<?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-5071870475500784746</id><updated>2012-01-01T13:32:15.788Z</updated><title type='text'>Logan James Wilkieson</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Logan James Wilkeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374756255882942238</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071870475500784746.post-627407959551959532</id><published>2008-01-19T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:01:10.949Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Auntie Katie - Sorry for the delay in this update, been a busy few weeks with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Logans&lt;/span&gt; improvements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; January&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy took us out for a ride in the car I stayed awake all the time watching through the window. Still having milk through my tube. Mummy keeps giving me food, sometimes on a spoon and sometimes pieces of things. I play with it and throw it on the floor. She said I was a naughty boy! ME! Naughty! no no no. Why spend playing time eating when you can get it through a tube and read a book at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; January&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy took me out of my buggy and gave me a go on a swing. Not sure! And a slide, Liked that! Did 20 laps of the coffee table, don’t sit down much now. Like to play banging things on table, when I have emptied them out of my toy box to choose which one to bang. Like noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; January&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy still pushes me to hospital if it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t raining. Sometimes a bit of rain comes and I try to catch it but my cover stops me.  Nurses at the hospital are very pleased with me. Still see my lovely nurses but different ones give me medicine now. I am getting my tummy toy taken out next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Granny and Grandad came. Took me out in my buggy to feed ducks. Never seen real ducks before. Thousands of birds called seagulls kept putting their heads into the water to get the bread granddad threw. Some big things granny called geese followed my buggy when we walked away from the pond. I have to stay under my cover but it’s see through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; January&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me and Mummy in this flat. Very quiet, no one comes in. Went to hospital in taxi. My clever mum gives me medicine and feeds me through my tube.  Daddy coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday 3rd January&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye all my lovely nurses. Who will throw you kisses and dance for you tomorrow. You’re going to miss me. I’ll miss you too. Got to love you all, even though you have done some horrid things to me, you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; made me better. Thank you! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;XXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sad because daddy gone back. Granny &amp;amp; Grandad came and took me a ride in their grey truck to my half way house. I fell asleep. I sat on the floor and played with some on my new toys. Mummy has taken them there. My last sleep in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday 1st January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Everyone says “Happy New Year” don’t know why. Think it has something to do with me going to half way house on Thursday or Friday. Mummy &amp;amp; Daddy took me out in my buggy. I have a special cover over it and can only go to quiet places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday 31st December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy has keys to half way house. It’s a flat where we will live for a few weeks when I get out of hospital. It’s very near to hospital because I have to come back every day to start with and Mummy can bring me back quickly if I’m poorly. But I’m a good lad and won’t be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor’s told Mummy &amp;amp; Daddy that I may be able to go to half way house in next few weeks. Half way to where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a lovely time with mummy and daddy to play all day with my new toys. Feel lots and lots better. Mummy wears that sparkly ring on a chain round her neck for me to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Granny, Grandad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; Katie came today and brought more parcels. AT LAST I am allowed to play with some of the toys. They were ALL for my. Daddy even let me play with Thomas the Tank Engine. I know how to stop him going round and round the track.  Daddy bought mummy a sparkly ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Daddy came really early with lots of parcels in coloured paper. They sat me on the floor in the middle of them and showed me how to look at the label then pull the paper off. Struggle a bit to read the labels, fed up taking paper off. All the parcels have toys inside but they keep taking them away! Are they not for me? Why can’t I play with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy put me to bed in my Christmas sleep suit A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;untie&lt;/span&gt; Katie bought. We hung that key from Toni and George on the door for that Santa man to come in. Will he do my medicines tonight so nurses can have a night off. Hope he’s as quiet as them, I never really notice they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday 21st December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Daddy here today for a long time. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to go to work because of this Christmas thing. Don’t really know what it is, but a man called Santa in a red suit is on TV all the time and mummy keeps reading me books about him and some about a baby and his mummy &amp;amp; daddy in a stable. Everyone comes to see him but nobody touches him, just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny came today with a man I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t know. I watched him all the time. Mummy said he was her granddad, my great granddad. He stayed a while and I got used to him and showed him my walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandad Mike came; don’t see him often so not too sure. He brought me some keys!!! Just what I wanted. Used to have some that Max gave me but they stopped making music just after I came to hospital. These are much better they have more buttons and more tunes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5071870475500784746-627407959551959532?l=littlelogansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/627407959551959532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5071870475500784746&amp;postID=627407959551959532' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/627407959551959532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/627407959551959532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/auntie-katie-sorry-for-delay-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Logan James Wilkeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374756255882942238</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><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071870475500784746.post-1300950660582543005</id><published>2007-12-18T13:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:26:46.870Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Monday 16th December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy said I have a new friend on the internet! Is he stuck there!! He is called Harrison and is two weeks older than me but he has a similar thing to me! Mummy says he lives a long long way away but has his one Doctors and nurse to look after him! Are they are nice as mine? (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Auntie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Katie -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;see the link to Harrison's Blog below&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma came today I showed her all my new tricks, dancing, clapping, walking and blow kisses! She was very proud of me! Mummy gave her my hand painting I did for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy here today! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; seen Daddy for a long time, he said it was because he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; a snotty nose! We played toys lots and lots and showed him how to make noises with them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tummy toy all fixed! they have only put two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dangle&lt;/span&gt; things in this time! My Nurses said this is because I am getting better and a big boy like me only needs two!&lt;br /&gt;The nurses have said I need to show what a super big boy I am and start eating my food again! Then I wont need it in the magic machine. Its better out of the machine I don't have to stop playing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny came today, got me some new slippers! Not as good as my boots! Lots of people in funny clothes came, Mummy said the were from the pantomime! And I can go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; when I am older! Whats that? I want it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting more red stuff in me, it gives me more bounce! Mummy said it is because they take so much out of me each week, I would be all empty if they didn't put some back! Mummy has bought some special shoes for my feet! They make me walk I can do lots of steps now!! They make me dance better too!&lt;br /&gt;Grandad came today we had a bath with lots of splashes! He tried to give me food but told him NO!&lt;br /&gt;Football men came to see me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; all waved at me I waved back but Daddy said I wasn't allowed to give them kisses because they are the wrong team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tummy toy all broke again! Another ride in my white van !! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;yippee&lt;/span&gt;!! Wonder if they will let me sit in the front when I am a big boy !! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy gave me lots of blow kisses from everyone! Had nice cuddles with Mummy because I missed her! Showed her tricks Grandad had taught me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5071870475500784746-1300950660582543005?l=littlelogansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1300950660582543005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5071870475500784746&amp;postID=1300950660582543005' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/1300950660582543005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/1300950660582543005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/monday-16th-december-mummy-said-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Logan James Wilkeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374756255882942238</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071870475500784746.post-5564813834862824653</id><published>2007-12-10T19:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:06:28.277Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sunday 8th December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandad and Granny back again! Silly nurses put socks on my hands! I took them off because they are meant to go on  feet! Grandad said they put then on my hands because I was a naughty boy and kept pulling the food tube out of  my nose! Big splashing in  bath, I can get water everywhere if I splash hard enough! Getting good at splashing!&lt;br /&gt;Mummy back today, gave her extra blow kisses!  Toni &amp;amp; George have sent a MAGIC KEY for Santa to get into places where there is no chimney. I leave it on my outside my door for him and rudolf. Do hope I see Rudolf, someone tried to put ears like his on me. Boys don't wear reindear ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday 7th December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandad, Granny and Auntie Katie came today! Grandad looking after me so had to show him how to work my toys and things! Auntie Katie hasn't been for a while, Mummy says she had a snotty nose! Did lots of dancing for her and gave her some blow kisses!&lt;br /&gt;Had to tell Grandad off he was not putting enough water in my bath! Lots and lots of laughing and kisses for my nurses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday 6th December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big day today, I'm moving!! All my toys had to be covered, I tired now with organizing my room. Mummy says we can bring Christmas to my new room now! Can't see a chimney for Father Christmas? Can blow kisses to everyone through my window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday 5th December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny and Grandad here, Granny came on a bus and go's home with Grandad! Good bath today lots of playing and splashing, Grandad all wet again! Mummy showed Grandad how to load my machine with milk. He is looking after me at weekend! The super star (me) is getting a new room! Hope all my lovely nurses remember and come to play with me!!