<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852556592027708572</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 08 Sep 2024 13:24:54 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Family</category><category>Outings</category><category>Milestones</category><category>Birthdays</category><category>Developments</category><category>Feeling Bad</category><category>Holidays</category><category>Cuteness</category><title>Brandon Nicholas Messer</title><description>The life of Brandon</description><link>http://brandonmesser.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (colleen)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852556592027708572.post-2005853089591981011</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 00:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-30T20:13:13.205-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Developments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Milestones</category><title>My Little Fish</title><description>I am so proud to say Brandon finally swam a little ways by himself today! We have been working on kicking and blowing bubbles in the water. We had a major coup a month or so ago when he would wear goggles and consequently put his face under water and blow bubbles. Then this weekend I worked on floating with him in the kid pool. The kid pool is only a foot deep and it was the perfect place for him to feel safe, like he could just drop his legs and stand, and work on relaxing on his belly. So when we moved to the big pool and he watched another girl about his age floating on her belly, kicking her legs to her father and blowing bubbles, well it must have clicked because he was able to do it. He started to swim to me off of a platform in the middle of the pool and I slowly started backing up. He swam as far as he could with the big breath he took. Once he had to pick his head up to breathe though his butt dropped and he needed me to grab him. I was so excited I actually jumped up and down in the water with him. He did it several more times with me and also with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate we took him to Toys R Us and bought him a little car as a reward for working on his fear of floating/swimming alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t wait to get back in the water with him next weekend!</description><link>http://brandonmesser.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-little-fish.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (colleen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852556592027708572.post-627110720064899235</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 01:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-29T21:12:43.315-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Milestones</category><title>Last Day of Pre-School</title><description>Brandon started pre-school three months ago when I went back to work full time. He was only going two mornings a week. I picked him up at lunch time and brought him home to nap. Today was his last day. I can not say enough how wonderful the pre-school program is at the local JCA here. Ms. Jessica &amp; Ms. Mary Carmen were incredibly wonderful to my little Bug. He will miss them (as will I!) and the rest of his Grasshopper class. Rumor has it that his teachers may move up to the Teddy Bear level next year and I know Bran would just love it if he got to work with them again.</description><link>http://brandonmesser.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-day-of-pre-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (colleen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852556592027708572.post-6995930801789442475</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 May 2009 15:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-23T11:40:28.903-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Developments</category><title>Plus and Minus</title><description>The past few weeks Brandon has really gotten the hang of adding and subtracting. We talk at meal time about how many bites of food are left and about two weeks ago he looked at us and said &quot;3 take away 1 is 2!&quot; He gets this for all numbers 10 and under. Two days ago he started to get the adding. He looked at his plate of food and said &quot;5 pancake bites and 2 banana bites is 7 more bites of food!&quot;</description><link>http://brandonmesser.blogspot.com/2009/05/plus-and-minus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (colleen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852556592027708572.post-661513903872955160</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 02:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-12T22:58:35.763-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cuteness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Milestones</category><title>Other Fun Things for April</title><description>Brandon &quot;discovered himself&quot; this month. One morning while I was out running errands Daddy found Brandon standing on our sofa with his pants around his knees proclaiming &quot;Daddy! My penis got bigger! It got real big.&quot; I nearly died when I heard this story. I&#39;m not ready for this yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon also broke the bathroom sink stopper on April 17th which resulted in a long weekend of house projects because the broken stopper led to me wanting to replace the faucet and the sink, which resulted in a broke pipe in the wall, which resulted in no water for a weekend... oh just go read about it &lt;a href=&quot;http://messponential.blogspot.com/2009/04/bathroom-sink.html&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;... and &lt;a href=&quot;http://messponential.blogspot.com/2009/04/sink-saga-continues.html&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other cuteness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my Daddy&#39;s boy playing Peggle on the xbox not needing the keypad or headset but wearing them just because he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&#39;text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;&#39;&gt;&lt;a href=&#39;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7aGqjLCB6qRP88rqwxXOmkd6oTY1nNi8t3V3L-dGsUt-Bg2ffLc2yLezWL9fowxuN8aXG_dyP9PJ7GF18QrBIl9c_8B56XYXvQPnJSYwgXgkB9MOerIH9Go8jFy0whKy8ksDzDZoQIKSH/s1600-h/IMG_4105.JPG&#39;&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7aGqjLCB6qRP88rqwxXOmkd6oTY1nNi8t3V3L-dGsUt-Bg2ffLc2yLezWL9fowxuN8aXG_dyP9PJ7GF18QrBIl9c_8B56XYXvQPnJSYwgXgkB9MOerIH9Go8jFy0whKy8ksDzDZoQIKSH/s320/IMG_4105.JPG&#39; border=&#39;0&#39; alt=&#39;&#39; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon got to make home-made pretzels with Grandma Jan one morning. 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It was a long night with several sheet changes, clothing changes and lots and lots of rocking and telling Bran it would be ok. The kid had never really thrown up before and it totally freaked him out. It was over after a few days - just some virus that had to run it&#39;s course. I did so much laundry in those few days... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the month with Brandon &quot;discovering&quot; convertibles. He has always loved cars, trucks, trains, motorcycles, etc. But now we are in to distinguishing the different makes and models and convertibles are high on the list for excitement when we are driving around town. If we don&#39;t &quot;acknowledge&quot; that we see them then he will get louder and louder and louder and louder. And since we live in Florida and it&#39;s spring... it&#39;s convertible season. We have plenty of eye candy for him to look at these days.