<?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-1520219098999572649</id><updated>2011-11-10T23:27:39.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Familia, Ya'll</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meg Guerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997312651623138039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520219098999572649.post-1515025405961755022</id><published>2011-02-09T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T12:27:53.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK! Seriously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/TVL3a4xLGoI/AAAAAAAAAH0/O2HdelMR7T0/s1600/IMG_3890.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/TVL2cqWxqVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VfU1o5hpO3I/s1600/Emme%2Band%2BMommyv.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571786661277313362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/TVL2cqWxqVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VfU1o5hpO3I/s320/Emme%2Band%2BMommyv.2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, okay. So I am not the best blogger in the world. My last post was in June 2009. Oops! My how the time flies. Since I last posted Emme was only four months old. She has changed a bit since then, and we have loved every minute of it. A quick sum up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emme sat up by herself at 5 month;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crawled at six months (quickly);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loved learning to eat baby food, with a very quick transition to "real people" food. That girl can eat. She loves pretty much everything we give her, and has recently developed a fondness for M&amp;amp;Ms. Can you blame her? I digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emme was standing and cruising at 10 months and was walking by her first birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her first word was "dada", followed quickly by "mama" and "sopie" (her schnauzer). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since her first brithday it seems she learns something new everyday, and now we are creeping up on her 2nd birthday. Unbelievable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She entertains us with her "I Luuuuuuuuuv You" and silly reflections in her voice when we ask her to say something. Today I told her it was snowing and took her to the window to take a look. She quickly stated "Bubbles"! I said "no, Emme, that is snow". She did not agree with me and again "BUBBLES!" Okay, bubbles they are. We have so much fun with her and watching her master her world around her. Emme counts to ten, and it is much easier to get her to count when I am handing her candy. She also loves her classmates, especially her good friend, Henry. Henry's mom told me today that yesterday she asked Henry what the best part of his day was, and he responded "EMME!". I love it. Good buddies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was reading my last post about Little Mac, I mentioned that I hope Emme loves horses one day. That day has come. She loves "horseies" and we have had the opportunity to introduce her to more horses recently. The Fort Worth Stock Show Parade and Stock Show were so much fun this year. Ruben is a member of the Stock Show Syndicate, which is a group of businessmen who raise money for the Livestock Sale. The Syndicate rides in the parade and the women and children ride in a wagon down the streets of Fort Worth. Emme loved every minute of it! I was a little jealous not the be on a horse, but I'll ride in the wagon for Emme. She also got to ride with me on Smoke (a good friend's awesome palomino), and now when she sees a palomino horse, she calls them all Smoke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is my goal to be better about blogging. Obviously life happens and it seems like there is not an extra minute to do one more thing, but I am going to give it another go. 2010 was a transition year. I changed jobs 3 times, after having worked for the same firm for almost 3 years. Ruben is busier with work, and Emme keeps up hopping, but things have settled down and we are as happy as can be.  Until next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1520219098999572649-1515025405961755022?l=lafamiliayall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/feeds/1515025405961755022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-back-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/1515025405961755022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/1515025405961755022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-back-seriously.html' title='I&apos;M BACK! Seriously.'/><author><name>Meg Guerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997312651623138039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/TVL2cqWxqVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VfU1o5hpO3I/s72-c/Emme%2Band%2BMommyv.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520219098999572649.post-4959927750663791943</id><published>2009-07-07T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:09:14.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Noble Friend, Mac</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SlO6fbbwcZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/98mmJbK65mg/s1600-h/Pretty+Mac.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SlO6fbbwcZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/98mmJbK65mg/s1600-h/Pretty+Mac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355829430976541074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SlO6fbbwcZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/98mmJbK65mg/s320/Pretty+Mac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peachy Lil' Mac. He has been my horse for about 20 years. Today, Ruben and Matt Knight took Mac down to College &lt;img class="gl_spell" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;Station so he can be a member of the Fightin' Texas Aggie Parson's Mounted Cavalry. We finally made the very difficult decision to donate Mac to the Cav, and believe it will be a great place for him for the next 5 years or so. It took me a while to come to grips with the fact that with the arrival of our precious daughter, the chances of me riding him much in the next few years is pretty slim. He has been on vacation for quite a while, and it really isn't fair to him to not have the attention he deserves. Mac is a great horse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to Weatherford to say "good bye" to him last night,  and I am so glad I did. I am not sure most people would understand what I am talking about when I say that horses are good for your soul. I am a horse person. Always have been and always will be. Horses are strong, sensitive creatures, and I beleive are capable of a deeper  understanding of people (at least more so than most would give them credit). Mac knew something was up, or that something was changing. He was especially sweet and stayed close to me as I brushed him out and untagled his wild, red mane. I didn't have my saddle or bridle with me, so I went back to my early horseback riding days and created reins with his lead rope and hopped on bareback. I had a feeling he would behave for me this evening. We took  a stroll around the pasture like old times. His ears pricked forward and he strided out with his long thick legs. He was never the smoothest of rides, but I never minded. The sun was setting and the only sound was the chirping of birds and the rythmic thump to his hooves hitting the dirt. This is were I love to be. I wondered to myself if Emme was going to have that passion for horses that I was born with? I hope so. I would love to share with her these great creatures when she is old enough. I also thanked God for giving me parents who supported my passion for horses all those years growing up. My best childhood memories are those where I am on a horse, out riding by myself, probably riding too fast but loving every minute of it.  