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of blow kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday 4th December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad day today! Lots of big sleeps. Ride in my white van!&lt;br /&gt;Mummy says goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday 3rd December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting today, made my Christmas decorations. Tummy toy fixed tomorrow. I can have a proper bath then!&lt;br /&gt;Night Nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday 2nd December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day today, I escaped again! Lots of playing on my mat!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5071870475500784746-5564813834862824653?l=littlelogansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5564813834862824653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5071870475500784746&amp;postID=5564813834862824653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/5564813834862824653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/5564813834862824653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-8th-december-grandad-and-granny.html' title=''/><author><name>Logan James Wilkeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374756255882942238</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071870475500784746.post-5344077690493920661</id><published>2007-12-02T21:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-02T21:27:12.175Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sunday 2nd December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy back!! New tummy toys on Monday or Tuesday big sleeps again and a ride in my white van. Still do my big bottle out of a machine, I only pulled my tube out two times. Mummy is trying to give me food and bottles, not interested! Toys are better!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday 1st December &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day today I played on the floor, freedom from my cot!! (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Auntie Katie - Letting Logan play on the floor is easier than it sounds! To protect him and all his parahanalia from potential infection the nurses first have to cover his cot and drawer units is protectve sheet to prvent contamination before moving these out of Logans area and placing treated mats on the floor. He is still limited as to the area he can move in as he needs to be constantly under his cooker hood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gardad and Granny here today beause Daddy has to work. Grandad helped with bathtime, I don't like baths because I can't do splashing!&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;Nighty night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday 30th November &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tummy toy are not working again, my tummy is sore where they go in. I have a toy in my foot but I can get that out so Mummy has put a 'big' sock on it. Mummy is brushing my hair, whats left! I will be a baldy soon!!&lt;br /&gt;Nurses had to help Mummy with my bath to keep my foot dry, not easy!&lt;br /&gt;Nite nite don't let the bed bugs bite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5071870475500784746-5344077690493920661?l=littlelogansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5344077690493920661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5071870475500784746&amp;postID=5344077690493920661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/5344077690493920661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/5344077690493920661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-2nd-december-daddy-back-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Logan James Wilkeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374756255882942238</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071870475500784746.post-4965229503317416858</id><published>2007-11-29T18:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:42:53.313Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday 22nd  November&lt;br /&gt;Logan no2 has gone home to day I will miss our chats. Granny and grandad here today granny came on a bus ?, she going to take me on one when I get bigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 23rd  November&lt;br /&gt;My daddy here today showed him how mummy feeds me thru a tube in my nose, this makes sure I get all my milk because if I have proper food it comes back out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday  24th  November&lt;br /&gt;Not a good day very very very tired lots of sleeps, moor red stuff tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday  25th  November&lt;br /&gt;Had my red stuff feeling better. I have to have my milk from a machine, it gives me my milk slowly allday. It helps me keep it in my tummy and not over mummy or my nurses&lt;br /&gt;Logan no2 came back today did not see him mummy did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 26th  November&lt;br /&gt;I had a good day today nothing came back out of my tummy, grandad here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 27th November&lt;br /&gt;Had to have my bath after my night sleep, grandad will miss getting wet.I have a sore tummy where my toys are, not my fault promise. Grandad has got me some boats for my bath so I pretended to be in my bath.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 28th November&lt;br /&gt;Granny came today, I moved my feets two steps all on my own!! Mummy says this is a very very good boy! My hairs are starting to go away, I will have empty bit like Grandad soon! Will I go crinkly like him soon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5071870475500784746-4965229503317416858?l=littlelogansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4965229503317416858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5071870475500784746&amp;postID=4965229503317416858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/4965229503317416858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/4965229503317416858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/thursday-22nd-november-logan-no2-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Logan James Wilkeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374756255882942238</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071870475500784746.post-2744751536507528998</id><published>2007-11-22T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T18:23:26.918Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Wednesday 21st November&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very, very tired,  just want to sleep. Eating some of my food but it takes all my bounce! Grandad here again. Had lots and lots of cuddles from Mummy and Grandad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LoganNo&lt;/span&gt;2 went somewhere to sleepy to listen, but lots of people around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; November &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling tired today. No energy to stand up and bounce. Grandad has come to help Mummy. Had nice cuddles with him to make me feel better. He played with my toys with me, I don't get as tired when Grandad helps me play. He does good playing! Tried getting pudding only again at tea time, but doesn't work with Grandad, so had to eat dinner first then pudding!