957777627982706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RtwBi9Woq3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/gLv8awIMueI/s320/Three%2BBuddhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, August 6, 2007&lt;/div&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/3416083817197777783-8873571777871834669?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8873571777871834669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=8873571777871834669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8873571777871834669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8873571777871834669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/august-6.html' title='A Buddhist Blessing'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RtwB99Woq7I/AAAAAAAAADc/BHyjc-52QJo/s72-c/Temple%2BPagoda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-744007576120335513</id><published>2007-09-03T07:04:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:37:44.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Free Day</title><content type='html'>Sunday, August 5, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-744007576120335513?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/744007576120335513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=744007576120335513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/744007576120335513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/744007576120335513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/august-5.html' title='A Free Day'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-4698530650045550442</id><published>2007-09-03T07:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:37:07.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos and A Medical Exam</title><content type='html'>Saturday, August 4, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-4698530650045550442?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/4698530650045550442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=4698530650045550442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/4698530650045550442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/4698530650045550442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/august-4.html' title='Photos and A Medical Exam'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-7614087696515691088</id><published>2007-09-03T07:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:36:03.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Off To Guangzhou</title><content type='html'>Friday, August 3, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-7614087696515691088?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7614087696515691088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=7614087696515691088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/7614087696515691088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/7614087696515691088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/august-3.html' title='Off To Guangzhou'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-6429587595355381872</id><published>2007-09-03T07:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:49:03.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunan Embroidery Research Institute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RtwQy9Woq9I/AAAAAAAAADs/3odgkdrJflg/s1600-h/Embriodery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105974545180306386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RtwQy9Woq9I/AAAAAAAAADs/3odgkdrJflg/s320/Embriodery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday, August 2, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-6429587595355381872?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6429587595355381872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=6429587595355381872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6429587595355381872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6429587595355381872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/august-2.html' title='Hunan Embroidery Research Institute'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/RtwQy9Woq9I/AAAAAAAAADs/3odgkdrJflg/s72-c/Embriodery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-2920683387435325406</id><published>2007-09-03T07:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:01:12.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunan Provincial Museum</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, August 1, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-2920683387435325406?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2920683387435325406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=2920683387435325406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2920683387435325406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/2920683387435325406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/august-1.html' title='Hunan Provincial Museum'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-8235453249863224190</id><published>2007-09-03T07:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:00:34.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Officially A Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/Rtv3JNWoqzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mVAl6hn0YK4/s1600-h/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105946340130073394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/Rtv3JNWoqzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mVAl6hn0YK4/s320/Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, July 31, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3416083817197777783-8235453249863224190?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8235453249863224190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=8235453249863224190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8235453249863224190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8235453249863224190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/july-31-2007.html' title='We Are Officially A Family'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/Rtv3JNWoqzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mVAl6hn0YK4/s72-c/Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-3500136465584184439</id><published>2007-09-03T07:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T07:57:03.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today We Meet Tessa</title><content type='html'>Monday, July 30, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert first photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunan Provincial Children’s Adoption Center.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-3500136465584184439?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3500136465584184439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=3500136465584184439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3500136465584184439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3500136465584184439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/july-30-2007.html' title='Today We Meet Tessa'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-6813281622827944100</id><published>2007-09-03T07:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T07:55:32.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Off To Changsha</title><content type='html'>Sunday, July 29, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-6813281622827944100?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6813281622827944100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=6813281622827944100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6813281622827944100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6813281622827944100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/july-29-2007.html' title='We Are Off To Changsha'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-4512757852891360633</id><published>2007-09-03T07:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T02:04:38.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Wall, Ming Tombs, Chinese Acrobatic Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R0KG8oHaIeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/L1Xr2b6Qp6U/s1600-h/Great%2BWall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134814901274550754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R0KG8oHaIeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/L1Xr2b6Qp6U/s320/Great%2BWall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, July 28, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-4512757852891360633?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/4512757852891360633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=4512757852891360633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/4512757852891360633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/4512757852891360633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/july-28-2007.html' title='Great Wall, Ming Tombs, Chinese Acrobatic Show'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_peQ4JfEIvRg/R0KG8oHaIeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/L1Xr2b6Qp6U/s72-c/Great%2BWall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-3153769625412985959</id><published>2007-09-03T07:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:48:22.