It was a beautiful, poignant moment with Mac. I finished up my ride, and led him to the pasture to meet his bud, Chauncy. I gave him a big hug, he nibbled my boots like he has been doing since he was a baby, and told him that he was headed off to college again. When the Cav retires Mac, they plan on giving him back to us, so I didn't say "good bye", I just said "see you soon, good friend". He stood at the gate as I drove off, so thankful for my life and my time with Mac. That is what I mean about horses being good for you soul... Until then, Mac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520219098999572649-4959927750663791943?l=lafamiliayall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/feeds/4959927750663791943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-noble-friend-mac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/4959927750663791943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/4959927750663791943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-noble-friend-mac.html' title='My Noble Friend, Mac'/><author><name>Meg Guerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997312651623138039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SlO6fbbwcZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/98mmJbK65mg/s72-c/Pretty+Mac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520219098999572649.post-8505344084302478042</id><published>2009-07-01T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:38:55.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months and Fabulous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sku6SkK_QSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xoj0EtO0JEk/s1600-h/4+months+old!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353577410170143010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sku6SkK_QSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xoj0EtO0JEk/s320/4+months+old!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emme&lt;/span&gt; had her 4 month appointment yesterday with Dr. Audrey. She weighed in at 12lbs 13oz. (25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile) and was 25in long (90&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile). Long and lean! Em checked out perfectly and was a brave girl with her shots. The doctor quizzed us on all of the "milestones" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Emme&lt;/span&gt; passed them with flying colors. How truly grateful we are to have a happy, healthy little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We received VERY exciting news on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pigg&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Akins&lt;/span&gt; front. Molly and Lee announced to us that they are expecting a baby girl in December! YES, another girl for the family. Nan puts it best when she says that we "specialize in little girls". We don't need no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' boys. Actually, Ruben really would love a little mini-Rube. Only time will tell. I was secretly hoping that Molly would have a girl, because I just know that she and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Emme&lt;/span&gt; are going to be the best of friends. We have so many wonderful experiences ahead of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend is the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July. We plan on going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Granbury&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate with the Dorsey's and Faye and Tracy. Not to get overly political, but I wish the current administration would step back from their agenda for a moment and remember the history behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; Day, and what that exactly means for our country. America and its founding fathers had finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;untethered&lt;/span&gt; from the dictatorial rule of England. We became a free country. Free! Why does it seem that everyday our freedoms are getting taken away and replaced by government rule? We don't want to go back to the time prior to July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 1776. We want our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; that was established "for the people and by the people". We do not want our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; to RUN the people. Times are changing, and it scares me for our daughter and all of the future generations. I am praying that the conservative movement, the one that does not pander and bow down to the PC crowd and the "One", will gain strength and reunite to save and protect the America we once knew. Our government should provide life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; should not run banks, auto companies, and insurance companies, nor should it tell us what we can earn, who our doctor should be and whether or not we deserve treatment. Wake up, America! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sku6awgas1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/3vFLaW9waAE/s1600-h/Tuckered+Out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353577550920201042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sku6awgas1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/3vFLaW9waAE/s320/Tuckered+Out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(But don't wake the sleeping baby, she is resting)&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/1520219098999572649-8505344084302478042?l=lafamiliayall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/feeds/8505344084302478042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-months-and-fabulous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/8505344084302478042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/8505344084302478042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-months-and-fabulous.html' title='4 Months and Fabulous'/><author><name>Meg Guerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997312651623138039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sku6SkK_QSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xoj0EtO0JEk/s72-c/4+months+old!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520219098999572649.post-299302671219377090</id><published>2009-06-22T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:05:28.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun (and a poo story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sj-3EDhe1BI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PvjMi4mPvlw/s1600-h/Sandals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350196162632537106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sj-3EDhe1BI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PvjMi4mPvlw/s320/Sandals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Down by the meadow in da itty bitty pool....That is the children's song playing over in my head like a broken record. I use to listen and dance to hip hop. But, Emme LOVES it when we sing her silly songs, so I will continue to do so.  She is now a whopping 4 months old, and I cannot believe how the time is flying. I keep saying that in my blogs, but it is so true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture to the left was taken about 20 minutes before what will now be known as the "Target Incident". I never really thought I would blog about baby poo, but the Target Incident is worthy of a mention. Luckily, my mom was in town all week for a Nan-cation (get it? a vacation for Nan)... So clever. Anyway, we were on our daily Target run when low and behold, someone needed a diaper change. I am not a big fan of changing diapers in public bathrooms. I know this is something I need to get over, but they ran one of those dang 20/20s on how dirty public bathrooms are and I have been scarred. That and motel bedspreads. Seriously, just toss those on the ground when you arrive and then sanitize your hands. Back to the poo. Sometimes there are no alternatives to public restrooms, so in we went. I had no idea what we had gotten ourselves into. As soon as I took Emme out of the car seat I knew it was going to be bad. The smell alone could tell a story. To get the visual, picture me holding a yellow and green poo smeared naked child, from her toes all the way up her back, with one hand as my mom and I are furiously wiping and wiping and smearing and wiping to attempt to clean the poor girl. Emme was a trooper, a pooper trooper (I crack myself up) and tolerated the humiliating stance as we cleaned. Once we hosed her down and got her dressed my mom and I let out a big sign. I was actually sweating from the workout. What would I have done if my mom hadn't been around for this 2 person