<?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-18449508</id><updated>2011-11-11T18:40:37.071-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Me'/><category term='weaning'/><category term='talents'/><category term='Infertility'/><category term='PCOS'/><category term='meme'/><category term='Ben'/><category term='Delurking'/><category term='Colic'/><category term='Reflux'/><category term='Potty Training'/><category term='C-Section'/><category term='Winners'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Way Back Wednesday'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Tips'/><category term='Breastfeeding'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Wraps'/><category term='depression'/><category term='Give me Five Monday'/><category term='Parents'/><category term='pacifiers'/><category term='Night Terrors'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='Sickness'/><category term='preschool'/><category term='Other'/><category term='Ellie'/><category term='Organization'/><category term='hypothyroidism'/><category term='swim lessons'/><category term='Weight Watchers'/><category term='family'/><category term='video'/><category term='Obsessions'/><category term='dentist'/><category term='Jim'/><category term='Hairbows'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Giveaway'/><category term='Will'/><category term='update'/><category term='Sewing'/><title type='text'>Tiggrrl's Den</title><subtitle type='html'>Outnumbered</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-8679908402801004703</id><published>2011-11-11T18:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T18:40:37.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I've been MIA lately. I have recently fell in love with/been learning about photography and I've started a blog about it. I can barely keep up with one blog let alone two so this one will probably go on&amp;nbsp;hiatus&amp;nbsp;for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please come see me over at &lt;a href="http://www.cheekiemonkeyphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cheekie Monkey Photography&lt;/a&gt;. I'd to have some followers and please feel free to comment!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-8679908402801004703?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/8679908402801004703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=8679908402801004703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8679908402801004703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8679908402801004703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-blog.html' title='New blog'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-1616010860873775375</id><published>2011-06-02T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T16:15:33.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>More than Dryer lint</title><content type='html'>Things I have recently found in my dryer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gogoscrazybones.com/en"&gt;GoGo's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rocks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chap stick (unfortunately on more than one occasion)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a SD memory card&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a couple of &lt;a href="http://www.squinkies.com/"&gt;Squinkies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rocks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a box cutter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;coins (on the rare occasion)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dollars (on the even *rarer occasion)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rocks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;keys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a ball point pen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a small notepad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more rocks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an orange crayon. Or at least what was left of one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently I need to go through pockets more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-1616010860873775375?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/1616010860873775375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=1616010860873775375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1616010860873775375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1616010860873775375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-than-dryer-lint.html' title='More than Dryer lint'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-3131836312699099977</id><published>2011-05-19T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T09:27:35.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Pretending</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start off by saying this post is going to be a lot of rambling. I just have to get these thoughts out of my head and I figured this was the perfect place to throw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember I have always felt out of place. I don't really have a place that I fit in. Now days its the grownup world that I don't feel like I fit into. I still feel like I'm 17 and now I'm just pretending to be an adult. Sometimes I worry that someone is going to show up and call my bluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a kid in adults clothing. Pretending to be something I'm not. It's weird to be 33 (which I can never remember. It always takes me a little while to figure out how old I really am) but still feel like I'm 17. I keep wondering when that grownup feeling will kick in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 kids. I've bought 2 homes and sold 1. I've 7 owned cars. I pay bills pretty responsibly. I've been married for going on 11 years now. I'm technically an adult.&amp;nbsp;So when do I start feeling like one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-3131836312699099977?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/3131836312699099977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=3131836312699099977' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/3131836312699099977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/3131836312699099977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/05/pretending.html' title='Pretending'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-4512624964728763041</id><published>2011-05-07T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T09:21:49.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Ben and the Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;The other day I was looking into Ben's mouth and noticed that he had cracked a molar at some point. WTF?! When did that happen? I asked him about it and he said he had no idea when it broke but it did scratch his tongue every now and then. He said it didn't hurt.(But then a day or two later he started complaining that his teeth hurt.)We agreed that a dentist appointment was in order. So we were able to get him in on Tuesday the 3rd at noon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4x60yjo6vQ/TcVT0Kn9ODI/AAAAAAAABb4/mQtzipUSSNU/s1600/20110503123102-779460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603977467002697778" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4x60yjo6vQ/TcVT0Kn9ODI/AAAAAAAABb4/mQtzipUSSNU/s320/20110503123102-779460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;This isn't the first time he's been to the dentist. He had to go before Kindergarten just to get a checkup. This is the first time he's had to have any actual work done. They did the xrays. (which made him gag. But he kept trying!!) Then they brought him back to the room and the dentist looked at his tooth. He said he did need a filing and he could fit us in later that day. Daddy had some work that needed to be done as well so he would be taking Ben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;They get back to the dentist and Jim sits in the room with him until the dentist is ready. They said a lot of the time it's easier if Mom or Dad isn't in the room because then the child can focus solely on the dentist. They got &amp;nbsp;Ben taken care &amp;nbsp;of and all he wanted to do was cuddle with Daddy. Just wanted to be held. Jim got to cuddle him for a few minutes but then had to go get his work done so Ben stayed in the game room by himself. (Our dentist's office is AWESOME! It has a free arcade room for the kids. There are 6 arcade games that don't need any coins and the kids can just play in there.) But Ben didn't really want to be in there he wanted to be with his daddy. Jim was having 2 teeth extracted so he was in his room for a quite a awhile. Ben kept coming in to check on his dad. The dentist would say "Hi Ben!! Daddy's doing great. He'll be done in a few." and Ben would go back to the game room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;After they were done Ben got a little toy and they came home. Ben was Very cuddly and just wanted to lay in his bed. After about an hour he seemed to be better. Although the next day we noticed his cheek was still swollen. Turns out he must have been chewing on his cheek when he was nervous. Now, 4 days later he's still swollen and now we're pretty sure that the inside of his cheek is infected. I called the dentist today and left a message. Hopefully he will call back soon and let us know what to do for it. Poor little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;And now Ellie is obsessed with going to the dentist. She keeps telling me she needs to go. I think I'm going to schedule her for &amp;nbsp;her first appointment to see what the dentist is all about. He's a really great dentist so we will see how she does lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-4512624964728763041?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/4512624964728763041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=4512624964728763041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/4512624964728763041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/4512624964728763041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/05/ben-and-dentist.html' title='Ben and the Dentist'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4x60yjo6vQ/TcVT0Kn9ODI/AAAAAAAABb4/mQtzipUSSNU/s72-c/20110503123102-779460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-3691787673961081455</id><published>2011-05-04T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T10:10:56.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organization'/><title type='text'>Attempt at Organization Take 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uEYYz22fJkw/TcGIldZ_GRI/AAAAAAAABb0/MxL0YAGEty0/s1600/movie-clapper+copy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uEYYz22fJkw/TcGIldZ_GRI/AAAAAAAABb0/MxL0YAGEty0/s320/movie-clapper+copy.png" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Some of you may remember my last &lt;a href="http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-it-together.html"&gt;Organization Binder&lt;/a&gt;. Well I of course quit using it after awhile but I am trying to get organized again so I created a new one. I couldn't find a good organization binder for a stay at home mom. I don't really need the day broken up into hours. I needed more of a To Do list with an area to write down appointments. This is what I came up with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dne_01KLNa4/TcA0m8fmajI/AAAAAAAABbo/Jss-2zukmoU/s1600/Weekly1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dne_01KLNa4/TcA0m8fmajI/AAAAAAAABbo/Jss-2zukmoU/s320/Weekly1.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0GzJJf62UXk/TcA0rjS7skI/AAAAAAAABbs/Pj8QIpdi7DE/s1600/Weekly3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0GzJJf62UXk/TcA0rjS7skI/AAAAAAAABbs/Pj8QIpdi7DE/s320/Weekly3.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Also in the binder I have added a place for important information: Phone Numbers of &amp;nbsp;- School, Doctor, Dentist, Optometrist, etc. Plus birthdays, blood types, Insurance information, etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have monthly calendar pages so I see whats going on for the whole month at a glance. I also have extra blank pages for any notes I may have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have the whole thing spiral bound so it lays flat and can be easily opened to just one side.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm thinking of possibly making more of these for my friends. If you could create your own what else would it have? What would you remove? Any suggestions would be great! Also let me know if you'd be willing to try my prototype and give me your feedback on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-3691787673961081455?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/3691787673961081455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=3691787673961081455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/3691787673961081455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/3691787673961081455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/05/attempt-at-organization-take-2.html' title='Attempt at Organization Take 2'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uEYYz22fJkw/TcGIldZ_GRI/AAAAAAAABb0/MxL0YAGEty0/s72-c/movie-clapper+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-8335030990594563087</id><published>2011-05-01T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T09:50:12.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>3 Year Check Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUvuVmVsxPI/TbtHUGDRmGI/AAAAAAAABbg/Ivgtkx0XGdA/s1600/20110427094007-718988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601148972112648290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUvuVmVsxPI/TbtHUGDRmGI/AAAAAAAABbg/Ivgtkx0XGdA/s320/20110427094007-718988.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;Will and Ellie had their 3 year check up on Wednesday. I've been trying to get this post up since then but I couldn't get the pic from my phone to blogger and then something would come up and I would have to walk away from the computer and I'd forget about it until I sat down again but then I didn't have time to work on it so it just kept getting put off. Until now!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;Their appointment went well. It was the first well baby appointment for the twins that I've ever done by myself. I usually bring my mom so she can help with one and I deal with the other especially if they are getting shots. But my mom just got over being sick and had tons of work to catch up on. I didn't want to have to make her fit one more thing in to her schedule. (I know she would have if there was any way she could have. She has been so helpful with the twins since day 1, But I knew she had a lot going on and didn't want to add to that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;I was a little nervous because I wasn't sure how to handle both of them and shots but I figured we'd just have to make it work lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;Their stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Birth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight: 5lbs 2 oz - 3rd percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Height - 17 inches - 1st percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight - 32lbs 6oz - 58th percentile&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Height - 37 1/2 inches - 53rd percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ellie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Birth:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight: 4lbs 10 oz - 1st percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Height - 16 inches &amp;nbsp;- &amp;gt;1st percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight - 29lbs 4 oz - 35th percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Height - 37 inches - 49th percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"&gt;They sure are growing quick!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"&gt;We all survived the shots. Will got his first and I leaned over him and put my face right next to his to calm him and comfort him (since we took the paci's away a couple weeks ago. Planning Fail!!) He got the shot (thankfully it was only one) and I rocked him for a sec. Then I laid him back on table and laid Ellie next to him on the other side. I leaned over both of them, comforting them both. After she got her shot I picked them both up with their blankets and held them for a little while. Then we went out and got stickers and suckers and all was good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"&gt;It wasn't ideal but it worked and we all survived. It's interesting the way having twins changes things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-8335030990594563087?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/8335030990594563087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=8335030990594563087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8335030990594563087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8335030990594563087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/05/3-year-check-up.html' title='3 Year Check Up'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUvuVmVsxPI/TbtHUGDRmGI/AAAAAAAABbg/Ivgtkx0XGdA/s72-c/20110427094007-718988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-3505226946316387974</id><published>2011-04-28T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:41:39.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Chest Pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For the last 5 or 6 months Ben has been complaining that his chest hurts at recess. No other time of the day. Just the end of &amp;nbsp;recess. I thought maybe there was something happening at recess but I volunteer every Friday and he seems to have a great time. I thought maybe it was all the running, swinging, playing etc. But it doesn't happen after he jumps on the trampoline or rides his scooter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So we decided to make an appointment for him.&amp;nbsp;The doctor checked him out and said his breathing sounds normal and his lungs sound clear. It's most likely just pain in his chest wall. But he wanted to do an x-ray and an EKG to make sure. &amp;nbsp;He also said to put him on a half &amp;nbsp;a Zantac twice a day for a week. If it doesn't help then discontinue it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is a really crappy picture. It was taken with my cell phone. This is Ben getting the chest x-ray. The technician was great. He let Ben go back and look at the x-rays and showed him where his heart, spine and ribs are. Ben was so excited. Then he let Ben pick out a sucker. Ben does not like Root-Beer suckers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EKY5bMXNE6Y/TbmN0wWpQgI/AAAAAAAABag/uoolIFvGxeo/s1600/20110425144017-799435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600663549084516866" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EKY5bMXNE6Y/TbmN0wWpQgI/AAAAAAAABag/uoolIFvGxeo/s320/20110425144017-799435.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Then we went up for the EKG. For the record, I have never had one of these. I have never seen one done either. So I couldn't even tell him what was going to happen. (I usually prepare him for whatever appointment he has.) He likes to know what is going on and why. This time I had no info for him except "they are going to check your heart." We go in and again the technician is great. He talks to Ben throughout the whole thing telling him what he is doing and why. At the end he even let Ben help take off all of the "stickers" I took this picture of Ben and showed it to him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AfCTebkVgys/TbmTnk_PXnI/AAAAAAAABbU/3q5zFH21phU/s1600/Ben+EKG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AfCTebkVgys/TbmTnk_PXnI/AAAAAAAABbU/3q5zFH21phU/s320/Ben+EKG.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;He said "It looks like I'm going to be changed into a monster!" He thought it was pretty awesome. He gave Ben two suckers. Ben does like Bubblegum and Banana suckers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;We have another appointment in two weeks to go over the results.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-3505226946316387974?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/3505226946316387974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=3505226946316387974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/3505226946316387974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/3505226946316387974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/04/chest-pains.html' title='Chest Pains'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EKY5bMXNE6Y/TbmN0wWpQgI/AAAAAAAABag/uoolIFvGxeo/s72-c/20110425144017-799435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-393116789242746535</id><published>2011-04-27T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T17:15:45.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YrJwrnkSCOc/TbiVxTNtHII/AAAAAAAABZc/jy3VglDO1Qg/s1600/IMG_6428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YrJwrnkSCOc/TbiVxTNtHII/AAAAAAAABZc/jy3VglDO1Qg/s320/IMG_6428.