&lt;br /&gt;Getting more red stuff out of a bag tomorrow! The nurses say this will give me my bounce back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; November &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of medicine today! Was sick quite a few times. Barney (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grandad's&lt;/span&gt; dog) was sick too. He had a bone from the butcher. Bone Marrow must make sickness! Doesn't bother me tho it just comes and I carry on playing while Mummy cleans it up. Tried not eating my roast chicken dinner to see what Mummy did: shook my head and told her NO! She still gave me pudding!!! Pudding's nicer than dinner! She said this is only because I am in hospital, when I'm home no pudding if I don't eat my dinner first. Telling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LoganNo&lt;/span&gt;2 all my tricks to try when he is bigger!&lt;br /&gt;Still had to have some milk poured in but I can help now, I twist the tube. Mummy can do my milk now, the nurses have shown her.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to press the button for music on my key toys. Did it for a whole hour! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LoganNo&lt;/span&gt;2 kept saying 'Again, again'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; November &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started eating properly again now. I have four teeth!! Be able to bite soon! Because I'm having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt; my tummy is full and I didn't drink enough milk so the nurses put a tube up my nose and poured my milk into me like they do with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LoganNo&lt;/span&gt;2. I wasn't scared because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LoganNo&lt;/span&gt;2 has it like that and he says it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;! Was a good boy and didn't play with my tube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; November&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a star, SUPER STAR! Hope you all saw me last night. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can't write so autographs will have to be hand prints (do them when I'm painting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On again this morning with Mummy. We might get more TV offers now! I want to be on 'Strictly'. I can do the bouncy dances, not up to moving around the floor yet, but wait till I can walk!&lt;br /&gt;Expect Mummy will do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pantene&lt;/span&gt; hair adverts!&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see me Auntie Katie is going to put them on my links! I'm with the Spice Girls (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;they're&lt;/span&gt; some stick thin women who used to sing, and one of them is married to a footballer!), Take That and our BUBBLE FOUNDATION story about Phil and Adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5071870475500784746-2744751536507528998?l=littlelogansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2744751536507528998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5071870475500784746&amp;postID=2744751536507528998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/2744751536507528998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/2744751536507528998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/wednesday-21st-november-very-very-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Logan James Wilkeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374756255882942238</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071870475500784746.post-8135489527566027766</id><published>2007-11-15T19:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T18:48:23.380Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Thurday 15th November &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny came today and brought Great Grandad. His firstst 2 boys died with what I have (SCIDS). No one knew about it then. It was a very long time ago, even Granny wasn't here then.&lt;br /&gt;It was only found (SCIDS) 20 years ago, good job Auntie Katie wasn't a boy.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy says I can watch my box tomorrow as it about Children In Need. Daddy said it is about children who arn't as lucky as me. I got lots of friends, lovely nurses and clever Doctors and I am getting the best treatment. Logan No2 might be going home next week! I wonder if I'll get a new friend! I'll miss my talks with Logan No2!&lt;br /&gt;Good night lots of kisses&lt;br /&gt;Nearly forgot I am still trying to do blow kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday 14th November &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandad back today. He could not give me my tea as I am not eating food, Mummy said it is because I am getting my front tooth I can bite then. I didn't enjoy bathing. Getting tired easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday 13th November &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt to clap my hands today and pull myself up on the bar in my cot. I keep falling when I clap and stand. Mummy sayd I am learning so I can escape.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;Night night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday 12th November &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy is here this week. Tummy toys fixed today, Daddy came with me in the white van, he sat in the front, like a big kid Mummy said. He wasn't allowed to do the dur dur &amp;amp; lights.&lt;br /&gt;Started my make better medicine today (chemo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday 11th November &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma came today. Showed her my new trick, dancing! Daddy bathed me, but Grandma couldn't see my tummy toy so I took the glove of it - Twice !!