job? These kids... Luckily, this has been the only major blowout by Miss Em. I just jinxed myself didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer, thus far, has been a lot of fun. It is wonderful to have long evenings, and we are trying to take advantage of my reduced work schedule. Emme loves going to the pool, and we plan to do that all summer at Ridglea. Ruben is embarrassed we are members of a country club, so I won't mention it much, but it is great having access to a nice pool and tennis courts for the summer. Rube has convinced himself that if he starts playing tennis this summer he will be able to beat me on my birthday. Why my birthday, you ask? I honestly don't know, but that is his goal. I told him that I was hoping my 9 years of private instruction on top of 3 years of highly competitive 5A Varsity tennis would sustain me during this challenge, but we'll see. I am pretty confident, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350210058753709266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sj_Ds6m8lNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VaovyD4Fr0w/s320/Sun+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my little Strawberry Shortcake. I just want to eat her up! Her Tia T found this suit for her, and we love it. She is living up to her Pisces sign and seems to really enjoy the water. We learn more and more about her personality every day. She is a laid back, very happy baby 99.9% of the time. The other 1% of the time, such as when you take her bottle away to burp her, watch out! She tells us in no uncertain terms what she does and does not like, and she does NOT like to be interrupted when eating. Definitely her mother's daughter!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have a few vacations planned that are coming up soon. The first trip will be with the Pigg and Akins families to O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A, OKLAHOOOO-MA! Apparently Oklahoma is Oklacool, according to the commercials. Not exactly the No. 1 vacation spot in the nation, but it was centrally located for us and the Tennessians, so we have rented a very nice cabin at Broken Bow lake. There will be some hiking, biking, golfing, fishing, boating, eating, etc. It will be Emme's first true vacation, so we will have it well documented with photos.  The second vacation will be in Port Aransas with Ruben's parents and the Brightman's. This will be Emme's first trip to the beach, so I anticipate many Kodak moments to come. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check back soon, and I promise, no more poo stories. Unless it is a really good one, and then I will have to share. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520219098999572649-299302671219377090?l=lafamiliayall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/feeds/299302671219377090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-fun-and-poo-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/299302671219377090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/299302671219377090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-fun-and-poo-story.html' title='Summer Fun (and a poo story)'/><author><name>Meg Guerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997312651623138039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sj-3EDhe1BI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PvjMi4mPvlw/s72-c/Sandals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520219098999572649.post-1596809829299631143</id><published>2009-05-15T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:02:59.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Hello Again, Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sg1-OF6sjiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-0E_ra2wsEU/s1600-h/Bumbo,+Oh+no!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336059914075541026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sg1-OF6sjiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-0E_ra2wsEU/s320/Bumbo,+Oh+no!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am back! Whew, sorry I have been gone a few weeks, but caring for a newborn really takes it out of you! Actually, I think I may have the world's best baby. Oh no, it just happened. I became a bragging mother. I knew I was susceptible to this condition, but I had no idea it would happen so quickly. Oh well, EMME IS AMAZING! Ahhh, that feels good. The past 11 weeks have been the best weeks of my life, even with the lack of sleep, having to go back to work and general craziness that comes with parenthood. Emme is changing and growing everyday and it is truly wonderful to watch. She officially started sleeping through the night at 10 weeks old, which has made me a new women. It is fantasitc. Ruben and I finally dug deep and took our hardcore pediatricians advice on how to get our baby to sleep through the night, and what do you know, it worked! (Isn't she beautiful?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sg2BW7nXs4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FtJRTtgAneI/s1600-h/bright+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336063364463833986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sg2BW7nXs4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FtJRTtgAneI/s320/bright+eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emme's other baby tricks include lots of cooing and talking to her mom and dad, being mesmerized by her beautiful long fingers and hands, rolling from her tummy to her back and her back to her tummy, eating and napping on a great schedule, sitting in her bumbo, and adapting to her new school, Montessori at Sundance. She rarely fusses and has a bright and cheery disposition. We are all totally charmed by this special little girl. Just yesterday her teacher, Ms. Deborah said to me, "Meg, Emme is just amazing! She is such a quick learner and has that something special". Music to my ears. Not that we had anything to do with this... I think some people just get lucky, and me and Rube got lucky. It is like picking a puppy out of a litter. Sometimes you get lucky and pick the best, like Sophie, and sometimes you don't get as lucky and pick Belle. This analogy makes perfect sense for those of you that know Belle and Sophie. Thank you Lord for a Sophie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also think that Emme is turning into the neat little person she is because of all of the love and support from our family and friends. Her grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and family friends have all played a roll in these first 11 weeks. She is one loved little girl and I think that makes her feel confident and comfortable in her world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sg2BMFkC-GI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_Lr5eq5GxUw/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336063178155685986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sg2BMFkC-GI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_Lr5eq5GxUw/s320/Mother%27s+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture to the right was taken on Mother's Day. We had a wonderful day by going to the Fort Worth Zoo, which is one of the best zoos in the country. Then, Ruben grilled out and we sat on our patio with Emme in her stroller and enjoyed the evening as a family. As you can she, Em was in a great mood (as usual) and gave her mom the sweetest smile, which was the best Mother's Day gift I could have asked for. I also got a Spa Gift Certificate, which compliments the smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been having a great time with Emme and are looking forward to more adventures in the future. She has gone to her cousins' baseball game, dance rectials, pizza parties, birthday parties, and running errands all over Fort Worth. Also, she was give a special blessing at church on May 3rd. Ruben and I took her to the front of the church where Father Jambor introduced her to the congregation and then read her a beautiful blessing. Here is pic of that special day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336065629464604194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sg2DaxZoriI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Oy7dLP6BO20/s320/IMG_1411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Emme's Baptism is coming up on May 31st. I will be sure to blog about that day. Our families are coming in and we have asked Chris and Meredith Miner and Warren and Christine Paddock to be her Godparents. We are really looking forward to seeing everyone and sharing such a special occassion with people we care so dearly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I said this the last time, but this time I mean it. I will be better about blogging! Until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1520219098999572649-1596809829299631143?l=lafamiliayall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/feeds/1596809829299631143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-hello-again-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/1596809829299631143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/1596809829299631143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-hello-again-blog.html' title='Well, Hello Again, Blog'/><author><name>Meg Guerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997312651623138039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sg1-OF6sjiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-0E_ra2wsEU/s72-c/Bumbo,+Oh+no!