<?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-4301173351976768904</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:14:10.464-08:00</updated><category term='The begining'/><category term='Canada'/><category term='Piano'/><category term='First 3 months'/><category term='Mom and Dad'/><title type='text'>Adventures of Alice</title><subtitle type='html'>The real story of Alice in Wonderland.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicebuben.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301173351976768904/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicebuben.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lenka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15489113007134561541</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301173351976768904.post-4277304317426468163</id><published>2009-09-20T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:36:10.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SrbGx_nm6KI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_NsyQ6cqPPY/s1600-h/PICT0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383708966761457826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SrbGx_nm6KI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_NsyQ6cqPPY/s200/PICT0416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alice took her first big journey at 6 months. Clearly the plane ride didn't phase her much. She was happy to be around people who loved her, on any continent. She got to visit with so many people for the first time!&lt;/div&gt;There was Tera (who finally got married this year!  Congrats!) and the lovely Lisa and Christina. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SrbHPXIHOTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/24jlln8toFQ/s1600-h/PICT0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383709471288015154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SrbHPXIHOTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/24jlln8toFQ/s200/PICT0039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SrbHvAUdb9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/OnJbiIZmaeA/s1600-h/PICT0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383710014921600978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SrbHvAUdb9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/OnJbiIZmaeA/s200/PICT0041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383710380928865922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SrbIETzZFoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/aeITS33SS5s/s200/PICT0042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think the favourite of all (aside from Babi &amp;amp; Deda) would have to be our Bailey. Who could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SrbJFDMlhwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/q5e-icpVHzQ/s1600-h/PICT0047c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383711493162632962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SrbJFDMlhwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/q5e-icpVHzQ/s200/PICT0047c.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blame her? When Alice returned about 7 months later our Bailey became better known as "Bee-a". As soon as Alice walked in the door "bee-a, bee-a". Alice knew she would be the first to greet us at the door. How heart breaking for me when the day came that "bee-a" no longer greeted us. The trip overall a success. Alice got to meet so many new people. She smiled at all, was sweet to all and we had a fabulous time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SrbHgZejqqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/N_z4NRuijT8/s1600-h/PICT0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;/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;/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/4301173351976768904-4277304317426468163?l=alicebuben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicebuben.blogspot.com/feeds/4277304317426468163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301173351976768904&amp;postID=4277304317426468163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301173351976768904/posts/default/4277304317426468163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301173351976768904/posts/default/4277304317426468163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicebuben.blogspot.com/2009/09/alice-took-her-first-big-journey-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Lenka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15489113007134561541</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/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SrbGx_nm6KI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_NsyQ6cqPPY/s72-c/PICT0416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301173351976768904.post-7306538694425780778</id><published>2008-05-03T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:42:11.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBz-TOXpzyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0wcTlADiWxc/s1600-h/Rebeka+feeding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196307676306984738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBz-TOXpzyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0wcTlADiWxc/s200/Rebeka+feeding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't think I've ever seen anything as cute as this. My little cousin Rebeka is 2 1/2 years older then Alice. We frequently visited my aunt Pavla and her family, it was my refuge away from the tiny apartment in Prague. Those visits helped keep me sane while I was so far away from home. Rebeka loved Alice from the start and being a typical girl loved to play with her dolls. She named them all Alice, and after watching how I fed Alice decided she had to do the same with her baby Alice. I remember once she got so frustrated trying to take off her own shirt, she had a little fit. She wanted to feed her baby so badly and the shirt just wouldn't come off! What a site.  She went through this breastfeeding phase for about a month.  It was nice not being the only one breasfeeding :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301173351976768904-7306538694425780778?l=alicebuben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicebuben.blogspot.com/feeds/7306538694425780778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301173351976768904&amp;postID=7306538694425780778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301173351976768904/posts/default/7306538694425780778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301173351976768904/posts/default/7306538694425780778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicebuben.blogspot.com/2008/05/copy-cat.html' title='Copy Cat'/><author><name>Lenka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15489113007134561541</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/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBz-TOXpzyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0wcTlADiWxc/s72-c/Rebeka+feeding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301173351976768904.post-3866978267270346897</id><published>2008-05-03T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:42:12.