&lt;br /&gt;You can see it on the photo grandma took&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5071870475500784746-8135489527566027766?l=littlelogansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8135489527566027766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5071870475500784746&amp;postID=8135489527566027766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/8135489527566027766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/8135489527566027766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/thurday-15th-november-granny-came-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Logan James Wilkeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374756255882942238</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071870475500784746.post-5054994006696015909</id><published>2007-11-11T07:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-11T08:04:37.162Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Friday 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; November&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad day today! I went hungry all day, went for a ride &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in the&lt;/span&gt; van and sat about very bored. I normally have a big sleeps but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; today! Mummy says it is because the surgeon men were very busy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have time to sort my tummy toys out. Not a happy boy now, because I will have to go hungry again on Monday to try and get my toys mended! This means my chemo wont start till Tuesday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Daddys&lt;/span&gt; back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, I want to show Daddy my dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; November&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy back, played all day, showed him how to dance! We did lots of laughing! Mummy has gone to see Auntie Kimmy and Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jonny&lt;/span&gt;, Mummy said I have to be good for Daddy. I am always good!! I let him play with my ducks when we had a bath! Watched the dancing on the box, Daddy said it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;! I don't think it is, will ask Logan No2 later.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy said Grandma is coming to see me tomorrow, I hope she brings Auntie Amy, I can show them how I stand up and how I dance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5071870475500784746-5054994006696015909?l=littlelogansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5054994006696015909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5071870475500784746&amp;postID=5054994006696015909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/5054994006696015909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/5054994006696015909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-9-th-november-bad-day-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Logan James Wilkeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374756255882942238</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071870475500784746.post-6457596890198262481</id><published>2007-11-09T19:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:29:19.050Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Friday 2nd November &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandad and Nanny Wilkieson came today, they told me I can go and stay with them ( I got two tractors to play with now! Both my Grandad's have one) Doctor Steven has told me my tummy toy is not working again. Not me this time. Doctor Steven says it was the silly Doctor who made me sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday 3rd November&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with Mummy and Daddy all day. Watched the nice colours on the box! Mummy says it is Strictly Come Dancing. Daddy said dancing is for girls! I like the pretty colours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday 4th November&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Daddy have gone to Granny and Grandads today for dinner, Aunti Chris and her two boys are there playing with MY tractor (Grandads really) My lovely nurse had to give me dinner. I have three teeth now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday 5th November&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad day today, I have to go hungry again, ALL day so they silly doctors can get my toys working again. Late when I got back Logan No2 asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday 6th November&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Steven has told me I can start my chemo in six sleeps. My blog might not be as good next week as Auntie Katie might have to do it for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday 7th November&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy day! Man taking my photo and a lady asking lots of questions about me and THE BUBBLE FOUNDATION. they were from the Bolton Evening News. I am becoming a celeb being in the paper twice!&lt;br /&gt;Look out on Friday or Saturday for my bit in the paper. Grandad back again to help. I am tired today but had a good bath with my ducks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday 8th November&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Steven has said my tummy toy is not working again, hungry day on friday again. Mummy asked if this will delay my chemo. It has to start on Monday for eight sleeps because they have my bone marrow. They have to get it ready for me in 11 sleeps. Daddy is stopping with me next week because I might be grumpy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Nite&lt;br /&gt;lots of love and hugs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5071870475500784746-6457596890198262481?l=littlelogansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6457596890198262481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5071870475500784746&amp;postID=6457596890198262481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/6457596890198262481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/6457596890198262481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-2nd-november-grandad-and-nanny.html' title=''/><author><name>Logan James Wilkeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374756255882942238</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071870475500784746.post-3187084787107706275</id><published>2007-11-01T19:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T22:09:59.624Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Saturday 27th October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddys back today. He had to work late yesterday. Happy