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520219098999572649.post-2557388305297630618</id><published>2009-03-24T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:42:25.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Weeks of Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sckx7OwlKBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EXbanKCx5Ac/s1600-h/Surprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316835728731482130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sckx7OwlKBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EXbanKCx5Ac/s320/Surprise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emme will be 4 weeks old tomorrow! The time has flown since she arrived on February 25th. She changes so much everyday, and I have not wanted to miss a minute of it (hence my lack of blogging). Emme wakes up with a precious smile on her face and loves to play on her jungle mat after breakfast. She is fascinated by the animals and particularly loves looking at herself in the mirror. Today Emme learned to flip from her tummy to her back. She is "so advanced" (family joke). Aren't all our children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan just got to spend a week with us during her Spring Break. It was wonderful having her around. She got to bond with her first grand baby and also help take care of her first born. We ventured out of the house almost every day, which was much needed. The walls start closing in after a while. We went to the Ridgmar Mall, Hulen Mall, the Botanical Gardens, and Pappadeaux's. Emme is a perfect little traveler, and I am now comfortable wheeling her around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316839390112876530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sck1QWd7h_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/A_rqHyz4lAE/s320/Lil+Ag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is our little Aggie. Class of 2031! Wow, that is scary. Nothing wrong with a little brain washing early on. I have a feeling she is going to go wherever her little hear desires. Deny our baby girl? I don't think so! That is unless she wants an Austin address. Burnt orange is not her color. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This weekend we have Bonnie and Brett's wedding to attend. Emme will make an appearance at the rehearsal dinner, but her Tia Theresa is going to babysit for her during the wedding. It will be me and Ruben's first outing without her. I will report back with new pictures and whether or not I have a meltdown when I leave her for the evening. Hard core lawyer no longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520219098999572649-2557388305297630618?l=lafamiliayall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/feeds/2557388305297630618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2009/03/4-weeks-of-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/2557388305297630618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/2557388305297630618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2009/03/4-weeks-of-fun.html' title='4 Weeks of Fun'/><author><name>Meg Guerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997312651623138039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sckx7OwlKBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EXbanKCx5Ac/s72-c/Surprise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520219098999572649.post-4321452965468594053</id><published>2009-03-10T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:38:53.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EMME IS HERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SbbZwwy0OKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xaEvYgvoRTw/s1600-h/1615126324_1856593565_36527255_0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311672242285066402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SbbZwwy0OKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xaEvYgvoRTw/s320/1615126324_1856593565_36527255_0117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On February 25, 2009 at 8:00a.m., our lives were forever changed for the better with the birth of our beloved daughter, Mary Elia (Emme) Guerra. She weighed 7lbs 14oz and was 19 1/2 inches long and perfect in every way. Emme immediately stole the hearts of her parents, grandparents, many aunts and uncles and friends. I am writing this blog on her 13th day of life and am still on cloud nine. Ruben and I are literally floating with joy over our little girl. She is a true delight. Emme has been surprisingly alert for a newborn baby, and she amazes us every day with her curious and interested looks at this new world around her. Emme loves to eat, like her family, and has been sleeping wonderfully. It is undoubtedly the best time in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To recap the whirlwind that was her birth, my mom, Emme's Nan, came into town the Saturday before our scheduled delivery on Wednesday the 25th. We ran last minute errands, got pedicures, and ate some delicious food. I don't think I have ever wanted to share something more with my mom. She has been dreaming of a grand baby for years, and the time had finally come. Nan made the experience very special for us by doing all the little extras that I will never forget. Here is Nan holding her Emme for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sbbc0zfL2qI/AAAAAAAAAD8/o6Z8qige9NA/s1600-h/1615126324_1856538326_36527255_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311675610262395554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/Sbbc0zfL2qI/AAAAAAAAAD8/o6Z8qige9NA/s320/1615126324_1856538326_36527255_0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad, who we will call Hoot for now (still convincing him that is a good granddad name) was also thrilled with his new granddaughter. He definitely has experience with girls! Maybe one day one of us will eventually have a boy, but it might just be that we specialize in girls. Here is dad enjoying the newest member of the family. He cannot wait to teach her to hunt, fish, back-pack, play tennis and everything else he taught me to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311685123269718626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SbbleiM38mI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H3wFpZoQP6M/s320/1615126324_1856559827_36527255_0006_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Emme is the Guerra's, or Grandma and Grandpa's fourth grandchild, so they know the drill. They were wonderfully helpful and stayed with us for a week to help the transition at home go smoothly. We loved getting to share this experience with them. Emme is one lucky little girl to have two amazing sets of grandparents who are bound to spoil her rotten! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SbbmIE-Vr7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ro6G8m9EAd4/s1600-h/1615126324_1856547941_36527255_0107_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311685836978630578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SbbmIE-Vr7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ro6G8m9EAd4/s320/1615126324_1856547941_36527255_0107_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Emme not only has wonderful grandparents, she has a plethora of beautiful Tias (aunts) and Tios (uncles). On my side of the family Emme has Molly and Lee and Kate, and on Ruben's side of the family she has Monica and Steve and her cousins, Jessica, Alex and Ryan, Theresa and Matt and Jessica. I have babysitters galore! We loved getting to introduce Emme to her nice big family. This little girl is so loved already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SbbiLEWxjYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LyDx1bLYhtc/s1600-h/1615126324_1856603951_36527255_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311681490305781122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SbbiLEWxjYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LyDx1bLYhtc/s320/1615126324_1856603951_36527255_0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our hospital room was filled with beautiful flowers, plants, cookie bouquets and well wishes. We had a number of visitors who wanted to meet Emme. It was a perfect experience. I had a c-section, which has been a piece of cake. I am in good health and so is Emme. Thank you Dr. Watson! On Saturday, February 28th we finally got to take Emme home. Me, Ruben and Jessica loaded our girl for her first outing, while the rest of the family anxiously awaited our arrival. When we drove up to the house, there were precious pink decorations everywhere (thank you Nan!). Emme was home. It was a very emotional experience bringing her through the front door and being greeted by her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311683964019595442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SbbkbDqG2LI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oLyUCBje67E/s320/1615126324_1856593613_36527255_0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This picture sums up everything for us. We are a family. Rube, Meg, Emme and our dogs, Sophie and Belle. Nan and Grandma bought a sign to hang in Emme's nursery that reads "What Did They Do Before Me?" It perfectly describes how I feel. My life up to this point has been a great journey, but now that journey has so much more purpose. Ruben and I are looking forward to this new chapter in our life with our precious little girl. Thank you for sharing it with us.&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&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/1520219098999572649-4321452965468594053?l=lafamiliayall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/feeds/4321452965468594053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2009/03/emme-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/4321452965468594053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/4321452965468594053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2009/03/emme-is-here.html' title='EMME IS HERE!'/><author><name>Meg Guerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997312651623138039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SbbZwwy0OKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xaEvYgvoRTw/s72-c/1615126324_1856593565_36527255_0117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520219098999572649.post-7719563061119629767</id><published>2009-02-18T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:14:31.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Days and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are less than one week away from meeting our first-born daughter, Mary Elia "Emme" Guerra! I am either delirious from excitement or lack of sleep, but nonetheless delirious. I have been very busy at work this week, attempting to wrap up any lingering deadlines prior to the start of maternity leave, but that has helped the days move along. Ruben has been doing the same, and any chance we get to talk about our excitement, we do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only slightly news worthy event that has taken place since the last blog was Valentine's Day. We enjoyed an evening in and Rube grilled out some delicious steaks, and I made an attempt at recreating white truffle oil mac n' cheese that Rube loves from our favorite restaruant, Lonesome Dove. I have to brag a little and say that it turned out great. I am not exactly considered the "chef" in the house, but I am totally fine with that. We also enjoyed some of our favorite mini-desserts from Central Market. It was a great evening together, and I bet you can guess what our conversation revolved around.... Miss Emme, of course! We cannot wait to be parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, does anyone want a yellow lab? Belle must be sensing that change is in the air, because she has been a terror. Wednesday night, for instance, I had finally gotten somewhat comfortable and was sleeping pretty soundly when Belle decided to start barking and whining at 3:00a.m. Despite both of our efforts to get her to chill, she continued on until 6:30. When we got  up, she was fine. The problem is that if we let her out of her kennel when she throws a fit we are teaching her that all she has to do is bark and whine, but we know she would probably shut up if we let her out, and I need the rest. Major pet dilema. Not to mention the fact that we are adding a baby to the household very soon. I really need the Dog Whisperer. Does anyone know him? Here is a picture of the yellow monster. She is attractive, but not a lot going on up top. Rube calls her the "Jessica Simpson" of the dog world. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SZ2t1fhSRBI/AAAAAAAAADk/XQkP_rvUUGI/s1600-h/IMG_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bless her heart.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304587725418557954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SZ2ubm14cgI/AAAAAAAAADs/C1qk5WzT8Sc/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" /&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/1520219098999572649-7719563061119629767?l=lafamiliayall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/feeds/7719563061119629767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2009/02/six-days-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/7719563061119629767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/7719563061119629767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2009/02/six-days-and-counting.html' title='Six Days and Counting'/><author><name>Meg Guerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997312651623138039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SZ2ubm14cgI/AAAAAAAAADs/C1qk5WzT8Sc/s72-c/IMG_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520219098999572649.post-8030953723283172895</id><published>2009-02-09T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:02:22.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Sure Flies!</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the delay, folks! The Holidays, plus getting ready for Emme took a little more time than expected, and the longer I didn't blog the more I avoided blogging. I thought I better get back up on that horse before Emme arrives. The countdown is on, and Miss Emme should be here in 2 1/2 weeks! Rube and I are literally beside ourselves with excitement. Her nursery is stocked and all the baby items are washed. Here is a picture of her pink and chocolate haven:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300884062713866882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SZCF-EGW6oI/AAAAAAAAACk/NWibSOAW1ro/s320/Christmas+Time+Plus+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have completed additional decorating since this photo, such as big pink and chocolate letters that spell EMME (thank you Mom), but those photos are not downloaded yet, however I am sure you get the drift. We love her nursery. Ruben and his parents did an amazing job with the painting and chair rail, and my mom and sisters did an amazing job helping me decorate. We are so lucky to have such supportive and wonderful families. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During December my friends and I always try to get together for a special dinner and usually have a little gift exchange. My first Christmas dinner was with the college girls (Jenny, Bonnie, Debbie, Annie, Kristine and Tiffany), and three of us were pregnant! Since this photo, Annie had baby Emerson in January and Debbie just had baby Sadie. All are doing well. Sadie was born with a genetic syndrome that is going to require some surgeries in her younger years, but she is a strong little girl and is impressing everyone with her resilience. Debbie and Justin are amazing parents and are extremely strong for their little girl. We keep the Bonos and little Sadie in our prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300902539093779346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SZCWxh-mo5I/AAAAAAAAADE/PvtEosFIofo/s320/Christmas+Time+Plus+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second friend Christmas dinner was actually brunch at Bonnie's house, and the group was me, Chelsea, Faye, Melisa, Brittany, and Bonnie. The FoWo Girls! We had a lovely little brunch and enjoyed are gift exchange. Here is a pic of Melisa and Chelsea, or Toots if you will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SZCYTbXOk6I/AAAAAAAAADc/bGkJQ3z6o5s/s1600-h/Christmas+Time+Plus+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300904220945191842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SZCYTbXOk6I/AAAAAAAAADc/bGkJQ3z6o5s/s320/Christmas+Time+Plus+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas and New Years were here and gone before we knew it, but we enjoyed ourselves. Rube and I were on our own Christmas morning, because my parents were visiting Molly and Lee in Memphis and Ruben's parents were visiting relatives in Laredo. I was not quite up for traveling, so we opted to spend a quiet Christmas at home, and had a nice, relaxing vacation. Here is a picture of Ruben with his favorite gift from Santa. Yes, it is Guitar Hero World Tour.We &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SZCHSb-3y-I/AAAAAAAAACs/55u2UXRJlIw/s1600-h/Christmas+Time+Plus+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300885512233929698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SZCHSb-3y-I/AAAAAAAAACs/55u2UXRJlIw/s320/Christmas+Time+Plus+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rocked out on the guitar and drums to some classics such as "No Sleep 'Till Brooklyn" by the Beastie Boys. We are in our 30's and we love us some Guitar Hero. For New Years we went over to Dodd and Melisa Dorsey's house for some fajitas and a little Battle of the Sexes competition. I think the guys were ahead, but I will not concede they were the final winners. The game was interrupted for the countdown and we never got back into playing. It was a pretty wild evening. I actually lasted until midnight to ring in the New Year, and what an exciting year 2009 will be! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On January 24th we had a double shower weekend. My dear friend Bonnie Ahrens is getting married in March and we had a brunch wedding shower for her at my house with our friends Tiffany, Jenny, Anne Marie, Debbie and Kristine as co-hosts. We had a great time at the shower, and think Bonnie did as well. I want to thank Rube for all of the pre-shower chores he helped me with, such as planting pansies. I just couldn't have a pansy-less party. The second shower of the day was for me, Ruben and Emme. Once again, our friends Melisa and Dodd hosted at their house, with all my girl friends from Bonnie's shower co-hosting. It was a fantastic baby shower. Over 50 people showed up to celebrate with us, and we truly had a great evening with friends and family, not to mention the huge pile of baby presents I got to open. We are set!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thus far 2009 has not disappointed. We are so excited to be welcoming Emme into this world, and feel blessed to have such a phenomenal support system to help us during this exciting and scary (yes, a little scary) time in our lives. The next time I blog will likely be after Emme has arrived and I will be sharing her first photos with you. Until then, I leave you with a picture of me and Ruben at our 1 year anniversary. From here on out our pictures are going to have plus one. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SZCUcTLMCAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/p88Q_YzaLbg/s1600-h/Christmas+Time+Plus+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300899975319521282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SZCUcTLMCAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/p88Q_YzaLbg/s320/Christmas+Time+Plus+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/1520219098999572649-8030953723283172895?l=lafamiliayall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/feeds/8030953723283172895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-sure-flys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/8030953723283172895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/8030953723283172895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-sure-flys.html' title='Time Sure Flies!'/><author><name>Meg Guerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997312651623138039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SZCF-EGW6oI/AAAAAAAAACk/NWibSOAW1ro/s72-c/Christmas+Time+Plus+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520219098999572649.post-7827765307795308466</id><published>2008-12-10T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:31:19.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas... What the..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SUWGTIto1YI/AAAAAAAAACM/FL575luSFfo/s1600-h/100_1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279773801476314498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SUWGTIto1YI/AAAAAAAAACM/FL575luSFfo/s320/100_1025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot believe it is the second week of December, and we have only two weeks until Christmas Eve. Great googly moogly! Luckily, I have most of my shopping completed and my decorations are up. The reason the time is flying is due to the fun and exciting events that have been taking place. This last weekend, for instance, was my baby shower in San Antonio. My mom flew into Austin on Friday and I picked her up while my sister was at work. Oh, that is being way too nice, I picked her up because my sister stabbed her car on those retractable guard gates in front of the State Capitol. (Sorry to sell you out, Kate, but you know you will never live this one down). Anyway, the three of us drove down to San Antonio on Saturday morning to join my in-laws at what turned out to be one of the best baby showers I have ever been to, and I am not simply saying that because I got to keep all the presents. It was at a beautiful restaurant, the food was fantasitc (enchilads, my fav!), and the company was wonderful. My aunt and cousin and her boys got to join us, and we had a lovely afternoon. I send a big thank you to my Guerra family. They really out-did themselves. Emme is going to be one spoiled little girl, and I don't care! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving has come and gone, and I dropped the ball on blogging about our trip to Lubbock. I can nicely sum up the long weekend in a few words: Eat, sleep, football, 6 dogs. My mom cooked a great meal, the Aggies dissapointed us yet again this season, the couch had a permanent indentation of my rear, and we had 4 dogs wrestling inside and two dogs lounging outside. It was exactly what I needed before the hussel and bussel of December. (Crazed chef below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279774893651133058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SUWHStYaAoI/AAAAAAAAACU/rYbpzotCJG8/s320/100_1001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, today I had my 28 week doctor appointment. I am now officially in my 3rd trimester! Everything checked out perfectly and I got to hear her heartbeat again, which is my favorite part of the appointment. When you hear that heartbeat all of a sudden the sciatic nerve pain, swollen feet, heartburn, heatstrokes, expanding body parts, etc. seem so trivial. I would endure ten times these annoyances to have a healthy, happy little girl. Until next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SUWIEULIaFI/AAAAAAAAACc/hwYyzCAKZTs/s1600-h/100_1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279775745878026322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SUWIEULIaFI/AAAAAAAAACc/hwYyzCAKZTs/s320/100_1000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Meg and Ruben, Thanksgiving 2008)&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/1520219098999572649-7827765307795308466?l=lafamiliayall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/feeds/7827765307795308466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/7827765307795308466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/7827765307795308466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas... What the..?'