&lt;div style=&#39;clear:both; text-align:CENTER&#39;&gt;&lt;a href=&#39;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&#39; target=&#39;ext&#39;&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&#39; alt=&#39;Posted by Picasa&#39; style=&#39;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;&#39; align=&#39;middle&#39; border=&#39;0&#39; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brandonmesser.blogspot.com/2009/05/rest-of-march-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (colleen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-NISHvhwl-f0dlbkKjsbYhukXEah_gcQFEFDrdE0CfIILch4SVja2f5LJitKuKHFPoTkDq_EDP2_eYQxBYFU9ftDVdjmD2PmAFso1ZWPkyQj5ADb0NGNufCijFRmV0C9ayHmZz81Fbz-_/s72-c/IMG_3987.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852556592027708572.post-6414547626798203374</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-12T21:38:51.427-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Milestones</category><title>Bed Upgrade</title><description>Today we moved Brandon from his toddler bed to a big, big boy bed. 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This morning I asked him &quot;How are you doing today &#39;handsome&#39;?&quot; Brandon looked at me and scrunched up his face in a goofy smile and said &quot;That&#39;s not right Mommy!&quot; &quot;What do you mean? I can&#39;t call you handsome?&quot; He replied, &quot;No Mommy! I&#39;m Brandon!&quot;</description><link>http://brandonmesser.blogspot.com/2008/12/morningtime-cuteness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (colleen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852556592027708572.post-8009918893422165845</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 12:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T07:35:30.218-05:00</atom:updated><title>More Wii Play</title><description>Brandon can play the Wii sports games almost entirely by himself now, figuring out how to point the &#39;finger&#39; cursor at the right on-screen buttons and pressing the right controller buttons to select them.  He knows how to start the game he wants, how to bring up the menu and click the Quit button in order to switch games, and even how to exit the game entirely to the main menu.  He also knows how to switch clubs in golf, although sometimes he insists on teeing off with his putter, which doesn&#39;t work so well.  He calls the driver &quot;the hammer&quot; for some reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight he figured out how to change characters, and pointed the finger at mom&#39;s Mii.  &quot;Who&#39;s that?&quot; he asked.  &quot;That&#39;s Grandma Jan&quot; I told him.  &quot;I&#39;m going to play Grandma Jan!&quot; he said, as he picked her character.  Then he proceeded to select the baseball game, and said &quot;Grandma Jan likes to play baseball.&quot;</description><link>http://brandonmesser.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-wii-play.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (colleen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852556592027708572.post-5508623333151582427</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 00:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-12T19:10:45.779-05:00</atom:updated><title>Playing the Wii</title><description>Brandon is becoming quite the golfing and bowling expert in Wii Sports these days. While I work on my form and try to actually golf and bowl, Brandon just swings the controller with ease and pretty much beats our best attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago we created a Mii Wii character for Bran. He wears a green shirt. Bran loves the TV version of himself. Tonight, while bowling he was forgetting to release a button on the controller and therefore the Mii wasn&#39;t letting go of the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon&#39;s response was to say &quot;Go Green Brandon!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like come on! Take your turn already! What are you waiting for?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&#39;s so cute!</description><link>http://brandonmesser.blogspot.com/2008/11/playing-wii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (colleen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852556592027708572.post-2691544552975175327</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 23:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T20:56:00.545-05:00</atom:updated><title>Fun Dinner Conversation</title><description>Tonight for dinner we made Brandon some Alfredo noodles with chicken. We made a big deal about it being &quot;new mac n cheese&quot; since anything with the word &quot;new&quot; attached to it grabs his attention and holds it for at least a nano-second longer than normal. Well I guess it was too hot or he didn&#39;t expect the chicken chunks, but he started chewing and then immediately spit it back out in to the bowl. When we asked what was the matter he said &quot;I pooped it out my mouth.&quot; While I tried very hard to conceal my laughter behind my hand, Joby calmly showed Brandon the chicken, blew on the food and then asked Brandon to try it again, which he did. He ate several bites of the food before declaring himself done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have failed as a mother to teach Brandon the difference between pooping and spitting something out. That problem is in the process of being corrected.</description><link>http://brandonmesser.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-dinner-conversation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (colleen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852556592027708572.post-4449489011737481168</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2008 03:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-08T22:14:41.931-05:00</atom:updated><title>October in Review</title><description>Brandon celebrated his third Halloween dressed as a Dinosaur! It was a perfect theme for him. Anyone who has spent any amount of time with him in the past year will know that his favorite music CDs are from a woman named Laurie Berkner. There is a song called &quot;We are the Dinosaurs&quot; and it pretty much was Brandon&#39;s theme song for most of the year. It took us several attempts to get him to try on his costume before Halloween. Joby finally had to hold him down and put it on him. We sound cruel! Brandon sobbed and sobbed about wearing the costume... until we held him up to the mirror and then he thought it was really funny. He laughed while crying. It was very funny. But by Halloween we couldn&#39;t get the costume on him fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was especially fun for us this year because Brandon really figured it out. By the third house he looked at me and said &quot;Now we go to the next house and get more candy?!&quot; Yeah, it was adorable. He also wouldn&#39;t let us help him carry the pumpkin when it got too heavy. He dragged it before considering letting anyone else hold his loot. He&#39;s truly a Messer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note we visited a Pumpkin Patch/Corn Maze early in the month and Brandon delighted in examining all the pumpkins. He was especially fond of the ones with all the bumps. It was also our first experience with porta-pottys... something I don&#39;t particularly look forward to experiencing again. He just couldn&#39;t comprehend why the people before him didn&#39;t &quot;flush&quot; and left us a big mess. 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