day. Logan No2 is awake more. He's only a baby (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Auntie Katie - LoganNo2 was born with Skid's and has never been outside, he is in the same room as Logan lives under the same conditions. Logan No2 is further along with his treatment as he has already recieved his bone marrow transplant&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday 28th October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandad, Granny and Auntie Katie came today. Grandad helped today. He's getting better at looking after me. I can still get him to do things for me. Fooled again! They all went out for dinner and left me with Katie, a learner nurse, she's very nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday 29th October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day today! My toys in my tummy do not need playing with because I am getting better. Now mummy squirts bannana medicine into my mouth. If I dont put my tongue out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday 30th October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a star today! Mummy told me I had my picture and story in the Bolton Evening News. My nurses will love me more, I can get star treatment! (More milk!!) Mummy and Daddy tell me I am a star all the time. Auntie Katie says I have loads of messages on my blog ( Still don't know what a blog is) Mummy read them all to me. They are all my friends I love them all and miss seeing them. When I am better I will promise to kiss everybody. More kisses for my girlfriends. I miss kisses! (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Auntie Katie - Logan can't recieved contact such as kisses from anyone even his mum and dad as is would pose a high risk of transfering germs&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday 31st October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandad back to help me! We had a bath, me and my ducks. Got Mummy and Grandad wet too. Mummy said I might be on TV. Mummy and Grandad said I would be like Bob The Builder on the box in the corner&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live in a box and be pushed in the slot at the bottom. Mummy said it would help THE BUBBLE FOUNDATION if I will be on the box. I will take advise of Logan No2 in his bubble next to me. I try to throw my toys at him to share, can't reach yet. We have a talk when no one is in our room.&lt;br /&gt;Grandad and Nanna Wilkieson are comming on Friday to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday 1st November&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny came today, Doctor Stephen told Mummy they have a match for my bone marrow,  four baby tubes will be tested, one will be chosen and made ready for me (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;See link&lt;/span&gt;) It might be in 14 sleeps. Mummy, Daddy, Doctors and Nurses all talk they think I don't understand but I am listening. TV cameras and paper are coming next week to interview me (The star!!) Mummy and Daddy might say something. THE BUBBLE FOUNDATION are coming to help. Mummy says I have to keep saying THE BUBBLE FOUNDATION because they are the charity who support me and provide all my things. Thank You I love them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5071870475500784746-3187084787107706275?l=littlelogansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3187084787107706275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5071870475500784746&amp;postID=3187084787107706275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/3187084787107706275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/3187084787107706275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/saturday-27th-october-daddys-back-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Logan James Wilkeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374756255882942238</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071870475500784746.post-6304751535929761466</id><published>2007-10-26T21:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T21:22:29.961+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Friday 26th October &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out very late last night at the other place, Mummy said it 2am when I got home and in bed! Is that late? It made me sleep lots, I missed my breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;I can sit up on my own now, but laughing makes me fall over. Jane has been my nurse today, she is super, she like it when I wrinkle my nose!&lt;br /&gt;My toy is back on my tummy now though, but I am not allowed to play with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5071870475500784746-6304751535929761466?l=littlelogansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6304751535929761466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5071870475500784746&amp;postID=6304751535929761466' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/6304751535929761466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/6304751535929761466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/friday-26th-october-i-was-out-very-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Logan James Wilkeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374756255882942238</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071870475500784746.post-573013870873676473</id><published>2007-10-25T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T21:24:55.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Saturday 20th October &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy has gone home to see Auntie Kim and to tidy our house. Daddy is looking after me, he said Nanna and Auntie Amy can't come and see me because they have snotty noses. I had one of them! Should I send them some of my medicine to make them better!