/><author><name>Meg Guerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997312651623138039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SUWGTIto1YI/AAAAAAAAACM/FL575luSFfo/s72-c/100_1025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520219098999572649.post-2598139961186686809</id><published>2008-11-18T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:48:10.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in the 'Bock (that is cool slang for Lubbock)</title><content type='html'>Another week and weekend has passed us by. I cannot believe how the time is flying, and I think it is due to the fact I have so much to do before little Emme arrives! Rube and I headed off in different directions this weekend, which we do not do often, but sometimes is a necessity. He had to "work" at the Hyatt Hill Country Resort in San Antonio playing golf with customers, and I had a high school friend's wedding in Lubbock. The wedding was beautiful, and I got to see a lot of old friends that I have lost touch with since high school, which was nice. Congrats to Suzanne and Cole! What wasn't nice was that approximately 52 people touched my pregnant belly. Some asked, some didn't, some didn't just touch and actually rubbed, some patted, and although cursing under my breath I thought I exhibited a great deal of self control since my typical reaction is to jump back and block the offending hand with a quick chop block. That would have made things awkward, so I held back. Other than the wedding I spent my time shopping with mom for myself and Emme, relaxing at home with my dad while eating good food and obsessing over the Twilight series. I am so embarrassed. I am 32 and I love this teen series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, and I am a week and a half late posting this blog. Another weekend has gone by, and we enjoyed Ruben's mom and dad, his oldest sister Monica and her husband, Steve, their two boys, Alex and Ryan, and their daughter Jessica, Ruben's cousin, Stephanie and her husband, Greg, and their two boys, Vince and Joaquin, all at the house on Saturday. I made the largest amount of chicken spaghetti I have ever seen in my life (over shot that a bit) and we had a great time watching some football. By the end of the evening, my feet looked liked Fred Flinstones and I ended up passing out in front of everyone in the 4th quarter of the slaughter that was the OU v. Tech game. Ruben promised me that I was not snoring and drooling, but he was probably just being nice. Sunday was spent doing as little as possible. I read most of the 4th and final book of Twilight for most of the day. I could not put that thing down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, me, Kate and Rube plus 3 dogs are heading to Lubbock for Thanksgiving. We have a lot to be thankful for this year, so I am very much looking forward to the holiday. I hope you all enjoy a wonderful day with family and friends, and HAPPY THANKSGIVING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with a fond memory of days gone by when A&amp;amp;M had a football team. Gig 'Em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272699186106558418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SSxj-UtfZ9I/AAAAAAAAACE/WwbiUf757yQ/s320/wall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520219098999572649-2598139961186686809?l=lafamiliayall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/feeds/2598139961186686809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-in-bock-that-is-cool-slang-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/2598139961186686809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/2598139961186686809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-in-bock-that-is-cool-slang-for.html' title='Weekend in the &apos;Bock (that is cool slang for Lubbock)'/><author><name>Meg Guerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997312651623138039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SSxj-UtfZ9I/AAAAAAAAACE/WwbiUf757yQ/s72-c/wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520219098999572649.post-8862826663453243706</id><published>2008-11-11T18:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:42:51.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Looks Like We Made It"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy Anniversary, Ruben!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, November 9, 2008 was our first anniversary. For those of you that have known Ruben and I, we have quite a history. It all began at the Dixie Chicken in 1994. Ruben was in the corps and I was actually dating one of his seniors at the time, we will call him "Senior". I had asked Senior to set my friend up for a Kappa date party we had coming up, and Senior suggested Ruben. I did not know Ruben, so I suggested another guy. Ruben was told this story by Senior, and weeks later, after the party, I was strolling through the Chicken (as my friends and I did on a regular basis) and Ruben came up to me and explained how he was so very hurt that I passed him over for the other guy. He charmed me instantly that evening, and we became great friends. That friendship grew and lasted through college and beyond and eventually led to where we are today (minus only a few short detours). We truly could not be happier, and cannot believe in a few short months we will be parents together. Who says you can't meet your future husband in a bar! Emme, I do not mean you, young lady. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SRpB7FgPlRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JfRBbE7TCig/s1600-h/IMG_9031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267595197508719890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SRpB7FgPlRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JfRBbE7TCig/s320/IMG_9031.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/1520219098999572649-8862826663453243706?l=lafamiliayall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/feeds/8862826663453243706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2008/11/looks-like-we-made-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/8862826663453243706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/8862826663453243706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2008/11/looks-like-we-made-it.html' title='&quot;Looks Like We Made It&quot;'/><author><name>Meg Guerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997312651623138039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SRpB7FgPlRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JfRBbE7TCig/s72-c/IMG_9031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520219098999572649.post-2583643234685337314</id><published>2008-11-04T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:46:05.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is election day. Instead of watching the returns, which cannot be good for my blood pressure, I thought I would use this time to blog. Those of you that know me know that I am not afraid to make my political views known. I could rant and rave about why I think the McCain/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; ticket is the only choice that makes the slightest sense for America, but as I type, the votes are being cast across the country and all I can do is wait, and pray, and hope that enough Americans will realize that voting for Obama is voting for the type of change that will fundamentally alter this country and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;steer&lt;/span&gt; us in a direction away from the basic principles in which we were founded. I hope tomorrow morning I wake up to the hero, John McCain as President and the phenomenal, first women Vice President, Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;. If not, Katie bar the door. It is going to be a long 4 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On an unrelated note, Rube and I had a great weekend. We joined our friends, the Miners, and their two precious kids, Morgan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; for some trick-or-treating on Friday night. I did not have a kid to dress up this year (cannot wait until next year), so I dressed up my mini schnauzer, Sophie. The more disturbing part of this story is not that I dressed up my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;schnauzer&lt;/span&gt; like a lady bug, it is that I dressed her up and then forgot her at home. I really hope my parenting skills develop in the next 3 months or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Emme&lt;/span&gt; is in big trouble. I took a picture of Sophie when we got home from trick-or-treating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; her. You can see she was not thrilled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SRD4SsmJBEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jBukcmvDPI4/s1600-h/CIMG0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264980964488578114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SRD4SsmJBEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jBukcmvDPI4/s320/CIMG0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remainder of the weekend was spent running much needed errands and some much needed relaxing.  