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piano'/><title type='text'>Baby Mozart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SByzPeXpzsI/AAAAAAAAADc/UywxTQTH7U4/s1600-h/PICT0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196225148510392002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SByzPeXpzsI/AAAAAAAAADc/UywxTQTH7U4/s200/PICT0199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How early is too early to decide your child is gifted? I think too many parents expect too much from their children. They play them music and enroll them in activities in hopes that one day they'll have a little genius. In the end they feed them such crap they ruin any chances of that. I say just give your baby a 23 year old piano, sit her in front of it and let her have a go. The result is what you see here. Pure and totally enjoyment = when a baby realizes she can make so much noise! I tell you she loved that thing. It was her dad's when he &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBy0SuXpztI/AAAAAAAAADk/GZqwD-Lc7Q0/s1600-h/PICT0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196226303856594642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBy0SuXpztI/AAAAAAAAADk/GZqwD-Lc7Q0/s200/PICT0197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was little and then she got to have it.  I don't think this made her smarter, or in any way musically gifted, but she thoroughly enjoyed playing that little piano.  Still, she does seem to be a natural at it :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301173351976768904-3866978267270346897?l=alicebuben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicebuben.blogspot.com/feeds/3866978267270346897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301173351976768904&amp;postID=3866978267270346897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301173351976768904/posts/default/3866978267270346897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301173351976768904/posts/default/3866978267270346897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicebuben.blogspot.com/2008/05/baby-mozart.html' title='Baby Mozart'/><author><name>Lenka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15489113007134561541</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/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SByzPeXpzsI/AAAAAAAAADc/UywxTQTH7U4/s72-c/PICT0199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301173351976768904.post-5142378751004114385</id><published>2008-05-02T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:42:13.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh to be a baby again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBuwXOXpzoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XhKI42CmzUc/s1600-h/PICT0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195940508142784130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBuwXOXpzoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XhKI42CmzUc/s200/PICT0198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think one of the reasons we love babies so much is we get to see just how good we had it when we were little, we just didn't appreciate it at the time but we do get to enjoy it through our own children. I definite&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBuiZ-XpzcI/AAAAAAAAABc/WAC9rAasI4o/s1600-h/PICT0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ly enjoyed Alice when she was oh so tiny, even though no one understood why I was determined to photograph and videotape every moment. To me she was interesting and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing she mastered was basic bodily functions, not all that exciting. But soon she started smiling and then became aware of her own body. Her hands, fingers and feet were of special interest. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBuxd-XpzpI/AAAAAAAAADE/X2GwbeqxmFk/s1600-h/PICT0321z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195941723618528914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBuxd-XpzpI/AAAAAAAAADE/X2GwbeqxmFk/s200/PICT0321z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every baby is different but they all have something in common: they put EVERYTHING in their mouths! They are also incredibly flexible and can do things us adults only dream of. They are also masters of funny faces. Why can't I be so cute with food all over? This photo took me weeks to get, she just dind't want to show me her first two teeth! They &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBznFuXpzuI/AAAAAAAAADs/Z00N3LtCWyY/s1600-h/cechy+may04+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196282155611311842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="144" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBznFuXpzuI/AAAAAAAAADs/Z00N3LtCWyY/s200/cechy+may04+052.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;started to come at 6 months and luckily she didn't have much discomfort. They did give me reason to be afriad though, most people have no idea just how sharp those things are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And like most moms I can't help think how gorgeous mine is. But you have to admit, I do have a point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBuymOXpzqI/AAAAAAAAADM/CZZHd6-ZEeg/s1600-h/PICT0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195942964864077474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBuymOXpzqI/AAAAAAAAADM/CZZHd6-ZEeg/s200/PICT0354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBu0DuXpzrI/AAAAAAAAADU/5WUYQEKpjUo/s1600-h/PICT0345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195944571181846194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBu0DuXpzrI/AAAAAAAAADU/5WUYQEKpjUo/s200/PICT0345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301173351976768904-5142378751004114385?l=alicebuben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicebuben.blogspot.com/feeds/5142378751004114385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301173351976768904&amp;postID=5142378751004114385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301173351976768904/posts/default/5142378751004114385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301173351976768904/posts/default/5142378751004114385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicebuben.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-to-be-baby-again.html' title='Oh to be a baby again'/><author><name>Lenka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15489113007134561541</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/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBuwXOXpzoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XhKI42CmzUc/s72-c/PICT0198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301173351976768904.post-4207188308759611234</id><published>2008-05-02T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:42:13.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom and Dad'/><title type='text'>The Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBuc3OXpzaI/AAAAAAAAABM/AFl6MepfdIc/s1600-h/PICT0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195919067666042274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBuc3OXpzaI/AAAAAAAAABM/AFl6MepfdIc/s200/PICT0095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Though Alice has grown up with me most of her life and doesn't know what it's like to be in a two parent household, I always want her to know that she is loved by both her mom and dad very much. She was created out of total love and was more welcome then she can ever imagine. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195919840760155570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBudkOXpzbI/AAAAAAAAABU/0DH_Whd6qkY/s200/PICT0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt; She has a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother and a father who both love her very much. I'm honoured to be her mom, to have the chance to know this wonderful soul. I hope I don't mess things up and that she grows up to be the wonderful, beautiful woman I know she is meant to be. I just hope she realizes how amazing she is, and that she deserves only the best. Don't ever settle honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301173351976768904-4207188308759611234?l=alicebuben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicebuben.blogspot.com/feeds/4207188308759611234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301173351976768904&amp;postID=4207188308759611234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301173351976768904/posts/default/4207188308759611234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301173351976768904/posts/default/4207188308759611234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicebuben.blogspot.com/2008/05/parents.html' title='The Parents'/><author><name>Lenka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15489113007134561541</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/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBuc3OXpzaI/AAAAAAAAABM/AFl6MepfdIc/s72-c/PICT0095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301173351976768904.post-3854518026390123237</id><published>2008-04-30T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:42:14.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First 3 months'/><title type='text'>And so her name is Alice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBkgy-XpzZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ewhYb1MtjFo/s1600-h/February.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195219705256332690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBkgy-XpzZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ewhYb1MtjFo/s200/February.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She came into my life on Thursday September 25, 2003 at 11:12am (Prague time). She was born in a town just outside Prague. Though the way she entered this world wasn't exactly as we planned, she was perfect and healthy though tiny weighing only 2.35kg and measuring 47cm. But she was mine and l&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBke9eXpzVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Apdk6ZLQ-EU/s1600-h/January.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195217686621703506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBke9eXpzVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Apdk6ZLQ-EU/s200/January.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ovely. It was a bit rough at first, but we learned and soon she was growing and getting cuter by the moment. Just as she had in my tummy, she had hiccups about 4x a day, her whole tiny body quivering with every one. As all new moms learn, it's pretty much eat, sleep, poop for the first few weeks and only mom can somehow find the beauty in all this. Luckily they get only cuter with time. At 6 weeks she starts to smile, at 3 months starts to laugh and no music is sweeter then your baby laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBkfkOXpzXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H1_ct1lkRzk/s1600-h/March.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195218352341634418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBkfkOXpzXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H1_ct1lkRzk/s200/March.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right at 3 months, just on Christmas Alice got her first fever. Oh the joy. Something every new parent dreads. What do you do? What do you give her? What is safe? With time you learn, and you always look back and wish you could tell your past self what to do. No matter how many mistakes you make as a mom your child seems to grow anyways and is still beautiful and healthy. Alice was certainly no exception. She was happy and social from the start. The first thing to make her laugh was a silly little squeaky toy her Babi Hanka gave her. Every time she heard that squeak she'd let out a giggle, it was so cute! How wonderful to be able to find joy in something so simple. Maybe that's why we all love babies so much, they are so innocent and l&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBzrseXpzvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/p9SKT7RPmbQ/s1600-h/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196287219377753842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBzrseXpzvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/p9SKT7RPmbQ/s200/131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oving without even trying, something us grownups forgot how to do long ago.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196292450647920386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBzwc-XpzwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gMNo5zpIjHA/s200/107.JPG" border="0" /&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/4301173351976768904-3854518026390123237?l=alicebuben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicebuben.blogspot.com/feeds/3854518026390123237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301173351976768904&amp;postID=3854518026390123237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301173351976768904/posts/default/3854518026390123237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301173351976768904/posts/default/3854518026390123237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicebuben.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-so-her-name-is-alice.html' title='And so her name is Alice'/><author><name>Lenka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15489113007134561541</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/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBkgy-XpzZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ewhYb1MtjFo/s72-c/February.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301173351976768904.post-2297532280060502644</id><published>2008-04-26T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:42:14.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The begining'/><title type='text'>First Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBPfWOXpzUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1WmGsQ0OrqI/s1600-h/PICT0653+redone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193740368195734850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="216" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBPfWOXpzUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1WmGsQ0OrqI/s320/PICT0653+redone.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Though I am not as articulate as some friends of mine, I wanted to make a space just for my Alice. Though being a mom is one of the most difficult things I'll ever do, it is also the most rewarding. I'd like to dedicate this space to my beautiful daughter, so that she and others can look back on it and remember things that all too often end up lost in our memories. This is for you Alice.&lt;/span&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/4301173351976768904-2297532280060502644?l=alicebuben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicebuben.blogspot.com/feeds/2297532280060502644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301173351976768904&amp;postID=2297532280060502644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301173351976768904/posts/default/2297532280060502644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301173351976768904/posts/default/2297532280060502644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicebuben.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-entry.html' title='First Entry'/><author><name>Lenka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15489113007134561541</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/_TDjTCpNHbHo/SBPfWOXpzUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1WmGsQ0OrqI/s72-c/PICT0653+redone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