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy pressed a button, it was magic it made ALL the doctors and nurses come and see me! As they struggled getting into their clothes they told him it was for emergencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday 21st October &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is my nurse today I like her lots, she plays silly games and pulls daft faces with me.Granny, Grandad and Auntie Katie came to see me, Granny was being silly and making me laugh. I showed Grandad all my new tricks. How to hit my ball and make it flash, Shrek dosn't flash when I hit him!! He laughs lots when I steal things through the rails of my cot. I climbed up him and made myself sooo tall!! Granny brought me some bananas, I like bananas. Mummy says its because I am a little monkey&lt;br /&gt;Mummy came back in time to give me my chips for tea, then we said bye bye to daddy when he went back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday 22nd October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy gave me bananas for my&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;breakfast, I grabbed it before she mashed it up and ate it all like a big boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday 23rd October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny came to see me today! She watched me playing with my toys. She took my Mummy away, but she brought her back later&lt;br /&gt;My nursery nurse Amanda came to play with me, we did painting! It was good, all messy!! Granny said I won't be able to do that at her house! Auntie Katie and Mummy weren't allowed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday 24th October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw my banana on the floor today, mummy said this is naughty! I played with my toys in my tummy and they came out. The lovely nurses said I was a naughty boy too, but they still smiled at me. My nice Doctor Steven said he would 'Chop my hands off' when I laughed at him. He was only joking. The nurses have put another toy in my hand, but they said it is only for 1 sleep, then they will put it back in my tummy!&lt;br /&gt;Mummy left me on my own for a bit today and I got the gloves that everyone wears out of the box, so they are ready for them! Mummy said they dont need all of them out a once and that I was a beast! I tried to give her a pair to put on!&lt;br /&gt;I have been grumpy all day, I miss my Daddy! and I dont like my toy being in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thurday 25th October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made red stuff come out of my hand today, I was playing with the toy and it came out! The toy makes lots of noise when I bash it against my cot! I went for a ride in a van with a nurse and Mummy today, I had a big sleep and now my toys are back in my tummy!&lt;br /&gt;I got to stay up very late though, Mummy says I can't do it very often. It was all dark when we came back to my home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5071870475500784746-573013870873676473?l=littlelogansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/573013870873676473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5071870475500784746&amp;postID=573013870873676473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/573013870873676473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/573013870873676473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/saturday-20th-october-mummy-has-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Logan James Wilkeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374756255882942238</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071870475500784746.post-8883263413070210695</id><published>2007-10-19T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:24:28.964+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Monday 15th October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy said Daddy has gone back to work. But he will be here when I start my Chemo because I will be grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;Still playing with nurses and with my food, good fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday 17th October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy had to go in  van for some red stuff taken out. Granny visited me, we played hide and seek. granny hide behind the gate, I laughed and Granny liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday 18th October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandad came today. he is my Mummy's second helper, nurses had to show him how to wash, he's a bit old, washing must be hard to learn&lt;br /&gt;He gave me my tea and I played around like I do with my nurses. I have to have a bath every day. Showed Grandad my toys on my tummy, Mummy has to put a glove over them when I have a bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday 19th October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurses gave me breakfast today, she gave me a big bowl full. All my nurses and doctors will decide when I will start my chemo. Mummy said it will be 12 sleeps away before I am better, I have a chest infection thats why I have tubes going in me. Mummy said they are steroids, Mummy said Daddy needs some, they make you big and strong.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy is looking after me on Saturday and Sunday so Mummy can have a rest. Nanna is coming on Saturday, hope Auntie Amy &amp;amp; Auntie Donna come too.  Grandad, Granny and Auntie Katie are coming on Sunday. I will tell her any things Mummy has not told her.&lt;br /&gt;Good nite&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5071870475500784746-8883263413070210695?l=littlelogansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8883263413070210695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5071870475500784746&amp;postID=8883263413070210695' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/8883263413070210695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/8883263413070210695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Logan James Wilkeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374756255882942238</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><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071870475500784746.post-7019068305025895603</id><published>2007-10-14T15:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T15:58:08.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Logan's Blog</title><content type='html'>This is the evolving story of our dear little Logan.  We know that a lot of you are concerned about him, so please have a look at this blog regularly, and you will be able to see the latest news as soon as we are free to put it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5071870475500784746-7019068305025895603?l=littlelogansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7019068305025895603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5071870475500784746&amp;postID=7019068305025895603' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/7019068305025895603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071870475500784746/posts/default/7019068305025895603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlelogansblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-logans-blog.html' title='Little Logan&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Logan James Wilkeson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374756255882942238</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><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