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTaAvTspKdY/TbiV8pAzAoI/AAAAAAAABZg/1_FXwWY0kPM/s1600/IMG_6429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTaAvTspKdY/TbiV8pAzAoI/AAAAAAAABZg/1_FXwWY0kPM/s320/IMG_6429.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jdhZF70GUJc/TbiWHpG5tGI/AAAAAAAABZk/CmtEOJnYDXg/s1600/IMG_6430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jdhZF70GUJc/TbiWHpG5tGI/AAAAAAAABZk/CmtEOJnYDXg/s320/IMG_6430.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We lost Ben's Easter basket so he had to use a jack -o-lantern. He thought it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5fVj0n1ZgLw/TbiWS0C5ceI/AAAAAAAABZo/WEpN9wL_lpA/s1600/IMG_6431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5fVj0n1ZgLw/TbiWS0C5ceI/AAAAAAAABZo/WEpN9wL_lpA/s320/IMG_6431.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRcnPknNE0s/TbiWf3HNf_I/AAAAAAAABZs/9aKc7yNg7AM/s1600/IMG_6444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRcnPknNE0s/TbiWf3HNf_I/AAAAAAAABZs/9aKc7yNg7AM/s320/IMG_6444.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Will couldn't be bothered with finding any more eggs once he discovered they had candy in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpALYV5WrGk/TbiXF3z-qUI/AAAAAAAABZ4/LOnDGjwDjjY/s320/IMG_6461.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRHhIcv_QLI/TbiXWXyeagI/AAAAAAAABZ8/1ZyEHG9mNVU/s1600/IMG_6462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRHhIcv_QLI/TbiXWXyeagI/AAAAAAAABZ8/1ZyEHG9mNVU/s320/IMG_6462.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xF24nFfj-0M/TbiXjmuJFUI/AAAAAAAABaA/VuByOO7skaE/s1600/IMG_6463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xF24nFfj-0M/TbiXjmuJFUI/AAAAAAAABaA/VuByOO7skaE/s320/IMG_6463.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who doesn't love Peeps?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXLp5u70Uss/TbiXud_5v5I/AAAAAAAABaE/PrIu9n8KlNQ/s1600/IMG_6465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXLp5u70Uss/TbiXud_5v5I/AAAAAAAABaE/PrIu9n8KlNQ/s320/IMG_6465.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had taken away the candy and she snuck in to get more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2Gv7gSKlYE/TbiX52Q1_TI/AAAAAAAABaI/feQRciSA_ME/s1600/IMG_6468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2Gv7gSKlYE/TbiX52Q1_TI/AAAAAAAABaI/feQRciSA_ME/s320/IMG_6468.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Trying to get a nice picture before church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WdSOJqxIfcU/TbiYIQRA5RI/AAAAAAAABaM/5JDKjr23ACk/s1600/IMG_6476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WdSOJqxIfcU/TbiYIQRA5RI/AAAAAAAABaM/5JDKjr23ACk/s320/IMG_6476.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I figured out where Ben got that look from.....Like Father, Like Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rR3-MOlIYO4/TbixfUK2_zI/AAAAAAAABaU/9muMp_4qo0E/s1600/Backstreet+Jim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rR3-MOlIYO4/TbixfUK2_zI/AAAAAAAABaU/9muMp_4qo0E/s320/Backstreet+Jim.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty close to perfection :) &amp;nbsp;(at least in our house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdA_FN6nq_Y/TbiYWn2DZhI/AAAAAAAABaQ/sQG6BkGDEhs/s1600/IMG_6480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdA_FN6nq_Y/TbiYWn2DZhI/AAAAAAAABaQ/sQG6BkGDEhs/s320/IMG_6480.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-393116789242746535?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/393116789242746535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=393116789242746535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/393116789242746535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/393116789242746535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!!'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YrJwrnkSCOc/TbiVxTNtHII/AAAAAAAABZc/jy3VglDO1Qg/s72-c/IMG_6428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-6050966617985061219</id><published>2011-04-26T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T13:33:14.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Birthday party #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday party #2 was a big hit as well. This one was with Jim's side of the family. We went for an easier cake this time and since the theme was Captain America (do you know how HARD it is to find Captain America decorations?) we just went with a red white and blue theme.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LkRfQefzLIg/Tbcp58cRL4I/AAAAAAAABY8/hGVor4duGZI/s1600/Captain+America+Cake+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LkRfQefzLIg/Tbcp58cRL4I/AAAAAAAABY8/hGVor4duGZI/s320/Captain+America+Cake+1.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBQ8X7_YUg8/TbcqNtGa7HI/AAAAAAAABZA/yptWAIuRgoI/s1600/Captain+America+Cake.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBQ8X7_YUg8/TbcqNtGa7HI/AAAAAAAABZA/yptWAIuRgoI/s320/Captain+America+Cake.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We couldn't decide what to get the twins for their birthday. We didn't want to get them MORE toys. We are being slowly devoured by the amount of toys we already have. We have a really great sized backyard but there hasn't been anything for them to do in it. So we decided on a trampoline with a &lt;s&gt;cage&lt;/s&gt; net.&lt;br /&gt;Jim was still putting it together when people started arriving. Here is Jim, his dad, his cousin Eric and wife Amber helping put it together. (Thank you guys soo much!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R6N2L5uoPKY/Tbb9zUhWCoI/AAAAAAAABYI/zJLsU0pTc8A/s1600/IMG_6247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R6N2L5uoPKY/Tbb9zUhWCoI/AAAAAAAABYI/zJLsU0pTc8A/s320/IMG_6247.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;All finished!!!! Will and Ellie were the first on it and they LOVED it!! They had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w081uIwYauU/Tbb-GVgz8nI/AAAAAAAABYM/NO4ZZkum8YE/s1600/IMG_6248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w081uIwYauU/Tbb-GVgz8nI/AAAAAAAABYM/NO4ZZkum8YE/s320/IMG_6248.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandpa bought them a climbing toy. It has a telescope, steering wheel, slide and a rock wall. Grandpa and Uncle Scott putting it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dj7WzYsuIuY/Tbb-th1qYvI/AAAAAAAABYQ/ODC2iPiWorc/s1600/IMG_6255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dj7WzYsuIuY/Tbb-th1qYvI/AAAAAAAABYQ/ODC2iPiWorc/s320/IMG_6255.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Will decided he needed to check things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TLsLFKS8bC0/Tbb-5_rTyCI/AAAAAAAABYU/N6821w4kJ6s/s1600/IMG_6261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TLsLFKS8bC0/Tbb-5_rTyCI/AAAAAAAABYU/N6821w4kJ6s/s320/IMG_6261.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ellie couldn't let him be the only one. (Notice she's actually in a skirt!!! She has shorts underneath it lol) They call this their "Pirate ship"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cv4FZlA3YpA/Tbb_VdWvIOI/AAAAAAAABYY/p3LRYqse2aE/s1600/IMG_6265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cv4FZlA3YpA/Tbb_VdWvIOI/AAAAAAAABYY/p3LRYqse2aE/s320/IMG_6265.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Auntie Kate showed everyone how to do flips. I love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qMybBjN0uG0/Tbb_la6zcMI/AAAAAAAABYc/yrH09ABx0LQ/s1600/IMG_6274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qMybBjN0uG0/Tbb_la6zcMI/AAAAAAAABYc/yrH09ABx0LQ/s320/IMG_6274.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Time for the cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3CNz-jURo-s/Tbb_w1fbiAI/AAAAAAAABYg/9oCf6zXTOOQ/s1600/IMG_6302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3CNz-jURo-s/Tbb_w1fbiAI/AAAAAAAABYg/9oCf6zXTOOQ/s320/IMG_6302.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dNodKdftXXQ/Tbb_7YcgY3I/AAAAAAAABYk/v7mrOmAYQxw/s1600/IMG_6308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dNodKdftXXQ/Tbb_7YcgY3I/AAAAAAAABYk/v7mrOmAYQxw/s320/IMG_6308.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kvTpSnzR1UU/TbcAGn6ugaI/AAAAAAAABYo/Og7Q9RLz6oI/s1600/IMG_6342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kvTpSnzR1UU/TbcAGn6ugaI/AAAAAAAABYo/Og7Q9RLz6oI/s320/IMG_6342.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KRkivsbVxFk/TbcATs8AaII/AAAAAAAABYs/UALwzMU98oM/s1600/IMG_6343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KRkivsbVxFk/TbcATs8AaII/AAAAAAAABYs/UALwzMU98oM/s320/IMG_6343.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-En7KiXy8f4I/TbcAe3HbVFI/AAAAAAAABYw/AU38mcDzqX8/s1600/IMG_6347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-En7KiXy8f4I/TbcAe3HbVFI/AAAAAAAABYw/AU38mcDzqX8/s320/IMG_6347.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Birthday Will and Ellie! We are so blessed to have you as a part of our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-6050966617985061219?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/6050966617985061219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=6050966617985061219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/6050966617985061219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/6050966617985061219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/04/birthday-party-2.html' title='Birthday party #2'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LkRfQefzLIg/Tbcp58cRL4I/AAAAAAAABY8/hGVor4duGZI/s72-c/Captain+America+Cake+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-7756316482209262742</id><published>2011-04-24T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T08:03:20.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pacifiers'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Paci's!!!</title><content type='html'>I have another post to write about the 2nd birthday party but I felt this was blog worthy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have gotten rid of the paci's!! I know they are 3 now and probably should have given them up a year or two ago (or in some people's opinions 3 years ago) but Paci's were such a comfort to them that I couldn't bear to take them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will has pretty much used one from day one. It helped a lot when the reflux was really bad. In the beginning the paci was almost bigger than his head. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qx1uhBy5Y_g/TbQ1PuaS_PI/AAAAAAAABXk/WLwVe8wN9Sk/s1600/100_4798.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qx1uhBy5Y_g/TbQ1PuaS_PI/AAAAAAAABXk/WLwVe8wN9Sk/s320/100_4798.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lvmX8aSCj4/TbQ1S8O4YLI/AAAAAAAABXo/CYWfcGp5T8U/s1600/100_4956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lvmX8aSCj4/TbQ1S8O4YLI/AAAAAAAABXo/CYWfcGp5T8U/s320/100_4956.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ellie used hers more as something to chew on. We got to a point during the first year that we rarely even gave her one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHb0nrZquVc/TbQ1ZS3rYHI/AAAAAAAABXs/ryTe1-Dm9jg/s1600/100_5817.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHb0nrZquVc/TbQ1ZS3rYHI/AAAAAAAABXs/ryTe1-Dm9jg/s320/100_5817.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then at about a year she decided to see what the fuss was about and started stealing them from Will. From that point on she was hooked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHknmRGCbYs/TbQ4QsBJICI/AAAAAAAABX8/M1edxnqSquo/s1600/IMG_3872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHknmRGCbYs/TbQ4QsBJICI/AAAAAAAABX8/M1edxnqSquo/s320/IMG_3872.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fast forward - now they are three and its time to get rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L35O3AL2xos/TbQ1kPjnaKI/AAAAAAAABXw/-6vkIkPmg1M/s1600/IMG_4198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L35O3AL2xos/TbQ1kPjnaKI/AAAAAAAABXw/-6vkIkPmg1M/s320/IMG_4198.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oK4KcwTD1Rs/TbQ1tsTazaI/AAAAAAAABX0/lBUoaRp51mo/s1600/IMG_4205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oK4KcwTD1Rs/TbQ1tsTazaI/AAAAAAAABX0/lBUoaRp51mo/s320/IMG_4205.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4VQFdlfSrs/TbQ156_oRdI/AAAAAAAABX4/os0zh6eB7g0/s1600/IMG_4208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4VQFdlfSrs/TbQ156_oRdI/AAAAAAAABX4/os0zh6eB7g0/s320/IMG_4208.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Although Will started out way more dependent on them Ellie quickly caught up in dependence. I built it up for awhile. Telling them that on their birthday we were going to give them to Captain America so he could give them to babies who needed them. They were really excited about this. So bedtime comes on their birthday and we put them to bed without the paci's. they cried for about 15 minutes and fell asleep. I thought "that was easy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 1:00am comes around. Ellie wakes up screaming/crying for her paci. She's not a big girl. She doesn't care if big girl's get to go on the trampoline. She doesn't care that big girls get to color and play outside. She's a baby and wants her paci. We are up for an hour and a half and she finally falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next evening she loses her mind every time something offends her. She just wants her paci. We hold strong. They fall asleep within 15 minutes again. This time they sleep through the night. (although at 5:30am I wake up to Will in our bed. No thank you! Our bed is full. We are still trying to get Ben out of it. - Another post all together.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it has been a week since we took them. They are doing pretty well. Anytime she gets upset she still wants her paci. But we've been able to distract her for the most part. They even found two paci's around the house and I was able to take them away without too much drama. I know they will continue to find them. (There are probably 50 paci's lost around our house. There seems to be a paci black hole that they would get sucked into so we would constantly be buying more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up: Potty training!!! Any tips/tricks would be totally appreciated!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-7756316482209262742?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/7756316482209262742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=7756316482209262742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/7756316482209262742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/7756316482209262742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/04/goodbye-pacis.html' title='Goodbye Paci&apos;s!!!'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qx1uhBy5Y_g/TbQ1PuaS_PI/AAAAAAAABXk/WLwVe8wN9Sk/s72-c/100_4798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-4430323537644415204</id><published>2011-04-19T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T14:16:32.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Birthday Party Number 1</title><content type='html'>Since both our families live so close to each other, have so many people and I get overwhelmed easily, we decided to do two separate parties for the twins. One with my family and one with Jim's family. Last year we had everyone at our house and ended up with 52 people!! Needless to say I was quite overwhelmed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will and Ellie's &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I'm trying to not call them "the Babies" or "the Twins" but that is another post entirely)&lt;/span&gt; birthday was actually on Sunday. We decided to do&amp;nbsp;the first&amp;nbsp;party on Friday night at my parents house. My older sister and her family were in town so we got to celebrate with them as well which was really nice. We had a BBQ and then cake and ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do a different theme for each party since Will and Ellie are SOOO DIFFERENT! I &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(moronically)&lt;/span&gt; thought this would be easier.&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (I have NO idea why I thought this would be easier. Nor do I have any idea why I thought two parties would be any less overwhelming than one giant party)&lt;/span&gt; So Friday's theme was Thomas the Train. I found a really cute Thomas the Train cake that didn't look tooo hard. Here is my attempt at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3YexoT9Cug/Ta3ivVdQmII/AAAAAAAABXA/8-SL2XRbUAQ/s1600/IMG_6144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3YexoT9Cug/Ta3ivVdQmII/AAAAAAAABXA/8-SL2XRbUAQ/s320/IMG_6144.JPG" width="213px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLjQqMYCB64/Ta3AO2Hr18I/AAAAAAAABW4/dtwFBRn3Pr0/s1600/IMG_6143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLjQqMYCB64/Ta3AO2Hr18I/AAAAAAAABW4/dtwFBRn3Pr0/s320/IMG_6143.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Will was so excited about his cake that he sang himself "Happy Birthday" then wanted me to give it to him lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kids had tons of fun playing in Grandma and Grandpa's backyard. They have an acre so there is tons of room to play. They got to jump on the trampoline and play on the playhouse. They also did races and generally just chased each other around. There were a total of 12 cousins there. Ranging in age from 7 months to 15 years. They all get along really well which makes it so much easier :) Here's some pictures from the party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will on one of the play toys in the backyard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3_6ZD53RqY/Ta3i8MkiESI/AAAAAAAABXE/6OOYPr2XPGU/s1600/IMG_6164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3_6ZD53RqY/Ta3i8MkiESI/AAAAAAAABXE/6OOYPr2XPGU/s320/IMG_6164.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Big Brother. I just love this picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HbURCOp4Q1I/Ta3jGNgMsuI/AAAAAAAABXI/JcK4o24nWfk/s1600/IMG_6175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HbURCOp4Q1I/Ta3jGNgMsuI/AAAAAAAABXI/JcK4o24nWfk/s320/IMG_6175.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday girl waiting for cake!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hawvGhyVyS8/Ta3pX1w-TnI/AAAAAAAABXc/QRWYk_Vc-Po/s1600/IMG_6222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hawvGhyVyS8/Ta3pX1w-TnI/AAAAAAAABXc/QRWYk_Vc-Po/s320/IMG_6222.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Both waiting for cake. (apparently we couldn't get them to look at our camera. Not one picture had them both lookingat ours. My dad was on that side so I'm hoping he got a ton lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J_YNPb31ZMM/Ta3jdonB4sI/AAAAAAAABXQ/cs_tvkjuXbg/s1600/IMG_6208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J_YNPb31ZMM/Ta3jdonB4sI/AAAAAAAABXQ/cs_tvkjuXbg/s320/IMG_6208.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Blowing out the candles! They did great. They blew them out on their own! So big!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cwxk4bagC-4/Ta3pLtwIJ4I/AAAAAAAABXY/m3ivUoGpdP4/s1600/IMG_6219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cwxk4bagC-4/Ta3pLtwIJ4I/AAAAAAAABXY/m3ivUoGpdP4/s320/IMG_6219.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daddy playing with his new Itouch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wBVwNSNgOFE/Ta3jQulu1jI/AAAAAAAABXM/LW1TMbZ-L2E/s1600/IMG_6178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wBVwNSNgOFE/Ta3jQulu1jI/AAAAAAAABXM/LW1TMbZ-L2E/s320/IMG_6178.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-4430323537644415204?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/4430323537644415204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=4430323537644415204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/4430323537644415204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/4430323537644415204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/04/birthday-party-number-1.html' title='Birthday Party Number 1'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3YexoT9Cug/Ta3ivVdQmII/AAAAAAAABXA/8-SL2XRbUAQ/s72-c/IMG_6144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-533366095282580553</id><published>2011-04-19T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:30:58.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Giveaway Pictures</title><content type='html'>Really quick (since I want to get to the birthday posts)&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures of the prizes. I know Abby already received hers and I'm hoping Lori got hers already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made these two necklaces with both of you in mind and I hope you enjoy them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJTd287mYQY/Ta23MT-kszI/AAAAAAAABWw/6O-oA1kIcg0/s1600/20110415082149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJTd287mYQY/Ta23MT-kszI/AAAAAAAABWw/6O-oA1kIcg0/s320/20110415082149.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lori's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2ucb8dw41Y/Ta23SNzC8CI/AAAAAAAABW0/hkCYL3pRTck/s1600/20110415082208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2ucb8dw41Y/Ta23SNzC8CI/AAAAAAAABW0/hkCYL3pRTck/s320/20110415082208.