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple of Heaven, Hutong Tour, and Chinese Kongfu Show</title><content type='html'>Friday, July 27, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-3153769625412985959?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3153769625412985959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=3153769625412985959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3153769625412985959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/3153769625412985959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/july-27-2007.html' title='Temple of Heaven, Hutong Tour, and Chinese Kongfu Show'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-1245912877426899299</id><published>2007-09-03T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T19:23:29.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden City, Tian’an Men Sqaure and the Zoo</title><content type='html'>Thursday, July 26, 2007 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning did not start off well. We had ordered room service for breakfast the night before and I wrote on the card room #510 instead of 501.  When we finally straightened it out the food we received was awful.  Michael could only eat some of his eggs, none of the sausage, and spit out the croissant.  I was able to eat my croissant but my Rice Krispies were stale and they gave me evaporated milk.  I also got a yogurt drink which tasted good but because it was warm I was afraid to drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we started the day with our guide, Jonathan I asked if he could take us somewhere to buy a camera.  He took us to a mini mall where all I was able to buy was a reusable cheap 35mm camera.  Afterwards Jonathan took us to Tiananmen Square.  It was nice but so hot and sticky.  We received a lot of stares as the 3 of us walked around.  We think it’s because people thought we had money and had hired a private guide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the Forbidden City.  The place was huge.  Michael saw some jade pieces but didn’t feel like he had enough time to really look and make a decision.  While we were there I took a rock from the street to save for Tessa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Forbidden City we went to lunch.  I was unable to eat the food other than white rice.  Michael though enjoyed the buffet.  We then went to the zoo to see the pandas.  They were all sleeping. I wish we would have been able to see the rest of the zoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to a pearl factory.  As we arrived we were given a lesson in how pearls were made. I was given 2 pearls form inside the oyster Michael chose which I will keep to make a ring for Tessa.  While we were there we found a ring for me and a pearl necklace for grandma&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we were brought back to the hotel and left on our own for supper.  We decided to go back to the mall from the morning because they had a Kentucky Fried Chicken there.  What an ordeal that was.  No one spoke English so we had to point at pictures to order. It took quite some time for them to understand “No ice.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking back to the hotel we noticed that the cars do not seem to follow traffic rules and cyclists ride without helmets.  Also when crossing the street pedestrians ignore traffic lights and just start crossing.  They will stand in the middle of the street waiting for a break in traffic to continue crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned to the hotel Becky and Dean had arrived.  We only spoke briefly to them as they were tired.  They both seemed very nice.  It should be fun tomorrow having another couple to go out with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-1245912877426899299?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1245912877426899299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=1245912877426899299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1245912877426899299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/1245912877426899299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/09/july-26-2007.html' title='Forbidden City, Tian’an Men Sqaure and the Zoo'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-6046546240162817128</id><published>2007-07-29T19:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T16:08:42.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Here</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, July 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so glad to be off the plane but sadly our guide was nowhere to be found. It was quite an ordeal for Michael to obtain a calling card to try and reach him since our cell phones wouldn’t work in China. No one in the airport at least where we were spoke English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our guide (Jonathan) finally arrived he was very nice. Jonathan told us his Chinese name but explained he chose the name Jonathan to make it easier on the tourists. Jonathan drove us to our hotel (Howard Johnsons Royale Plaza) which was very nice on the outside and in the lobby. Once we got upstairs to the floor our room was on it was a different story. There was this unpleasant smell throughout the hallway. We had smelt something similar at the airport. Inside our room the carpet was soiled and even with the a/c on full blast it was so warm. Now for me to say I was warm it had to hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to eat some dinner in the hotel restaurant. They had a full buffet and both of us had a hard time finding anything edible. Michael said we should tell people if they want to lose weight to come to China and go on the Beijing diet!   After dinner we went back to our room. Michael could not adjust to it all and he became ill. First he had a headache and then he started vomiting. Hopefully after a good night’s rest we will both feel better in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-6046546240162817128?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6046546240162817128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=6046546240162817128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6046546240162817128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/6046546240162817128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/07/july-25.html' title='We&apos;re Here'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-4130736304555923202</id><published>2007-07-29T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T14:59:50.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Off To China</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, July 24, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this afternoon a cab picked us up to bring us to JFK for our flight to China.  When we arrived at the airport it was so nice being in business class.  We got to sit in a special lounge designated for business class travelers.  Everything was free.  I stocked up on some candy before we left for the plane ride.  Michael on the other hand did not take advantage of the amenities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once on the plane the first thing we noticed was how spacious it was and how extremely attentive the flight attendants were.  Unfortunately the food was not that good.  Little did we realize that this was a prelude for how the food would taste for most of our stay in China.  To top things off I became sick towards the end of the flight.  I guess it was motion sickness.  Much to my horror I had to use the sick bag on more than one occasion.  I think we were both happy after 13.5 hours to finally land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-4130736304555923202?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/4130736304555923202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=4130736304555923202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/4130736304555923202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/4130736304555923202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/07/july-24.html' title='We Are Off To China'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416083817197777783.post-8316124124792177161</id><published>2007-07-22T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T07:54:07.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ocean Front View</title><content type='html'>Tonight Michael and I had our last dinner out as a twosome.  We went to the South Fin Grill and afterwards took a walk along the boardwalk.  It was very nice.  Good food and beautiful weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416083817197777783-8316124124792177161?l=tessaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8316124124792177161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416083817197777783&amp;postID=8316124124792177161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8316124124792177161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416083817197777783/posts/default/8316124124792177161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaru.blogspot.com/2007/07/ocean-front-view.html' title='An Ocean Front View'/><author><name>Donna, Michael, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710969245507600544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4983/417002419091525/240/z/680974/gse_multipart48097.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