We had a game watching party for the Tech v. t.u. game, and I have to admit that was one of the most exciting college football games I have ever seen. Go Raiders! I can cheer for them as long as they are not playing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aggies&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This next weekend is our 1st anniversary. I cannot believe it has been a year since we were jetting off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Vallarta&lt;/span&gt; for a wonderful wedding week. It has been a blur of a year, but also one of the best years of my life.  We cannot wait for what is in store for us this next year. In February 2009 we will  be plus an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Emme&lt;/span&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/1520219098999572649-2583643234685337314?l=lafamiliayall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/feeds/2583643234685337314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/2583643234685337314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/2583643234685337314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day-2008.html' title='Election Day 2008'/><author><name>Meg Guerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997312651623138039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SRD4SsmJBEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jBukcmvDPI4/s72-c/CIMG0457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520219098999572649.post-7373733393604220471</id><published>2008-10-26T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T07:40:57.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Texas Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SQUnCEKem6I/AAAAAAAAABc/ZXjMCQEsc6Q/s1600-h/CIMG0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261654656083205026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SQUnCEKem6I/AAAAAAAAABc/ZXjMCQEsc6Q/s320/CIMG0437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night I wanted to expose Emme to a true country and western legend, the one and only Willie Nelson. Along with exposing her to some great classics such as "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain", "Angels Flying Too Close the Ground" and "Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys", I also exposed her to an exteme amount of second hand smoke. Not exactly what I had in mind, but hopefully not too much damage was done. We met Bonnie and Brett (and Brett's fat lip from getting hit in the face with a bungy cord) at Pappasitos for some pre-concert nachos, and then headed to the largest honky tonk in the world, Billy Bob's Texas. If you are ever in Fort Worth, you must go to Billy Bob's. It is the only place in the world you can see indoor live bull riding, get your picture taken on a stuffed bucking bull, two-step under a glittering crystal ball shaped as a saddle, and see some of the most interesting dub-t, I mean people you will ever see gathered in one location. We also met the Bonos, the Anthonys, the Browns, the Lesters and some of the Lesters' friends from England. Culture shock anyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Willie put on a great show, even if he didn't make it to the stage until 10:45 (approximately an hour after I am usually in bed, so sad). I couldn't complain, however, because there were 3 other girls in our group who are more pregnant that I am. Nothing says wild night on the town like four pregnant women! All in all, we had a great night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rube went to the Cowboys game on Sunday, and I had a very stressful day that conisisted of getting a pedicure and reading a "how the heck do you take care of a baby" book. Back to work tomorrow. Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SQUni7tzfQI/AAAAAAAAABs/Py-NBSvVJGE/s1600-h/CIMG0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261655220751138050" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SQUni7tzfQI/AAAAAAAAABs/Py-NBSvVJGE/s320/CIMG0440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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/1520219098999572649-7373733393604220471?l=lafamiliayall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/feeds/7373733393604220471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2008/10/texas-legend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/7373733393604220471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/7373733393604220471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2008/10/texas-legend.html' title='A Texas Legend'/><author><name>Meg Guerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997312651623138039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SQUnCEKem6I/AAAAAAAAABc/ZXjMCQEsc6Q/s72-c/CIMG0437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520219098999572649.post-657024118052293225</id><published>2008-10-23T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:22:59.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And it begins....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SQC-0ShR-TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-Wb8In4n6n0/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260414170302642482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SQC-0ShR-TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-Wb8In4n6n0/s200/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today seemed as good a day as any to enter into the world of the blogosphere. Yes, I just typed the word blogosphere. I would likely be a candidate voted as "least likely to blog", but with our darling daughter, Mary Elia "Emme" Guerra, arriving in a few short months, and with our dearest relatives in Lubbock, San Antonio, Austin, Laredo, Houston and Memphis, Tennessee, not to mention our good friends scattered about Texas and elsewhere, I thought this would be a wonderful way to share the milestone moments that occur in that precious first year of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise to be as diligent as possible to update my post regulary, and I am sure that will not be a problem considering my mom will send me gently worded reminders. Love you Moms! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more thing, I must give a shout out to my blogging friend Tiffany Bright. She is my blog inspiration, who suggested I start my own blog. I only hope I can acheive the success that The Bright Spot has achieved. &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/1520219098999572649-657024118052293225?l=lafamiliayall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/feeds/657024118052293225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-it-begins.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/657024118052293225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520219098999572649/posts/default/657024118052293225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafamiliayall.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-it-begins.html' title='And it begins....'/><author><name>Meg Guerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997312651623138039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzMMvIN1L-c/SQC-0ShR-TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-Wb8In4n6n0/s72-c/Picture+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