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(sorry about the quality of the pictures. I forgot to take them at home so I had to use my cell phone lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm planning to do another giveaway soon! ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-533366095282580553?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/533366095282580553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=533366095282580553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/533366095282580553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/533366095282580553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/04/giveaway-pictures.html' title='Giveaway Pictures'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJTd287mYQY/Ta23MT-kszI/AAAAAAAABWw/6O-oA1kIcg0/s72-c/20110415082149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-3328004192139636352</id><published>2011-04-15T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T14:41:46.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to let Abby and Lori know I mail off their prizes today. Let me know when you get them so I can upload pictures of them. I want them to be a surprise so I can't do it yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/04/cursed.html"&gt;Curse&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;has struck again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put rug&amp;nbsp;B back out in the living room&amp;nbsp;three days ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the dog barfed on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done with rugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-3328004192139636352?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/3328004192139636352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=3328004192139636352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/3328004192139636352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/3328004192139636352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-673422073038548254</id><published>2011-04-14T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T17:25:05.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infertility'/><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>I have found as a parent you have to throw out all your expectations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you have kids (as least this is true for me) I KNEW exactly how things were going to be. &lt;br /&gt;My kids wouldn't be THOSE kids. Mine would listen and never talk back. They would be confident and self assured. They would eat everything I told them to. They would have perfect teeth and sleep all through the night from day one. They would never throw tantrums, especially not in the store. They would always stay near the cart and never whine. They wouldn't have pacifiers after the first year. They would would be potty trained by two. &lt;br /&gt;My girls would be girlie. They would love to dress up in pretty dresses. They would play with barbies and babies, They would love princess movies and all things princess-ey. But they would be tough. They would be able defend themselves as well. &lt;br /&gt;My boys would be tough too. They would love cars and superheros. They would love to build things. They would love bugs and dogs. But they would be sweet. They would bring me flowers and give me kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to all of this I knew that even if they weren't exactly what I expected I could at least control me. I knew that because I had gone through infertility and desperately wanted these precious children, that I would always be loving and patient with them. I wouldn't yell or scream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said you have to throw out all of your expectations. There are many times that my children really are THOSE children. They do throw tantrums, even in the store. I am routinuely outnumbered so I do lose my patience with them more than I'd like to admit. They are some of the world's pickiest eaters. The twins still have pacifiers (although they know Saturday is the last day for them) They aren't potty trained. (We are slowly working on that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie is no where near a girlie girl lol. She hates dresses, princesses, barbies, and baby dolls (most of the time). She loves Captain America, superheros, ninjas, zombies, pirates, swords, guns, and the color pink. She is tougher than tough. She is my daredevil who will usually try anything. She is a spitfire and is my child who loves "potty talk." She thinks the word poop is HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to bother&amp;nbsp; me a little that Ellie wasn't as girlie as I had expected, but it doesn't bother me anymore. I'd still love to dress her in pretty dresses but I get such a kick out of seeing what she comes up with. She's so much fun. There"s never a dull moment around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isnt what I expected but I couldn't imagine it any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-673422073038548254?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/673422073038548254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=673422073038548254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/673422073038548254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/673422073038548254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/04/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-4013130353487245567</id><published>2011-04-13T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:05:59.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Way Back Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Way Back Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Way Back Wednesday: About to Pop&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TWiSmsc5FTs/TaYXKiaDKSI/AAAAAAAABWo/Q4lFhj8ulDw/s1600/100_4571.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TWiSmsc5FTs/TaYXKiaDKSI/AAAAAAAABWo/Q4lFhj8ulDw/s320/100_4571.jpg" width="320" height="240" r6="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dateline:&lt;/strong&gt; April 2008 &lt;strong&gt;Ben's Age&lt;/strong&gt;: 2 1/2 &lt;strong&gt;Twin's Gest age:&lt;/strong&gt; 34 weeks This was taken at 34 weeks pregnant with the twins. At this point I measured over 5 feet AROUND. I love Ben's expression in this picture. He was so excited for the babies to be here. I was so exhausted and tired at this point. I was ready for them to be here but I also knew how much I would miss feeling them move inside. I knew it was my last pregnancy so I tried to enjoy it (as much as any 34 week-pregnant-with-twins mom can) &lt;strong&gt;C'mon....play along with Way Back When-esday! Click the picture below to see who else is participating.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://twinfatuation.blogspot.com/2011/04/way-back-when-esday-essence-of-three.html" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O5oYsiDn3nU/TaYbi93gXQI/AAAAAAAABWs/nnkHSdkb8qM/s1600/twinfatuationlogo.jpg" r6="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winners&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;There were actually two winners of the "Guess the Movie line" in my last post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lori &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;actually answered it first but it was on Facebook. She said "&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;I think I know the movie quote..Was it from Clue? Could be wrong but that popped into my head lol"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;The first comment was from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who said: Argh!! How frustrating (and a little funny!). :D The quote is from CLUE!! Love that movie. One of the best parts? "Let us out, let us out!" "Let us in, let us in!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;Since you were both right I'm gonna send you both something :) I'm not going to be able to send them out until Friday when I can get to the post office alone. lol I will post pictures of the prizes next week after they get them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;I may be doing another giveaway in the near future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-4013130353487245567?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/4013130353487245567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=4013130353487245567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/4013130353487245567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/4013130353487245567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/04/way-back-wednesday_13.html' title='Way Back Wednesday'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TWiSmsc5FTs/TaYXKiaDKSI/AAAAAAAABWo/Q4lFhj8ulDw/s72-c/100_4571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-1534395394881996899</id><published>2011-04-09T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T11:13:15.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Cursed</title><content type='html'>We have one spot in our house that seems to be cursed. I thought at first it was the rug but it seems I am wrong. (these are actually old pictures but you get the hint.)&lt;br /&gt;Here is the spot in question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsW5Fbk2Z-g/TaCat1EK_pI/AAAAAAAABWY/90peZ-o5UtI/s1600/Cursed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsW5Fbk2Z-g/TaCat1EK_pI/AAAAAAAABWY/90peZ-o5UtI/s320/Cursed.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Originally we thought a rug would look nice here. So we went to Target to purchase a nice rug. (actually two, one for the other room as well but you will meet that rug later in this story. He is an intrical part. Why I consider the rug a&amp;nbsp;he I'm not really&amp;nbsp;sure but we'll just go with it for the sake of&amp;nbsp;continuing...)&amp;nbsp;Lovely rug. Great colors. Its actually a little brighter than it looks in this picture. The colors are deep but not this dark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AOGDxsTUhHw/TaCa3cPa1II/AAAAAAAABWc/-Nwdg7FCqJ8/s1600/Rug+A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AOGDxsTUhHw/TaCa3cPa1II/AAAAAAAABWc/-Nwdg7FCqJ8/s320/Rug+A.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿We have this rug for awhile with no incidents. Then Will gets sick and barfs on it. So the rug gets taken out to be washed. And since we are really on top of things and don't like to procrastinate, the rug sits in the garage for approximately 3 months. Then I accepted an offer to have a demonstration on a Kirby vacuum cleaner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(Mind you I knew I wasn't going to buy a $2500 vacuum cleaner - even if they could discount it to $1300 because seriously who has that much for a vacuum cleaner? I will say I am impressed with that vacuum and if I ever have that amount of money to blow on a vacuum you know which one I'd be buying. But back to my story which has already way longer than it needs to be.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So the nice gentleman comes in an cleans both rugs for free! Woohoo!!! I can finally get my rug back in place. So rug gets moved back in and everything looks great again. Then the babies (who aren't babies anymore. They turn 3! can you believe it 3?! in 11 days!!!) get sick. Very sick. Will was first and almost immediately threw up on the rug. So the rug gets moved back to its spot in the garage until the time comes that we can wash it. (mind you this was January that they got sick.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So last week we are going to have people over and I am cleaning the house. I decide we need a rug back in the family room because it will make it look cozier and that's where everyone hangs out anyway. So I move rug B&amp;nbsp; (remember him? Here's a pic of him. Isn't he nice looking. Beautiful cream color. Again lighter in real life than it shows in the picture) from the living room into the family room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iwVKPnml1ak/TaCa9DqJU0I/AAAAAAAABWg/jaOYPGIgdhg/s1600/Rug+B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iwVKPnml1ak/TaCa9DqJU0I/AAAAAAAABWg/jaOYPGIgdhg/s320/Rug+B.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That very night, Molly (our new dog) barfs on the rug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to make a long story short...&lt;br /&gt;Too Late! &lt;br /&gt;{oooh, what movie is that from?! First person to guess correctly will win some sort of prize.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rug B is now sitting next to Rug&amp;nbsp;A in the garage for a yet undetermined time.&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsW5Fbk2Z-g/TaCat1EK_pI/AAAAAAAABWY/90peZ-o5UtI/s1600/Cursed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsW5Fbk2Z-g/TaCat1EK_pI/AAAAAAAABWY/90peZ-o5UtI/s320/Cursed.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-1534395394881996899?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/1534395394881996899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=1534395394881996899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1534395394881996899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1534395394881996899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/04/cursed.html' title='Cursed'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsW5Fbk2Z-g/TaCat1EK_pI/AAAAAAAABWY/90peZ-o5UtI/s72-c/Cursed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-1621494906323111416</id><published>2011-04-08T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T08:01:05.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Rejection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ben had a rough day yesterday he got put in time out in his room twice. The first time I found this note coming out from under his door. I love his spelling. Let me translate for you "No Mom Allowed" I have to admit I giggled when I saw it. It was so adorable. (I didn't let him see me giggle.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiDXdfk-BlU/TZ8hyN2TPJI/AAAAAAAABWQ/uuYR3yW1Ywo/s320/No+Mom+Ulaood.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;Later he got put in time out again in his room and this time the note was even harsher. Translation - "No Mom Ever Allowed" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oINBi-suWwo/TZ8hzSZLjzI/AAAAAAAABWU/btR2g26EFNg/s1600/never+allowed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oINBi-suWwo/TZ8hzSZLjzI/AAAAAAAABWU/btR2g26EFNg/s320/never+allowed.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love that he is using his writing skills. I&amp;nbsp;know he doesn't mean it and in fact it just&amp;nbsp;makes me smile. (It probably shouldn't though. I probably should feel some twinge of pain over the rejection but I&amp;nbsp;don't because I know in 5 minutes he will love me again and I will be allowed in back in his room)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how I love my growing boy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-1621494906323111416?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/1621494906323111416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=1621494906323111416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1621494906323111416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1621494906323111416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/04/rejection.html' title='Rejection'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiDXdfk-BlU/TZ8hyN2TPJI/AAAAAAAABWQ/uuYR3yW1Ywo/s72-c/No+Mom+Ulaood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-2477429579919932214</id><published>2011-04-06T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T08:21:33.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Way Back Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Way Back Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I love going back through old pictures on my computer. I have them sorted by year then by month. Routinely I will go back and see what happened a year ago on this day or two years ago or three, etc. I thought this would be the perfect thing to participate in. Cheryl over at &lt;a href="http://twinfatuation.blogspot.com/2011/04/way-back-when-esday-basketball-babies.html"&gt;Twinfatuation&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;hosts&amp;nbsp;Way Back Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;(I'm cheating a little and doing 5 picutres instead of&amp;nbsp;1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wbvkpy93sAM/TZyBryalqxI/AAAAAAAABWM/2NMo6IOF19U/s1600/IM000194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wbvkpy93sAM/TZyBryalqxI/AAAAAAAABWM/2NMo6IOF19U/s320/IM000194.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dateline:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; April 4, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ben's Age:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 5 months&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at our house in Phoenix right before we moved back to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46TUW8nYm5M/TZx6GOr71rI/AAAAAAAABV8/ZRQLCXXDrKA/s1600/000_0088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46TUW8nYm5M/TZx6GOr71rI/AAAAAAAABV8/ZRQLCXXDrKA/s320/000_0088.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dateline: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;April 6, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ben's Age: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 1/2 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ben and his cousin Evan when we were living in the guest house in my parents backyard.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VA4sgCjGq4A/TZx6OZJLXMI/AAAAAAAABWA/lNwnXnTxK-8/s1600/100_4590.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VA4sgCjGq4A/TZx6OZJLXMI/AAAAAAAABWA/lNwnXnTxK-8/s320/100_4590.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dateline:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; April 5, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ben's Age:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 2 1/2 years old&lt;br /&gt;Ben and his new room. We decided to move Ben into our room right before the twins were born. We figured since we only had 2 rooms it would actually be easier to have them in their own room. He loved his new room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfUK02gs0hQ/TZx6qsn59cI/AAAAAAAABWE/27AbtErcgD8/s1600/IMG_1449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfUK02gs0hQ/TZx6qsn59cI/AAAAAAAABWE/27AbtErcgD8/s320/IMG_1449.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dateline:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; April 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twin's Age:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 11 days shy of 1 year&lt;br /&gt;Watching tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JmRIkriDuEA/TZx9MDdkL-I/AAAAAAAABWI/dZ_fEHH9b00/s1600/IMG_2756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JmRIkriDuEA/TZx9MDdkL-I/AAAAAAAABWI/dZ_fEHH9b00/s320/IMG_2756.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dateline:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; April 4, 2009﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ben's Age:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 4 1/2 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twin's Age:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 13 days shy of 2 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Easter morning. I love Ellie's expression in this picture. This is Will's first train. We started an obsession that morning lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-2477429579919932214?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/2477429579919932214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=2477429579919932214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/2477429579919932214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/2477429579919932214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/04/way-back-wednesday.html' title='Way Back Wednesday'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wbvkpy93sAM/TZyBryalqxI/AAAAAAAABWM/2NMo6IOF19U/s72-c/IM000194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-6175072217275741757</id><published>2011-04-05T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:58:48.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty Training'/><title type='text'>Potty Training and other Changes</title><content type='html'>One of my least favorite parts of being a mommy is Potty Training. So you can imagine my dread when we had twins, knowing that I would have to do it with both of them at the same time. (Which is probably why the twins are almost 3 and aren't potty trained yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it looks like we are on our way. Two things surprised me about Potty Training. #1 I'm not doing them both together. They decided to do it one at a time. One of them is more ready than the other one. Which leads us to surprise #2. Will is the one who is ready first. We were pretty sure it was going to be Ellie. But she doesn't really have any interest in it. Will on the other hand wants to go all the time (usually right after I take his diaper off to change him) He hasn't pooped on the toilet yet but he's doing pretty good with pee. I think tomorrow we are actually going to try underwear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to give Ellie a little bit more time. She's starting to get interested so hopefully when Will is done She will be ready to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up - getting rid of pacifiers. They already know that on their birthday we are getting rid of them. We talk about it all the time. I'm trying to prepare them for it. Its not going to be fun but it's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who read my blog on reader, I updated it, Come check it out and tell me what you think. It's totally different. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-6175072217275741757?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/6175072217275741757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=6175072217275741757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/6175072217275741757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/6175072217275741757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/04/potty-training-and-other-changes.html' title='Potty Training and other Changes'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-190826034802502199</id><published>2011-04-04T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T08:07:04.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Over protective Mom</title><content type='html'>I have come to realize I am an overprotective mom. I hate having my children out of my sight (execpt with people I trust 100%) If we are in the store and they walk a little too far down the aisle ahead of me I start to panic. I don't like to have them go to friends houses without me. This isn't really a problem yet because Ben's only 5 so it doesn't really happen yet. But I don't see it getting any better when he gets older. I don't like to take walks with them or take them to the park because its really overwhelming for me to keep all three of them within my reach at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logically I know the chance of someone reaching out and grabbing them is rare but my illogical/emotional brain can't understand that. I am jealous of easy going laid back parents who can let their children run free. I feel like I am doing a disservice to my kids by not letting them have a little more room. I just don't know how to fix this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty safe in our house. I can let them be a little more free. I just wish I knew how to do it outside. Don't get me wrong I have no desire to just let them completely run amok. I don't want my kids to be "those kids" but I would like to trust the outside world a little bit more. To at least be able to take them for walks or to the park without being convinced, if they are more than 6 or 8 feet from me, that someone is going to drive up and kidnap them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me I'm not the only mom like this. And if you have any advice I'd LOVE to hear it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-190826034802502199?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/190826034802502199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=190826034802502199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/190826034802502199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/190826034802502199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/04/over-protective-mom.html' title='Over protective Mom'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-1757872340940154475</id><published>2011-03-28T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T17:44:31.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Not babies anymore - Part 3, Ellie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2TvjwcjfPmU/TZDP4OGkaTI/AAAAAAAABU8/pPgo48_m7yI/s1600/IMG_5601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2TvjwcjfPmU/TZDP4OGkaTI/AAAAAAAABU8/pPgo48_m7yI/s320/IMG_5601.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And now for our little Princess who loves all things gir..... LOL I can't even finish the sentence. She is also almost 3. She loves Superheroes and hates princesses. Her favorite superhero is Captain America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HRClw-e_5ek/TZEAPv7PPhI/AAAAAAAABVI/OAOvvXO0zBo/s1600/IMG_4309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HRClw-e_5ek/TZEAPv7PPhI/AAAAAAAABVI/OAOvvXO0zBo/s320/IMG_4309.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She hates Barbies and pretty dresses. She does love the color pink and Backyardigans. She is constantly making faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6BQ15nfJN64/TZEA5X-bVDI/AAAAAAAABVM/tTbWEsEILQo/s1600/IMG_5524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6BQ15nfJN64/TZEA5X-bVDI/AAAAAAAABVM/tTbWEsEILQo/s320/IMG_5524.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APL654mXC0Y/TZEXV9fOp7I/AAAAAAAABVU/9-0JNufHM4o/s1600/IMG_5597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APL654mXC0Y/TZEXV9fOp7I/AAAAAAAABVU/9-0JNufHM4o/s320/IMG_5597.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cro3yfo6gfI/TZEXwVOnzyI/AAAAAAAABVY/VOko05X49OI/s1600/IMG_5623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cro3yfo6gfI/TZEXwVOnzyI/AAAAAAAABVY/VOko05X49OI/s320/IMG_5623.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_lSURSC0SSA/TZEq1Kv04WI/AAAAAAAABVc/dQWneWsrqL0/s1600/IMG_5628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_lSURSC0SSA/TZEq1Kv04WI/AAAAAAAABVc/dQWneWsrqL0/s320/IMG_5628.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is quite the fiesty one. She's totally full of personality and has an attitude twice her size. She has a temper to match her hair but can be the sweetest little girl when she comes up and hugs me with both arms around my neck and says "I love you Mommy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is so much fun and there's never a dull moment with these 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I sure do love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-1757872340940154475?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/1757872340940154475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=1757872340940154475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1757872340940154475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1757872340940154475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-babies-anymore-part-3-ellie.html' title='Not babies anymore - Part 3, Ellie'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2TvjwcjfPmU/TZDP4OGkaTI/AAAAAAAABU8/pPgo48_m7yI/s72-c/IMG_5601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-5682537390517807468</id><published>2011-03-28T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T11:11:04.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Not babies anymore - Part 2, Will</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6cu-n1Z5YE/TZCrKYgkekI/AAAAAAAABUk/oqvT5MMvZ3s/s1600/IMG_5606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6cu-n1Z5YE/TZCrKYgkekI/AAAAAAAABUk/oqvT5MMvZ3s/s320/IMG_5606.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Will is going to be 3 next month. I can't believe it. It seems like just yesterday we brought them home from the hospital, but it also seems like a lifetime ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Will is our sensitive child. He keeps to himself. He can play for hours (maybe not really HOURS but quite awhile) with his Thomas the Train set by himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1fYYQkbjdAA/TZCrahFHU5I/AAAAAAAABUo/rqBPvD4YmEo/s1600/IMG_5642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1fYYQkbjdAA/TZCrahFHU5I/AAAAAAAABUo/rqBPvD4YmEo/s320/IMG_5642.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He loves our new dog (yea we got a dog...thats a whole nother "What were you thinking" post lol) He loves my ITouch and knows how to connect to youtube to watch his "Green Anaconda" "Umbrella Bird" or "The Lion sleeps at Night" video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We are planning to start potty training him soon. He seems to be ready. Which was a surprise. We were pretty sure Ellie would be first but she doesn't really even care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He loves his Grandpa and is pretty sure he hung the moon. He also loves Grandpa's ITouch and Grandpa's Truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sdykfm2X5KE/TZDNkKH3iuI/AAAAAAAABU0/CS-92p5Hhb0/s1600/IMG_5650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sdykfm2X5KE/TZDNkKH3iuI/AAAAAAAABU0/CS-92p5Hhb0/s320/IMG_5650.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hudwqX0HlMI/TZDL7-h2VoI/AAAAAAAABUw/laS-FxSonSQ/s1600/IMG_5466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hudwqX0HlMI/TZDL7-h2VoI/AAAAAAAABUw/laS-FxSonSQ/s320/IMG_5466.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He has an awesome sense of humor and loves to make people laugh. He is quite the michevious one as well. He loves to hide from us and is constantly running away during diaper changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eDw1zbokVHI/TZDN1Gf6gYI/AAAAAAAABU4/JPqSRx90fIc/s1600/IMG_5682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eDw1zbokVHI/TZDN1Gf6gYI/AAAAAAAABU4/JPqSRx90fIc/s320/IMG_5682.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love my sweet little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-5682537390517807468?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/5682537390517807468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=5682537390517807468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/5682537390517807468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/5682537390517807468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-babies-anymore-part-2-will.html' title='Not babies anymore - Part 2, Will'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6cu-n1Z5YE/TZCrKYgkekI/AAAAAAAABUk/oqvT5MMvZ3s/s72-c/IMG_5606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-8494628889402952833</id><published>2011-03-28T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T08:13:52.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Not babies anymore - Part 1, Ben</title><content type='html'>I figured since my last couple post have been more AAM (all about me) posts I do one that just focused on the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are growing so quickly!!! I can't believe I don't have babies anymore. They are officially "big kids"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ben is now 5. He's in Kindergarten and loving it. He loves to learn. He can read now (which doesn't help when Mommy and Daddy are trying to spell words to each other so the kids don't understand. Pig Latin here we come!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't get over this smile. It gets me every time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ygbIqY9fkU/TZCivX6YV5I/AAAAAAAABUE/laYF6fos1Y4/s1600/IMG_5504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ygbIqY9fkU/TZCivX6YV5I/AAAAAAAABUE/laYF6fos1Y4/s320/IMG_5504.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54pLnQj95bg/TZCi6YNk43I/AAAAAAAABUI/2wH9Rl-8Rq4/s1600/IMG_5573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54pLnQj95bg/TZCi6YNk43I/AAAAAAAABUI/2wH9Rl-8Rq4/s320/IMG_5573.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He loves to do crafts with Mommy. Painting, coloring, cutting, cooking, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZaFX8WWC7g/TZCjFByTsDI/AAAAAAAABUM/NAGRQgib_Yk/s1600/IMG_5586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZaFX8WWC7g/TZCjFByTsDI/AAAAAAAABUM/NAGRQgib_Yk/s320/IMG_5586.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJUUFWBfrZY/TZCjPH-PWdI/AAAAAAAABUQ/XBh9stOJArw/s1600/IMG_5598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJUUFWBfrZY/TZCjPH-PWdI/AAAAAAAABUQ/XBh9stOJArw/s320/IMG_5598.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELENwbBDjL0/TZCjaIYzESI/AAAAAAAABUU/yrlBrANZxco/s1600/IMG_5612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELENwbBDjL0/TZCjaIYzESI/AAAAAAAABUU/yrlBrANZxco/s320/IMG_5612.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He loves his family. He's a great big brother. Him and Ellie are inseperable. She copies everything he does. Thankfully he is generally a really good kid. &lt;br /&gt;I love him so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-8494628889402952833?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/8494628889402952833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=8494628889402952833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8494628889402952833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8494628889402952833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-babies-anymore-part-1-ben.html' title='Not babies anymore - Part 1, Ben'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ygbIqY9fkU/TZCivX6YV5I/AAAAAAAABUE/laYF6fos1Y4/s72-c/IMG_5504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-164242118925775351</id><published>2011-03-28T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T07:57:10.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's try to revive this blog.....AGAIN</title><content type='html'>I wonder how many times you can revive a blog before it really just stays flatlined. I've discovered something about myself. I throw myself into things 110% I do them everyday. I consume myself with them. I've done it with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Scrapbooking - Ben has 3 scrapbooks for his first 2 years of life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weight Watchers - I lost 50 pounds in 6 months&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogging&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;I blogged almost every day for quite awhile&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bill sheet in Excel - I have at least 8 months of a checkbook that is broken down into categories - its totalled up and I can tell you the exact percentage of our income that went to each category&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The list goes on and on. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But once I burn out on something it's next to impossible for me to get back in gear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scrapbooking - The twins don't even have one book and Ben's stops at age 2.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weight Watchers - I'm still paying every month for WW but not only have I not been tracking anything I've put back on about 35 - 40 lbs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogging - This one is self explanitory. I my last post was 8/5/2010&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bill sheet is sporatic at best.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The worst part is I WANT to do all of these things but I can't. Its like there are invisible chains on me that won't let me. Don't get me wrong, its not depression. I'm actually not feeling bad (I did quit taking the medicine. The hot flashes were driving me NUTS) but I can't seem to bring myself to do the things that I want or need to. Even though I know I can do them. In fact I'm actually pretty good at most of them. I know from past experience I can be successful at all of them. If I can bring myself to actually do them. I'm not sure why I can't. But its something I plan to work on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-164242118925775351?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/164242118925775351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=164242118925775351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/164242118925775351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/164242118925775351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2011/03/lets-try-to-revive-this-blogagain.html' title='Let&apos;s try to revive this blog.....AGAIN'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-55780222798602676</id><published>2010-08-05T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T11:05:05.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Is this thing on?</title><content type='html'>tap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this thing still on? I really am here. I know its been awhile since I last posted. I've been having a rough last couple months. I weaned the twins right after their 2nd birthday &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Yep, They really are 2 now!! Where has the time gone? I will have to try to go back and at least do a birthday post for them but I'm not going to make any promises because I can't guaranttee anything (apparently I can't spell either). But I am going to try.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; After I weaned them I started slipping into depression. In high school I suffered from depression. I was on Paxil and then Prozac from the time I was 17 until after we got married. I haven't been on any medication since before I got pregnant with Ben. I've done really well though. In the past 5 years I've done 4 cycles of IVF, been pregnant for 17 months, and nursed for 40 months. So my hormones (understandably) have been completely out of whack for awhile. (Maybe out of whack works for me though since I felt better during that time than I have most of my life hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've weaned them and my hormones have gone back to "normal" things have gone downhill. Let me preface this by saying I never once wanted to hurt my children or myself (or anyone else for that matter). I did not enjoy being a mom. My kids drove me NUTS. I would lose my patience with them alot. I did not enjoy being a wife or a stay at home mom. I was completely unhappy. I put on 20 lbs because I had no motivation. I did the bare minimum around the house (did I mention we bought a house? Another post I need to write) My kids were always dressed and fed but that was about it.&amp;nbsp;I was stuck in&amp;nbsp;my head&amp;nbsp;alot. I wanted to run away from it all. I wanted my old life back. No kids, no responsibilities, no bills, etc. I knew something had to change. But I didn't have the motivation to change it. I couldn't bring myself to pay the bills even though there was money in the account. I just couldn't do it. We got late fees because I couldn't pay them on time. I would finally force myself to pay them after awhile but rarely ever on time. I would sit down to pay them and not be able to physically bring myself to do it. I would lay awake at night worrying about them making myself sick. But still couldn't pay them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally two weeks ago I went to the doctor. My mom told me she was really worried about me and would watch my kids so I could go. I explained the situation to the doctor and she put me on Effexor. The first week was hard. I had headaches and didn't feel the medicine was doing much. I had more motivation but still didn't feel like it was helping. I'm now on week two of the medication and can feel a difference. I still have sporadic headaches, plus hot flashes and I'm a little more tired than normal but I can FEEL a mental difference. I have motivation to clean my house, my bills are paid, I've lost 7 lbs and I'm feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up and hopefully I'll be motivated to keep up with this blog as well. (if this post is any indication then I should be.... lol) I haven't been able to get myself to update this either. I would sit down and open the website but not be able to physically bring myself to type anything. We'll see how this goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bear with me while I'm trying to figure out myself and my life.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-55780222798602676?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/55780222798602676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=55780222798602676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/55780222798602676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/55780222798602676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-this-thing-on.html' title='Is this thing on?'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-5167638108441185591</id><published>2010-01-05T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:20:08.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Christmas Tree Farm</title><content type='html'>For the first time ever we decided to get a real Christmas tree. We debated just going to one of the many Christmas Tree farms on the side of the road but then we remembered there is a HUGE Christmas Tree farm about a half hour from us. So we bundled all the kids up (relative term. It was cold to us. - probably in the 50s - 60s. I know that's nothing to most of you but we're not used to the cold. :) ) &lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QcLi6TmiI/AAAAAAAABPs/UGgydV0HjXw/s1600-h/IMG_1243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QcLi6TmiI/AAAAAAAABPs/UGgydV0HjXw/s320/IMG_1243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QcLws4FlI/AAAAAAAABPw/lANsP5EKizg/s1600-h/IMG_1244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QcLws4FlI/AAAAAAAABPw/lANsP5EKizg/s320/IMG_1244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QcMeM8lvI/AAAAAAAABP0/SSEAnbUV7C8/s1600-h/IMG_1246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QcMeM8lvI/AAAAAAAABP0/SSEAnbUV7C8/s320/IMG_1246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were lucky when we got there that Santa and Mrs. Claus were there visiting. &lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QcMtvquGI/AAAAAAAABP4/V0PI8xakTYA/s320/IMG_1253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ben got to ride on a pony. The pony was named Spot.&amp;nbsp;We were a little unsure of how he'd do but he LOVED it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QcNOk6mxI/AAAAAAAABP8/_BecWWiADpI/s1600-h/IMG_1257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QcNOk6mxI/AAAAAAAABP8/_BecWWiADpI/s320/IMG_1257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QgyOYFekI/AAAAAAAABQE/8DewG2X1bHI/s1600-h/IMG_1268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QgyOYFekI/AAAAAAAABQE/8DewG2X1bHI/s320/IMG_1268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this one. He looks so little yet so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Qgye6VMuI/AAAAAAAABQI/iJQxi7ik9BI/s1600-h/IMG_1270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Qgye6VMuI/AAAAAAAABQI/iJQxi7ik9BI/s320/IMG_1270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They had a petting zoo as well. We didn't take the babies in with the little goats. They jumped on quite a few of the people in there and I didn't think that it would be safe (or fun) to try to hold all three kids in there. (Ben didn't want down most of the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Qgy72A6TI/AAAAAAAABQM/7sfNVA7Amv4/s1600-h/IMG_1304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Qgy72A6TI/AAAAAAAABQM/7sfNVA7Amv4/s320/IMG_1304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Babies watching from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QgzY8ZWhI/AAAAAAAABQQ/xWmResjWlsA/s1600-h/IMG_1305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QgzY8ZWhI/AAAAAAAABQQ/xWmResjWlsA/s320/IMG_1305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Qgz9kYxdI/AAAAAAAABQU/vUdLYVj1fLE/s1600-h/IMG_1310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Qgz9kYxdI/AAAAAAAABQU/vUdLYVj1fLE/s320/IMG_1310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QkGOLSGDI/AAAAAAAABQg/6Uqcm_zOh_g/s1600-h/IMG_1313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QkGOLSGDI/AAAAAAAABQg/6Uqcm_zOh_g/s320/IMG_1313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QkGme6YmI/AAAAAAAABQk/O4bmVZawSWM/s1600-h/IMG_1316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QkGme6YmI/AAAAAAAABQk/O4bmVZawSWM/s320/IMG_1316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Looking at the giant turtles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QkHBqafdI/AAAAAAAABQo/rw7X_eWUyIA/s1600-h/IMG_1342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QkHBqafdI/AAAAAAAABQo/rw7X_eWUyIA/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This cracked me up. If you read the sign it says "DO NOT TOUCH THIS ANIMAL" The gate was wide open. Kept looking around for that animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QkHnSluZI/AAAAAAAABQs/MGiGC7t8JAc/s1600-h/IMG_1354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QkHnSluZI/AAAAAAAABQs/MGiGC7t8JAc/s320/IMG_1354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this one of the twins. They are just so happy in this pic. They really did great. They seemed to have tons of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QkHzFiwUI/AAAAAAAABQw/otb-T0ZsZio/s1600-h/IMG_1367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QkHzFiwUI/AAAAAAAABQw/otb-T0ZsZio/s320/IMG_1367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Big smiles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Qos5LxvVI/AAAAAAAABQ8/OwE3Cep3V50/s1600-h/IMG_1372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Qos5LxvVI/AAAAAAAABQ8/OwE3Cep3V50/s320/IMG_1372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QotLsyOBI/AAAAAAAABRA/Kw973nDm7Po/s1600-h/IMG_1373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QotLsyOBI/AAAAAAAABRA/Kw973nDm7Po/s320/IMG_1373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Will and Ellie at their own "petting zoo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QouEmEhMI/AAAAAAAABRI/p0VuQbAloSU/s1600-h/IMG_1377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QouEmEhMI/AAAAAAAABRI/p0VuQbAloSU/s320/IMG_1377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Qotqnv1PI/AAAAAAAABRE/lI_i1mAHi_k/s1600-h/IMG_1376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Qotqnv1PI/AAAAAAAABRE/lI_i1mAHi_k/s320/IMG_1376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ben thought this Reindeer was awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Qoums-nnI/AAAAAAAABRM/LoOcz_lO6Ho/s1600-h/IMG_1380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Qoums-nnI/AAAAAAAABRM/LoOcz_lO6Ho/s320/IMG_1380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Picking out the Christmas Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Qu2iQGimI/AAAAAAAABRY/Z_kEmchpoXQ/s1600-h/IMG_1384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Qu2iQGimI/AAAAAAAABRY/Z_kEmchpoXQ/s320/IMG_1384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Qu3JiBmvI/AAAAAAAABRc/imJ2dZk-lBA/s1600-h/IMG_1389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Qu3JiBmvI/AAAAAAAABRc/imJ2dZk-lBA/s320/IMG_1389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love that they were oblivious to Santa right behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Qu3oH7K8I/AAAAAAAABRg/dUVUm2WNSn8/s1600-h/IMG_1391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Qu3oH7K8I/AAAAAAAABRg/dUVUm2WNSn8/s320/IMG_1391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bringing the tree to the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Q3p10yLZI/AAAAAAAABSQ/s_H8Dli--PQ/s1600-h/IMG_1393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Q3p10yLZI/AAAAAAAABSQ/s_H8Dli--PQ/s320/IMG_1393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Santa and Mrs. Claus leaving (Can you see the antlers on their truck?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Q3qYAyqYI/AAAAAAAABSU/eXbxIm1Rs0M/s1600-h/IMG_1395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Q3qYAyqYI/AAAAAAAABSU/eXbxIm1Rs0M/s320/IMG_1395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tree is loaded and ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Q3q2Tn7CI/AAAAAAAABSY/UIE1kxaoXkE/s1600-h/IMG_1399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Q3q2Tn7CI/AAAAAAAABSY/UIE1kxaoXkE/s320/IMG_1399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Goofy Ellie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Q3rYmi0iI/AAAAAAAABSc/kqQVzBLcpS4/s1600-h/IMG_1404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Q3rYmi0iI/AAAAAAAABSc/kqQVzBLcpS4/s320/IMG_1404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Silly Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Q3rrwsouI/AAAAAAAABSg/y3tn8Hes85Y/s1600-h/IMG_1405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Q3rrwsouI/AAAAAAAABSg/y3tn8Hes85Y/s320/IMG_1405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Santa leaving. Note the license plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Q5EntDg0I/AAAAAAAABSs/t_m8b4kBCcU/s1600-h/IMG_1410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0Q5EntDg0I/AAAAAAAABSs/t_m8b4kBCcU/s320/IMG_1410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was such a fun time. I loved having a real Christmas tree. I can't wait to do this again next year and start it as a family tradition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-5167638108441185591?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/5167638108441185591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=5167638108441185591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/5167638108441185591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/5167638108441185591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-tree-farm.html' title='Christmas Tree Farm'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/S0QcLi6TmiI/AAAAAAAABPs/UGgydV0HjXw/s72-c/IMG_1243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-5282718225730268893</id><published>2010-01-01T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:49:06.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>SO I thought Iwould just post pictures of the highlights of December. I went through my D:\Documents and Settings\USERNAME\My Documents\Kids\Yearly\2009\December\ to find just a couple of pictures to highlight all the fun things we did.&amp;nbsp;57 pictures later and I think this is gonna be more than one post. (Turns out I picked just about 10% of the pictures. I just checked and I have 652 pictures taken. That was after I realized that every picture we took today wasn't actually in December or 2009 so I had to create a whole new 2010 folder and a new January folder.)&lt;br /&gt;So here are just some random pictures from December. (Then I will do separate posts for each of our Dec adventures)&amp;nbsp;We will see how this goes :) Bear with me... I'm really trying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our monthly picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7VO6GnhvI/AAAAAAAABOo/UJRmBIo6VKs/s1600-h/IMG_1119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7VO6GnhvI/AAAAAAAABOo/UJRmBIo6VKs/s320/IMG_1119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Playing in the toy box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7VPFz4mMI/AAAAAAAABOs/cUVsb0gRF7E/s1600-h/IMG_1145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7VPFz4mMI/AAAAAAAABOs/cUVsb0gRF7E/s320/IMG_1145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"hugs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7VP2g1dHI/AAAAAAAABOw/d1NjntwGflE/s1600-h/IMG_1500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7VP2g1dHI/AAAAAAAABOw/d1NjntwGflE/s320/IMG_1500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;more hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7VQdKMXFI/AAAAAAAABO0/PUypmv3kUdI/s1600-h/IMG_1507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7VQdKMXFI/AAAAAAAABO0/PUypmv3kUdI/s320/IMG_1507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;kisses for Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7VRf1evII/AAAAAAAABO4/l_0oSeA_3_8/s1600-h/IMG_1508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7VRf1evII/AAAAAAAABO4/l_0oSeA_3_8/s320/IMG_1508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sitting on the &lt;strike&gt;dock of the bay&lt;/strike&gt; coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7a6yX4xdI/AAAAAAAABPA/4gQxaC9qmSs/s1600-h/IMG_1513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7a6yX4xdI/AAAAAAAABPA/4gQxaC9qmSs/s320/IMG_1513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7a7B_ENdI/AAAAAAAABPE/ZA3syv-b8Yo/s1600-h/IMG_1579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7a7B_ENdI/AAAAAAAABPE/ZA3syv-b8Yo/s320/IMG_1579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Santa (The babies were at home, asleep. Horrible I know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7a7pgVLBI/AAAAAAAABPI/SME9vQeJN78/s1600-h/IMG_1682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7a7pgVLBI/AAAAAAAABPI/SME9vQeJN78/s320/IMG_1682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Sharing" (Ellie loves it as you can tell by the look on her face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7a7yZ_Z0I/AAAAAAAABPM/_GhIoEcVev0/s1600-h/IMG_1836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7a7yZ_Z0I/AAAAAAAABPM/_GhIoEcVev0/s320/IMG_1836.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Getting so big!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7a8NXtavI/AAAAAAAABPQ/rR0wJuwJsFE/s1600-h/IMG_1850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7a8NXtavI/AAAAAAAABPQ/rR0wJuwJsFE/s320/IMG_1850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cuddling with his blankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7dDKrTz2I/AAAAAAAABPc/spa1LGYLD3s/s1600-h/IMG_1912.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7dDKrTz2I/AAAAAAAABPc/spa1LGYLD3s/s320/IMG_1912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ellie's AWESOME fashion sense. (That is her brother's jacket and shoes and her hat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7dDtJlCiI/AAAAAAAABPg/wb1C2QLCr9c/s1600-h/IMG_1916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7dDtJlCiI/AAAAAAAABPg/wb1C2QLCr9c/s320/IMG_1916.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll be back tomorrow with more. Probably starting with our trip to the Christmas tree farm. But for now I am off to bed. I am tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-5282718225730268893?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/5282718225730268893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=5282718225730268893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/5282718225730268893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/5282718225730268893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2010/01/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sz7VO6GnhvI/AAAAAAAABOo/UJRmBIo6VKs/s72-c/IMG_1119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-1450864570792912477</id><published>2009-12-31T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T06:31:36.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Jump start</title><content type='html'>Let's see if I can jump start this thing...... It died so long ago that I'm not sure if I can but I will sure give it my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what seems to happen with me (in almost every aspect of my life) is I find something that I totally love, I get so excited about it and I RUN WITH IT (good thing I don't LOVE scissors, I'd be in major trouble.) Then I tend to burn out and just drop it like a hot potato. I did it with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;scrapbooking. My best friend and I scrapbooked every week for a year (at least I think it was a year) and I did 4 scrapbooks of Ben's first year. Yea 4! Then she moved and I haven't picked up a sticker, a page, a scissor, a pen or anything. Ask me how many scrapbooks I have for the twins? NONE (and there are two of them I should have twice as many books for them.) I guess I just need Alisha to move back so I can get theirs done.. (HINT, HINT) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My organization binder. Remember this &lt;a href="http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-it-together.html"&gt;get-it-together binder&lt;/a&gt;? Yea, hasn't been TOUCHED in months. Ok I lied I touch it all the time. I have to so I can move it off my printer/scanner, then I move it back. The last to do list was dated July 29th and only 2 things are crossed off. Guess how much stuff I still have "to do"? Way to much!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weight Watchers. I did AMAZING for six months. In fact I lost 50 lbs! I'd tell you to come follow my blog &lt;a href="http://chunkymonkeymommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://chunkymonkeymommy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and read all about it but I haven't blogged over there since Sept either. Speaking of which I should probably go update that one too. (Don't worry I'll finish this post first then update that one.... so you probably shouldn't hold your breath on an update over there. But I'll try)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preschool for&amp;nbsp;Ben. We did it for quite a while and he LOVED it.&amp;nbsp;Then I'm not sure what happened but&amp;nbsp;we stopped.&amp;nbsp;We still did it once or twice but it not regularly. I think the twins got older and it just got hard to schedule it in. Thank goodness for First Baptist Preschool where he now goes three days a week and loves every minute of it. It's awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My online message boards. I was very active on them for awhile. I even kept a journal over there. Then Facebook came along and I started posting over there and I couldn't keep up. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sewing. Remember all these &lt;a href="http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/search/label/Sewing"&gt;http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/search/label/Sewing&lt;/a&gt;? Haven't touched the sewing machine in MONTHS. I want to. In fact I would love it. There just doesn't seem to be any time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hairbows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jewelry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby Bracelets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;See it's&amp;nbsp;a horrible trend with me. I don't know how to fix it. I wish I could find something I love and stay with it. But I can't. Maybe that will be my New Year's Resolution. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to update this blog for a while now. We've had a really busy and there is so much to talk about. Unfortunately I know me and if I try to go back and update everything I will get overwhelmed and not ever finish this post (Which is why I haven't updated in so long. I wanted to post about everything and the pile was just too high) So instead of sorting through all of it and trying to post about everything I think I will just start over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not really start over, I'm not going to reintroduce myself or anything like that. But I think today will be our new starting point. So here goes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-1450864570792912477?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/1450864570792912477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=1450864570792912477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1450864570792912477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1450864570792912477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/12/jump-start.html' title='Jump start'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-7206227597698844895</id><published>2009-08-04T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:58:40.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Sign, Sign, Everywhere a Sign (and Milestones)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The babies have really started to pick up on signing. They both can sign baby, more, shoes, and all done. On top of that Will can also&amp;nbsp;sign cracker and Ellie can sign daddy and fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I love this stage when they are beginning to communicate. They are starting to say words as well. Will can say cracker. Ellie can say baby, dog, fish and bottle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;They are so much fun. They love to explore and get into ANYTHING they can. Ellie loves to climb on everything. Willl loves to open and close doors and cupboards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;They both are learning to throw tantrums - not my favorite milestone. Even their tantrums are unique though. Ellie bursts into tears and folds in half with her head on the floor. Will plops himself on the the floor and then (carefully) throws himself onto his back. With Will if you ignore him he will stop for a minute to check if you are watching him but after a little while he gets over it. Ellie can go on for quite a while. Her heart is broken and her world is ruined. She doesn't care if you are watching or not she is devastated that she did not get what she wanted( or someone got too close to her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Will is more friendly. He's willing to go to most anyone. Ellie on the other hand would prefer that most people just leave her alone. She's ok with strangers if someone she knows (and feels really comfortable with) is holding her. But they better not get to close or she throws her tantrum. A poor cashier in Sam's Club learned this the hard way. Ellie screamed for a full 5 minutes just because the lady came up and said hi to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;They both give kisses. Neither are very free with them. After Will gives a kiss he has to clap - everytime. (His wedding is gonna be interesting, "Now you may kiss your bride - Clap, Clap, Clap!") He gives big open mouthed kisses. Ellie's kisses are closed mouth and more like "Ok I will grace you with a kiss" She just leans in and puts her mouth on yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ellie loves to run up and our legs. Its so cute. She just wraps her arms around your legs and put her head in between your knees. Will doesn't care much for hugs or cuddling. Even if he's hurt or tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;They are so much fun! It's been so much fun to watch them grow and develop at different stages even though they are the exact same age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-7206227597698844895?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/7206227597698844895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=7206227597698844895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/7206227597698844895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/7206227597698844895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/08/sign-sign-everywhere-sign-and.html' title='Sign, Sign, Everywhere a Sign (and Milestones)'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-343805833825343653</id><published>2009-07-25T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:17:25.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><title type='text'>Two new Benisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I know I need to update the rest of our Utah Trip but for now I'll just have to leave you with two new Benisms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;B: "Mom I don't want to watch your movies. Your movies are Lame!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;At the store looking at stuffed animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;B: "Mom, you need one of these."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;M: "I'm ok. I don't need one."&lt;br /&gt;B: "But you don't have anyone to cuddle with"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;M: "I have Daddy to cuddle with."&lt;br /&gt;B: "But Daddy's not squishy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;M: "yea he is" (LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;B: "But he isn't furry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That boy constantly cracks me up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-343805833825343653?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/343805833825343653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=343805833825343653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/343805833825343653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/343805833825343653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-new-benisms.html' title='Two new Benisms'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-5372846003833341063</id><published>2009-07-16T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:33:18.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Vacation part 1 - Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1kmuTBlDI/AAAAAAAABNU/z9ReYCoV39M/s1600-h/IMG_4490.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1kmuTBlDI/AAAAAAAABNU/z9ReYCoV39M/s320/IMG_4490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I know I've been so horrible about blogging. Coming up, I've got 3 blogs about our vacation, and a couple more about the kids and their achievements. So here is part 1 of our vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We went camping to Bear Creek, UT with my whole family. (Well almost my whole family. We were missing my sister Tarena who had to go and have a baby a couple days before the campout.&amp;nbsp; - I have a new nephew!! Her husband Dan came up with their 3 other kids)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ben "packed" for himself. He packed sunscreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1i362VBoI/AAAAAAAABM0/r2wxNDs2XMs/s1600-h/IMG_4457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1i362VBoI/AAAAAAAABM0/r2wxNDs2XMs/s320/IMG_4457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; A change of underwear (so if he had an accident)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1jMsFmrXI/AAAAAAAABM8/9m9bnkZetHU/s1600-h/IMG_4458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1jMsFmrXI/AAAAAAAABM8/9m9bnkZetHU/s320/IMG_4458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A change of pants for the same reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1jtKmBPHI/AAAAAAAABNE/ijF9EUT55pU/s1600-h/IMG_4459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1jtKmBPHI/AAAAAAAABNE/ijF9EUT55pU/s320/IMG_4459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;and "60" cars. He kept telling me it was 60 cars but I never counted. LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1kJKro76I/AAAAAAAABNM/q_eAGqCriZc/s1600-h/IMG_4460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1kJKro76I/AAAAAAAABNM/q_eAGqCriZc/s320/IMG_4460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It really was a lot of fun even though it POURED off and on the first day. The first night was HORRIBLE. Imagine being in a tent in the pouring rain, 37 degrees with three freezing kids all on a queen sized air mattress. The babies screamed off and on all night long. We got no sleep because even when they feel asleep we were freezing to the point of shivering. Each kid was wearing two pairs of footy pajamas and they were in bed with us. It SUCKED. At 3 am my dad came over and got both babies and drove them around for two hours so we could get some sleep. (have I mentioned I love my daddy?) It was such a hard night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Day two was so much better. We went for a walk down to the lake. This is Ben and his cousin Jane. They have so much fun together. They are like brother and sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1lUQVeznI/AAAAAAAABNc/ekdBKFLKza8/s1600-h/IMG_4532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1lUQVeznI/AAAAAAAABNc/ekdBKFLKza8/s320/IMG_4532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We took a family picture with everyone that was there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1hskCzwCI/AAAAAAAABMc/KDMkVdEHxqY/s1600-h/IMG_4911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1hskCzwCI/AAAAAAAABMc/KDMkVdEHxqY/s320/IMG_4911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Then my parents took one with just the grandkids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1h8fbn-vI/AAAAAAAABMk/2G7k9n4ze6I/s1600-h/IMG_4940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1h8fbn-vI/AAAAAAAABMk/2G7k9n4ze6I/s320/IMG_4940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is all the grandkids except for Nytis. My parents have 18 grandkids now. The oldest is 13 and the youngest is less than a month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The second night we stayed in a cabin. We were traumatized by the first night. This is Will trying to find out what's in the sink. He found out later that it was a freezing cold bath and WAS NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT. (The cabin didn't have hot water so we heated water on the stove but it didn't stay warm for long. The baths were so cold and all three kids screamed through them) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1mv-a962I/AAAAAAAABN0/CWOXhqmWU7A/s1600-h/IMG_4957.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1mv-a962I/AAAAAAAABN0/CWOXhqmWU7A/s320/IMG_4957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1nGyaUxlI/AAAAAAAABN8/a4ztBa_0vjk/s1600-h/IMG_4955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1nGyaUxlI/AAAAAAAABN8/a4ztBa_0vjk/s320/IMG_4955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ellie exploring the cabin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;More random camping pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1gkdwIbgI/AAAAAAAABL8/hwsR9swGh-c/s1600-h/IMG_4492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1gkdwIbgI/AAAAAAAABL8/hwsR9swGh-c/s320/IMG_4492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1g031PWNI/AAAAAAAABME/ug062G5LVbU/s1600-h/IMG_4499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1g031PWNI/AAAAAAAABME/ug062G5LVbU/s320/IMG_4499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1hGvKjeNI/AAAAAAAABMM/aLd8ksH4SFA/s1600-h/IMG_4681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1hGvKjeNI/AAAAAAAABMM/aLd8ksH4SFA/s320/IMG_4681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1hcfuexkI/AAAAAAAABMU/Ejt_0kubUeY/s1600-h/IMG_4839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1hcfuexkI/AAAAAAAABMU/Ejt_0kubUeY/s320/IMG_4839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1iaNPTfWI/AAAAAAAABMs/QieHQkNlSzw/s1600-h/IMG_4951.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1iaNPTfWI/AAAAAAAABMs/QieHQkNlSzw/s320/IMG_4951.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Our family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1l4EfBycI/AAAAAAAABNk/tGKzBbU05FM/s1600-h/IMG_4749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1l4EfBycI/AAAAAAAABNk/tGKzBbU05FM/s320/IMG_4749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Ben, Jane and Grace (They were bug hunting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I have more camping pictures but they won't load. GRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Next up Part 2 The Utah Trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-5372846003833341063?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/5372846003833341063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=5372846003833341063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/5372846003833341063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/5372846003833341063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-part-1-camping.html' title='Vacation part 1 - Camping'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sl1kmuTBlDI/AAAAAAAABNU/z9ReYCoV39M/s72-c/IMG_4490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-5704044829215019866</id><published>2009-06-04T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:02:08.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>These feet were made for walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and that's just what they'll do!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;One of these days these twins are going to walk all over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; LOL&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My babies are walking!!! I got home last night and Will let go of the tv and walked to the middle of the living room. He's been doing it all day today. He keeps letting go of stuff and just walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Ellie (who has refused to walk TO people - or even take more than two steps) stood up and took 10 steps all by herself across the living room. She still will only walk when SHE wants to and doesn't walk to anyone but she can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Other News: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We are putting an offer on a house tomorrow. I don't want to say much more about it right now because we've been disappointed so much lately in regards to home buying. But if you could put some prayers or good thoughts in for us we'd really appreciate it. We really want this house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-5704044829215019866?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/5704044829215019866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=5704044829215019866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/5704044829215019866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/5704044829215019866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/06/these-feet-were-made-for-walking.html' title='These feet were made for walking'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-3479542754482369882</id><published>2009-05-27T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:37:22.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Name that Rash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;On Sunday Ben went to bed with a little bit of a rash on his arm pits. I put some hydrocorizone cream on it and didn't think anything of it. The next morning we woke up to this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4Z9xayUvI/AAAAAAAABKQ/rF4sSG6-0nc/s1600-h/IMG_3410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4Z9xayUvI/AAAAAAAABKQ/rF4sSG6-0nc/s320/IMG_3410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4aOo1VNqI/AAAAAAAABKY/_JGLbfIp_ZE/s1600-h/IMG_3411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4aOo1VNqI/AAAAAAAABKY/_JGLbfIp_ZE/s320/IMG_3411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4ahmCod_I/AAAAAAAABKg/3nq9q3yYiyc/s1600-h/IMG_3414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4ahmCod_I/AAAAAAAABKg/3nq9q3yYiyc/s320/IMG_3414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4a54GITSI/AAAAAAAABKo/6VAPcvPjpZ0/s1600-h/IMG_3415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4a54GITSI/AAAAAAAABKo/6VAPcvPjpZ0/s320/IMG_3415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So we added Benadryl (or as Ben calls it "Ben and a Drill") hoping that would cure it. (along with the Hydrocorizone cream)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Later Monday it looks like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4cLbZGyKI/AAAAAAAABKw/YHezFBhqa0E/s1600-h/IMG_3422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4cLbZGyKI/AAAAAAAABKw/YHezFBhqa0E/s320/IMG_3422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4chwwjtEI/AAAAAAAABK4/ib9IX_RchPk/s1600-h/IMG_3423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4chwwjtEI/AAAAAAAABK4/ib9IX_RchPk/s320/IMG_3423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4c8IjEWLI/AAAAAAAABLA/FUjLBAYyeZg/s1600-h/IMG_3428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4c8IjEWLI/AAAAAAAABLA/FUjLBAYyeZg/s320/IMG_3428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4dPsE6Z8I/AAAAAAAABLI/KdaGSPGIUfs/s1600-h/IMG_3429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4dPsE6Z8I/AAAAAAAABLI/KdaGSPGIUfs/s320/IMG_3429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He's acting fine but that rash isn't going away. We continued all day with the hydrocortzone cream and Benadryl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Tuesday we woke up with this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4duwysdsI/AAAAAAAABLQ/YOixLPrBXKA/s1600-h/IMG_3447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4duwysdsI/AAAAAAAABLQ/YOixLPrBXKA/s320/IMG_3447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4eJMlH6GI/AAAAAAAABLY/3ZhzS5k6KbA/s1600-h/IMG_3448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4eJMlH6GI/AAAAAAAABLY/3ZhzS5k6KbA/s320/IMG_3448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So we were off to the Dr.&amp;nbsp; Here's an interesting piece of info. If you go to the pediatricians office with your child who has an OBVIOUS rash all over - you get right in. You don't have to wait in the waiting room or anything. The receptionist takes you right back to the "Pediatric Rash Room" The nurse came in and said she had no idea what it was. He didn't have a temperature and hadn't been exposed to anything new.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Dr. B came in and said it was definitely an allergic reaction. (Just like my mom said) It was a bad case of hives. We have no idea what triggered it. The only two things that we could think of that may have caused it were - 1. he had a new brand of apple juice and 2. he got a new shirt. But here's the case against either of them. 1. he's had apple juice before. It was just a different brand. 2. The rash wasn't under where his shirt was. It was mainly on his legs, face and arms. Not on his chest or stomach.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So Dr. B said we were doing the right thing giving him Benadryl and hydrocortizone cream. If he swelled up any more (his hands and feet were swollen a little) especially on his face or lips, to bring him right in and they will give him a steriod. He did ask if he could show the medical students Ben's rash. We said that was ok. He brought us out to the medical students and asked them to look at it, figure out what they thought it was, and research it. One of them thought it was a reaction to amoxicilin. But Ben hasn't had any medicine lately. It seemed to puzzle both the medical students and the nurse. Thankfully Dr. B wasn't worried about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I brought Ben home and told my mom what the Dr said. She remembered one more thing that it could have been. Ben was stung by a bee on Friday. We got most of the stinger out but not all of it. I'm not sure it could be that because it had been a couple days before the rash started. I called today and left a message for the dr, just to tell him about it. I haven't heard back from him so I guess he isn't worried about it either.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Thankfully today the rash is almost gone. (I didn't get pictures of it today but I will get some tomorrow) It's on his chest a little bit today but now barely on his legs. It's still on his arms but it doesn't look so bad.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully by tomorrow it will be gone completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-3479542754482369882?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/3479542754482369882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=3479542754482369882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/3479542754482369882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/3479542754482369882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/05/name-that-rash.html' title='Name that Rash'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sh4Z9xayUvI/AAAAAAAABKQ/rF4sSG6-0nc/s72-c/IMG_3410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-7874379910104002477</id><published>2009-05-23T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:39:20.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Outakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;As you can tell from&lt;a href="http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/02/9-months-of-pictures.html"&gt; this post &lt;/a&gt;I've tried to take pictures of the kids sitting together once a month to see how much they have grown. I've gotten every month except April 2008. Some turn out good. Some turn out not so good. I usually take 4 or 5 pictures each time to hopefully get a good one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Here is the Month of May 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Shjatakv5oI/AAAAAAAABJg/C3rxWcm9a8w/s1600-h/IMG_3365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Shjatakv5oI/AAAAAAAABJg/C3rxWcm9a8w/s320/IMG_3365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I would have liked it without the pacifiers but this is what I had to go through to get that one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Shjbk3InSWI/AAAAAAAABJw/Y94BV9YzlUM/s1600-h/IMG_3367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Shjbk3InSWI/AAAAAAAABJw/Y94BV9YzlUM/s320/IMG_3367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShjbJRh9nFI/AAAAAAAABJo/rsClU1XKZWo/s1600-h/IMG_3366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShjbJRh9nFI/AAAAAAAABJo/rsClU1XKZWo/s320/IMG_3366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Shjb88xu_MI/AAAAAAAABJ4/mliOrGSeEwU/s1600-h/IMG_3368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Shjb88xu_MI/AAAAAAAABJ4/mliOrGSeEwU/s320/IMG_3368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I guess I just have to be happy with what I got :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-7874379910104002477?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/7874379910104002477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=7874379910104002477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/7874379910104002477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/7874379910104002477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/05/outakes.html' title='Outakes'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Shjatakv5oI/AAAAAAAABJg/C3rxWcm9a8w/s72-c/IMG_3365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-6194121103741452248</id><published>2009-05-22T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:21:23.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Cheap Labor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I was watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mystyle.com/mystyle/shows/cleanhouse/index.jsp" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Clean House: Search for the Messiest house in the Country&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; today. It helped to inspire/remind me to clean my bathroom. Ben decided he wanted to help.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SheGCrNQWuI/AAAAAAAABJA/caoefA_yWsM/s1600-h/IMG_3369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SheGCrNQWuI/AAAAAAAABJA/caoefA_yWsM/s320/IMG_3369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The twins were sleeping and I put my gloves on to get to work. Ben had to have his own pair. I knew the big yellow ones wouldn't fit him at all but I remembered I have medical ones (from when my c-section incision wasn't healing) so I let him wear a pair of those.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SheGa3p_ROI/AAAAAAAABJI/uyfHcKl8gfs/s1600-h/IMG_3370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SheGa3p_ROI/AAAAAAAABJI/uyfHcKl8gfs/s320/IMG_3370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He did a pretty good job. He cleaned the bathroom sink and counter. Then I cleaned the mirror and toilet. (I wouldn't let him help with that) He wanted to clean the bathtub too but I wouldn't let him - The babies were going to be awake soon. So He climbed into the bathtub and "cleaned" it with his paper towel. Then he turned the bath water on and started sliding all over the bathroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SheG8ksdSUI/AAAAAAAABJQ/gCEztchd3uI/s1600-h/IMG_3371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SheG8ksdSUI/AAAAAAAABJQ/gCEztchd3uI/s320/IMG_3371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;At that point cleaning was done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SheHZmkc8dI/AAAAAAAABJY/jMzFeGyyDtY/s1600-h/IMG_3372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SheHZmkc8dI/AAAAAAAABJY/jMzFeGyyDtY/s320/IMG_3372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He's trying to do "thumbs up" here but can't because of the glove lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-6194121103741452248?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/6194121103741452248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=6194121103741452248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/6194121103741452248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/6194121103741452248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/05/cheap-labor.html' title='Cheap Labor'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SheGCrNQWuI/AAAAAAAABJA/caoefA_yWsM/s72-c/IMG_3369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-8615589562195749192</id><published>2009-05-20T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:41:53.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>Lost track</title><content type='html'>I decided right before the twins turned one to quit tracking everything they do. It has been so nice. The spreadsheet has been retired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean I've stopped tracking completely. We have a little white board on their door and I write down when they go to bed and when they wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have almost a year's worth of spreadsheets. Thankfully I haven't had to print them all out lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nicest part is I haven't had to write down a night waking in weeks!! They are sleeping through the night!!! They sleep from 6:30ish through roughly 4:30 -5:00 they nurse then go back to bed until about 6:30 - 7:00. It is so wonderful!! Now if I could just get myself to bed at a decent hour...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-8615589562195749192?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/8615589562195749192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=8615589562195749192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8615589562195749192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8615589562195749192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-track.html' title='Lost track'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-4982014157879656195</id><published>2009-05-20T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:49:37.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><title type='text'>Benisms</title><content type='html'>I had planned to just do this as a text box on the side but it got too big so I'm doing it as a post. I will update it periodically and just put the updated ones in a different color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;**UPDATED**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;5/20/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner the other night I was trying to get Ben to eat his dinner (That's a whole post in and of itself)&lt;br /&gt;M: Huggy (his imaginary friend) is going to eat all your dinner before you do.&lt;br /&gt;B: Mom - Huggy is PRETEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie climbed on the table at my parents house&lt;br /&gt;B: Look Mom, Ellie is a table dancer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; B: Cookies are my favorite thing to eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;2/26/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;We were shopping at Walmart and Jim had Ben and Ellie. I met back up with them after Will and I got our Stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;D: I got all the stuff on my list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;M: I didn't have a list so I got whatever I wanted. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;B: He didn't get ONE SINGLE THING for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Ben on the potty while Will and Ellie are crying in the living room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;B: Mom, I can't poop with all the screaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben getting off the potty (a different night)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;B: Mom, I couldn't drop a dooder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;(Jim heard him say that and ran outside onto the porch knowing he'd be in big trouble for his influence.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Are we going to buy a new house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;M: Not right now sweetie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;B: When this house is crap will we buy a new one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/8/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;He wanted me to sing Rock a Bye Baby over and over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: What is a cradle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: A cradle is a bed for a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Then why is it in a tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: Good question. I have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;We were talking about it being Grandpa's Birthday and how we should make a cake for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: Should we put a pirate on Grandpa's cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: No I like pirates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: What does Grandpa like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I was trying to put together a 3D puzzle for him and I was struggling with some of the pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Maybe we should have daddy do it. Daddy is cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;12/9/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: It's ready to pee!! My penis is ready to pee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Little games are for little kids, I'm not a little kid. I'm a big kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: My bones are big &amp;amp; I can play the big game now. I ate my dinner so my bones are big now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: I'M BIG NOW. I'M THREE. I'M TALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(are you seeing a theme here? Ever since he turned three he's obssessed with being "Big")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: Come here so I can change you into pullups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Change me into pullups?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: You don't have a magic wand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;10/28/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: EEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: what are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: I'm freaking out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Coming into The Strip inVegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Daddy look at all those temples!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Momma! The trees are waving at me!! (it was windy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: You need to read a book on the potty Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: Pick up your toys or I will take them away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Take them away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: I want a cheese sandwich with yellow peanut butter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: Yellow peanut butter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Branka puts it on my cheese sandwich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: Do you mean BUTTER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: yea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Talking about how Grandpa broke his rib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: That's sad Mommy. Now he can't jump on the trampoline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: There's a ball in my penis. I can't squish it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: What do you want for Lunch? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Something good and&lt;/span&gt; not greasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: Nice try McFly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Nice try, McMommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: A little tv will help me calm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: You put your arms open wide and then you hug the baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: I want to take your picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: What do you see in the camera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Your boobies (He was standing on the couch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: Move the camera so you can see what you want to take a pic of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;He didn't move the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: Ben, do you want to take a picture of my boobies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Yea - pull your shirt up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: No way. give me that camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: I'm tired of telling you to stop touching your sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Yea, you are tired Momma. You should go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(While watching "Ace of Cakes")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: That was not a cake. That was a fish. Cakes are not fishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: My finger just kissed my neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I can't remember what I said to him but he responded with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: You're going down, Tubby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M:Where did you hear that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: From my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: Who is Tubby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: He is a cookie who lives in the forest in a house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Come here so I can kick your bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Mommy I want to glow in the dark!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: So do I baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: Are the babies awake or asleep? (yep I asked it AGAIN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: 2, no 3 are awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: 3? Who's the third one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: There's something coming out of my butt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: What is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: It's poop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: (singing) Goopy on my Poopy!! (and dancing) (Goopy is what we call diaper rash cream)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(During his haircut - which done was under much protesting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: You are going to be so handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: I AM handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;In the car (yes I ask this all the time in the car)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: Is Will asleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: He's awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: He's asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: He's awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: He's blinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: Give me a second and I will take Ellie from Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: You don't take babies from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Daddy: Who you gonna call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Ghostbusters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;D: Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: Hammertime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;D: You can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: yes I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(while changing a poopy diaper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: You need to tell me when you are poopy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: I'm poopy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: Ben, close the front door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: I'm letting the bugs in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;M: Honey, Stop climbing on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B: I'm not Honey, Daddy's Honey - I'm Ben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In the car)&lt;br /&gt;B: Mommy I'm dreaming about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In the car)&lt;br /&gt;M: Is Will Sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;B:No&lt;br /&gt;M:Is he looking at you?&lt;br /&gt;B: No&lt;br /&gt;M: What does he look like?&lt;br /&gt;B: A baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone: Ben, How are you?&lt;br /&gt;B: I'm two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Ben are you poopy?&lt;br /&gt;B: No - Are YOU poopy? Is DADDY poopy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Ben go pick up your toys.&lt;br /&gt;B: I can't. I'm a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;M: If you're a chicken then lay an egg.&lt;br /&gt;B: Eggs come from a chicken's butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Do not touch my keyboard again.&lt;br /&gt;B runs over to his play phone and dials some numbers&lt;br /&gt;B: Grandma you have to help me! Momma's mad at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3am&lt;br /&gt;B is totally sounds asleep and starts crying.&lt;br /&gt;M: Baby, Baby wake up. What's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;B: The dinosaur bit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M changing B's diaper while on hold with the insurance company&lt;br /&gt;The minute the woman answers&lt;br /&gt;B: MY PENIS! I want to hold my penis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-4982014157879656195?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/4982014157879656195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=4982014157879656195' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/4982014157879656195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/4982014157879656195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/07/benisms.html' title='Benisms'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-2892458603509612451</id><published>2009-05-19T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:49:23.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>So big!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I can't believe how big the babies are getting! At their one year appointment Will weighed 22lbs and Ellie weighed 16lbs. She's still tiny for her age but she's grown so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They are crusing all over everything. Will has taken a couple steps on his own - multiple times. Ellie has taken one or two steps,&amp;nbsp; but she can stand on her own for quite some time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They sure do keep me on my toes. This morning I turned around and saw this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShNr09XRWBI/AAAAAAAABIg/td4Gh3O0wGg/s1600-h/IMG_3358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShNr09XRWBI/AAAAAAAABIg/td4Gh3O0wGg/s320/IMG_3358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Yep, That's Ellie standing ON her toy. She thought she was so big. She may not be able to walk but that little girl sure can climb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Will's favorite thing to do is to turn off the TV. We put the toy box in front of the TV to discourage this. As you can see:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShNsNhNdSwI/AAAAAAAABIo/vQbCkBvEHS4/s1600-h/IMG_3313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShNsNhNdSwI/AAAAAAAABIo/vQbCkBvEHS4/s320/IMG_3313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;In Ben news - My big boy is going to start preschool in September!! I can't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;believe he's so big. He'll be going 3 days a week from 9 -12. I think it's going to be harder for me than it will be for him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He is learning to draw and loves to get his hands on anything he can draw with. A couple weeks ago he was using his Magna Doodle and drew a picture of our cat Wally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShNvMelsJhI/AAAAAAAABIw/pe5hnsBeL8o/s1600-h/IMG_2567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShNvMelsJhI/AAAAAAAABIw/pe5hnsBeL8o/s320/IMG_2567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's a pretty good picture :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Where have my babies gone? They are all growing up so fast!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-2892458603509612451?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/2892458603509612451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=2892458603509612451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/2892458603509612451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/2892458603509612451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-big.html' title='So big!'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShNr09XRWBI/AAAAAAAABIg/td4Gh3O0wGg/s72-c/IMG_3358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-8419826282230659307</id><published>2009-05-17T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:12:38.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Watchers'/><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So I did it. I created a new blog to follow my weight watchers progress. Here is the new blog &lt;a href="http://chunkymonkeymommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://chunkymonkeymommy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; come visit me and see how I'm doing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-8419826282230659307?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/8419826282230659307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=8419826282230659307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8419826282230659307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8419826282230659307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-1331428175827538982</id><published>2009-05-17T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:58:32.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Babies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;On April 17, 2009 my babies turned ONE!! I am the mother to One-year old Twins!!I know I can't believe it either.&amp;nbsp; I survived the first year!! From what I hear the first three years are the hardest so one down - two to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We had a birthday party for the babies. It was really nice. It was mainly close friends and family. The babies did really well. I made sure it was after their first nap so they would be well rested. They didn't eat any of the cake but that didn't surprise me.&amp;nbsp; They aren't really excited about feeding themselves. But they did play with the cake. Will kept trying to push his away lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They got tons of toys and clothes. It was such a nice day. We had a pinata for the big kids, which was a blast. I love spending time with our friends and family. I am so grateful to have such wonderful people in my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;On to the pictures!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA2igGGYGI/AAAAAAAABFc/d6lxuFgb4C0/s1600-h/IMG_1490.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA2igGGYGI/AAAAAAAABFc/d6lxuFgb4C0/s320/IMG_1490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA26CHnlqI/AAAAAAAABFk/dYIYRO8V_00/s1600-h/IMG_1492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA26CHnlqI/AAAAAAAABFk/dYIYRO8V_00/s320/IMG_1492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Decorations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA3SZBQWTI/AAAAAAAABFs/5BjdIbdxZLY/s1600-h/IMG_1578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA3SZBQWTI/AAAAAAAABFs/5BjdIbdxZLY/s320/IMG_1578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday Cake Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA6PWHpgoI/AAAAAAAABGs/nCVawxtLVB8/s1600-h/IMG_2481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA6PWHpgoI/AAAAAAAABGs/nCVawxtLVB8/s320/IMG_2481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday Cake Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA6kcesw_I/AAAAAAAABG0/NNs-7hsrvgU/s1600-h/IMG_2497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA6kcesw_I/AAAAAAAABG0/NNs-7hsrvgU/s320/IMG_2497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday Cake During&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA7Iqx81eI/AAAAAAAABHE/si4Brv2wlGg/s1600-h/IMG_2565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA7Iqx81eI/AAAAAAAABHE/si4Brv2wlGg/s320/IMG_2565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday Cake During&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA7YMwIWQI/AAAAAAAABHM/u9Ul_862ifk/s1600-h/IMG_2567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA7YMwIWQI/AAAAAAAABHM/u9Ul_862ifk/s320/IMG_2567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;More During&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA2Ie-A3HI/AAAAAAAABFM/6Tk-O4VboYA/s1600-h/DSCN2452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA2Ie-A3HI/AAAAAAAABFM/6Tk-O4VboYA/s320/DSCN2452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA2MyBjFQI/AAAAAAAABFU/5KcblnVMjIw/s1600-h/DSCN2453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA2MyBjFQI/AAAAAAAABFU/5KcblnVMjIw/s320/DSCN2453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA3qLl_EAI/AAAAAAAABF0/J7_MNH5InJ0/s1600-h/IMG_1599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA3qLl_EAI/AAAAAAAABF0/J7_MNH5InJ0/s320/IMG_1599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA8rq-k04I/AAAAAAAABH0/8d2BSa2H0_Y/s1600-h/IMG_25752.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA8rq-k04I/AAAAAAAABH0/8d2BSa2H0_Y/s320/IMG_25752.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Cake After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA8IQfZtBI/AAAAAAAABHk/HL_fBAoa6qc/s1600-h/IMG_2603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA8IQfZtBI/AAAAAAAABHk/HL_fBAoa6qc/s320/IMG_2603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA73n0nkeI/AAAAAAAABHc/qcmjzUBPBu0/s1600-h/IMG_2601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA73n0nkeI/AAAAAAAABHc/qcmjzUBPBu0/s320/IMG_2601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;This one cracks me up. I love the icing moustache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA7k-2eYiI/AAAAAAAABHU/RT0NoJzqOQc/s1600-h/IMG_2595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA7k-2eYiI/AAAAAAAABHU/RT0NoJzqOQc/s320/IMG_2595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA17YNhovI/AAAAAAAABE0/Y9XKaK98-s8/s1600-h/DSCN2432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA17YNhovI/AAAAAAAABE0/Y9XKaK98-s8/s320/DSCN2432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA1_vxOk7I/AAAAAAAABE8/Ze3P89yoBwY/s1600-h/DSCN2444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA1_vxOk7I/AAAAAAAABE8/Ze3P89yoBwY/s320/DSCN2444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Random Pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt; Ellie's Favorite game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA1wfqphxI/AAAAAAAABEs/BRXBTDobm8A/s1600-h/30A_2116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA1wfqphxI/AAAAAAAABEs/BRXBTDobm8A/s320/30A_2116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt; Aunt Kate and Aunt Jill holding babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA4FYu9knI/AAAAAAAABF8/CZHT-90tewA/s1600-h/IMG_1665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA4FYu9knI/AAAAAAAABF8/CZHT-90tewA/s320/IMG_1665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Auntie Kate and Ellie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA4fYgRq2I/AAAAAAAABGE/2G3ByUP3s3U/s1600-h/IMG_1674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA4fYgRq2I/AAAAAAAABGE/2G3ByUP3s3U/s320/IMG_1674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Larry and Will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA43ikSVvI/AAAAAAAABGM/7nU5iZj12z4/s1600-h/IMG_1710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA43ikSVvI/AAAAAAAABGM/7nU5iZj12z4/s320/IMG_1710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy and Ellie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA5NF48GpI/AAAAAAAABGU/LJzKgC-oJKY/s1600-h/IMG_1722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA5NF48GpI/AAAAAAAABGU/LJzKgC-oJKY/s320/IMG_1722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Big Brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA5kUvouBI/AAAAAAAABGc/iWejY1-vfu4/s1600-h/IMG_1746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA5kUvouBI/AAAAAAAABGc/iWejY1-vfu4/s320/IMG_1746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mommy and Ellie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA8clXZlqI/AAAAAAAABHs/OvlOToSYkVY/s1600-h/IMG_2670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA8clXZlqI/AAAAAAAABHs/OvlOToSYkVY/s320/IMG_2670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-1331428175827538982?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/1331428175827538982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=1331428175827538982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1331428175827538982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1331428175827538982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-babies.html' title='Happy Birthday Babies!!!'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ShA2igGGYGI/AAAAAAAABFc/d6lxuFgb4C0/s72-c/IMG_1490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-8925341307407597682</id><published>2009-05-17T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:28:59.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Watchers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>I am alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Surprise! Surprise! I am alive. For some reason I'm still not able to blog. I want to, I really do. I just can't bring myself to do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'm not going to update everything in one post. So hopefully this will be the beginning of a slew of posts! (fingers crossed)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Here's what's new with me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to start Weight Watchers. I am going to blog about my progress on a new blog (Ha!Ha! I can't keep up with this one) I will post the link as soon as I get it up and running. Hopefully in a day or so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My next post will be all about the babies (who are now 1!!!) birthday party and Easter. Also tons of pictures of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-8925341307407597682?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/8925341307407597682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=8925341307407597682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8925341307407597682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8925341307407597682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-alive.html' title='I am alive!'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-7249493753650564680</id><published>2009-04-04T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:45:09.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C-Section'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>One Year ago today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This is from my journal one year ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I had my dr appointment today. He's not really worried about Ellie's growth. He said it could just be that she's small and a girl. BUT the Peri has decided he wants them out two weeks earlier than planned sooooo they changed the date to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;April 17th!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm a little freaked out. 14 days from today. I can't believe it. I'm a little nervous because that will put them here at 35w6d instead of 37w5d. I am praying they don't have to spend much time in the NICU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a NST on Mon and then another one the next Mon. My next dr appt is next Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how I feel about the whole thing yet. I'm still just scared but excited.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Then later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I think I'm warming up to the idea. I am still a little freaked/stressed/nervous about it. I think my main concern is that they are going to be here before 36 weeks and that was the magic number in my head. I just have to keep telling myself that it's only ONE day before 36 weeks. I'm still just praying they are ok and there isn't any NICU time or if there is it's just a couple days while I am in the hosp as well. I guess at this point only time will tell. I wonder if it would be worth it to ask for the steriod shots to ensure their lungs are mature? or if it's too late at this point..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SdepLV9RkvI/AAAAAAAABD4/NPOPww5vsTI/s1600-h/100_4569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SdepLV9RkvI/AAAAAAAABD4/NPOPww5vsTI/s320/100_4569.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SdepUT-bq9I/AAAAAAAABEA/z01i1txw6jU/s1600-h/100_4570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SdepUT-bq9I/AAAAAAAABEA/z01i1txw6jU/s320/100_4570.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SdepgS4e3ZI/AAAAAAAABEI/-4ePTS1VOHQ/s1600-h/100_4571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SdepgS4e3ZI/AAAAAAAABEI/-4ePTS1VOHQ/s320/100_4571.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't believe it's been a year. They are here and healthy. They didn't have to spend any time in the NICU. It's been an amazing, overwhelming, crazy year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt; We are having the twin's first birthday party next Saturday. I still have so much to do to get ready for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-7249493753650564680?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/7249493753650564680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=7249493753650564680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/7249493753650564680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/7249493753650564680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-year-ago-today.html' title='One Year ago today'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SdepLV9RkvI/AAAAAAAABD4/NPOPww5vsTI/s72-c/100_4569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-3575074425067395825</id><published>2009-03-25T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:25:01.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><title type='text'>Gotta love that kid</title><content type='html'>Jim was playing Guitar Hero and Ben was watching. Jim missed a note. Ben said "Why did you miss that note Daddy?" Jim said "We can't all be perfect" Ben said "My Mommy is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love that kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-3575074425067395825?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/3575074425067395825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=3575074425067395825' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/3575074425067395825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/3575074425067395825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/03/gotta-love-that-kid.html' title='Gotta love that kid'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-7410069781123926006</id><published>2009-03-23T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:49:49.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Trampoline or Ball pit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXGlY_PsDI/AAAAAAAABCY/eT15qCpwkzc/s1600-h/IMG_0884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXGlY_PsDI/AAAAAAAABCY/eT15qCpwkzc/s320/IMG_0884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Yesterday was such a nice day that we played outside most of the day. (That is one of the nice things about Southern California. It was in the 70's all day.) My parents were watching my neice Jane (Her mommy was in the hospital having her little brother - more on him later) Ben and Jane are only about 6 months apart and they have tons of fun together.&amp;nbsp; They love to jump on the "Jumpoline." RIchie and Loralee bought a bunch of balls to go on the trampoline. Ben, Jane and Will loved it, Ellie - not so much. She didn't want to be on the trampoline at all with the balls. She was content to hang out on the outside of the net with Grandma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXCaFC9xaI/AAAAAAAABBI/hiSwAxorHR0/s1600-h/IMG_0732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXCaFC9xaI/AAAAAAAABBI/hiSwAxorHR0/s320/IMG_0732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Will and Ellie checking out the "ball pit" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXEc4u4n7I/AAAAAAAABBo/MJ3bZT3Sgr8/s1600-h/IMG_0816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXEc4u4n7I/AAAAAAAABBo/MJ3bZT3Sgr8/s320/IMG_0816.JPG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXBwscgTTI/AAAAAAAABBA/uHbnXW8SFSM/s1600-h/IMG_0642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXBwscgTTI/AAAAAAAABBA/uHbnXW8SFSM/s320/IMG_0642.JPG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ben and Jane bouncing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXC7Sa_riI/AAAAAAAABBQ/pqJm0c8wlNM/s1600-h/IMG_0774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXC7Sa_riI/AAAAAAAABBQ/pqJm0c8wlNM/s320/IMG_0774.JPG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This is my favorite picture of them. I love how they are up in the air with all the balls flying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXDdQ84VwI/AAAAAAAABBY/63JgFUCb-nE/s1600-h/IMG_0805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXDdQ84VwI/AAAAAAAABBY/63JgFUCb-nE/s320/IMG_0805.JPG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXEupdSskI/AAAAAAAABBw/zcZoTZQ_AP4/s1600-h/IMG_0850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXEupdSskI/AAAAAAAABBw/zcZoTZQ_AP4/s320/IMG_0850.JPG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXFG5-RnOI/AAAAAAAABB4/3G6AFWR6kiA/s1600-h/IMG_0860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXFG5-RnOI/AAAAAAAABB4/3G6AFWR6kiA/s320/IMG_0860.JPG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXHJNS4nWI/AAAAAAAABCg/KHkvcaXNwiY/s1600-h/IMG_0891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXHJNS4nWI/AAAAAAAABCg/KHkvcaXNwiY/s320/IMG_0891.JPG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Ellie and Grandma watching the fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXHuOfP9UI/AAAAAAAABCo/ApIP1kjllls/s1600-h/IMG_0895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXHuOfP9UI/AAAAAAAABCo/ApIP1kjllls/s320/IMG_0895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ben, Jane and Will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXIXbkQG4I/AAAAAAAABCw/pmmLwrF2pEA/s1600-h/IMG_0896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXIXbkQG4I/AAAAAAAABCw/pmmLwrF2pEA/s320/IMG_0896.JPG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ellie wanting off the trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXI9S983tI/AAAAAAAABDA/2KihCWi2UBY/s1600-h/IMG_0848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXI9S983tI/AAAAAAAABDA/2KihCWi2UBY/s320/IMG_0848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-7410069781123926006?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/7410069781123926006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=7410069781123926006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/7410069781123926006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/7410069781123926006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/03/trampoline-or-ball-pit.html' title='Trampoline or Ball pit?'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ScXGlY_PsDI/AAAAAAAABCY/eT15qCpwkzc/s72-c/IMG_0884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-9096842691072900818</id><published>2009-03-12T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:36:27.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infertility'/><title type='text'>I Googled Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So I did a google search of myself today. Most of the results were things along the lines of "the melody frees my soul" and things like that. But there were a couple that were actually related to me. Some brought back tons of memories.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;When we lived in Phoenix we were interviewed for a newspaper article on infertility&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Apparently that article was used in another &lt;a href="http://www.obgyn.net/newsheadlines/womens_health-Infertility-20040129-57.asp"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; as well. If you don't want to read the whole article here is the part about us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt" name="intelliTxt"&gt;"As long as I can remember, all I've ever wanted was to become a mother and have lots of babies," says 26-year-old Melody Frees of Litchfield Park, in the Phoenix area of Arizona, who learned in 2002 that her fallopian tubes are blocked, leaving her infertile. "I see parents with babies, and I wonder if we will ever know the joy of having a child of our own."&amp;nbsp; .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Mixed messages from doctors, misplaced medical files, and numerous go-rounds with insurance companies taught Frees, the Litchfield Park woman who, at 26, should be in the prime of her fertility, and her husband, Jim, to take notes, make copies of their records, ask questions, and find answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; The Freeses tried to borrow money to pay for in vitro fertilization (IVF), but were denied, so they moved from Southern California to Litchfield Park in August 2003, found new jobs and plan to buy a home. They'll take out a second mortgage to pay for IVF, starting in 2004, and will do no more than two cycles. The cost will be about $20,000. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Finding out his wife couldn't have children without first having a tubal ligation to remove toxic fluid in the tubes that could hurt a fetus was a blow to Jim. "I'm a fixer. I need to fix things that are broken," he says. "But there was nothing I could ever say or do to turn this around and make it better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt" name="intelliTxt" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It was interesting to read knowing what I know now. Since that time we've done 4 cycles of IVF and now have 3 children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt" name="intelliTxt" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I also found the &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/archive/article/0,,20171040,00.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; in People magazine that talked about the INCIID program that allowed us to do the first two cycles. (This one only has the article. It doesn't have the pictures of us) &lt;a href="http://www.inciid.org/attachments/Babylove-people.pdf"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the one that has the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt" name="intelliTxt" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I remember the hopelessness of not knowing if we'd ever have babies. For Christmas one year our families got together and raised money to put into a "baby fund" for us. On the card they put this poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt" name="intelliTxt" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Hope&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When roses lose     their loveliness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When rivers cease to flow;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When sunlight fails to warm the air,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When stars no longer glow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When birds     cannot take to flight,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When a ruby's luster fades;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When leaves refuse to fall from boughs,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When trees cannot give shade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When fields of     flowers wither,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When clouds cease making rain;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When mountain ranges cast no shadows,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When prairies cannot grow grain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When these     natural wonders end,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When there's no&amp;nbsp; dusk or dawn;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When all life's miracles cease to be....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;...Only then will my hope be gone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt" name="intelliTxt" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'm so grateful to be where I am now. I'm so thankful for everyone who helped us get to the point we are at now. Without them we wouldn't have the beautiful family we have now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt" name="intelliTxt" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt" name="intelliTxt" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;All that reflection because I decided to google myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-9096842691072900818?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/9096842691072900818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=9096842691072900818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/9096842691072900818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/9096842691072900818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-googled-myself.html' title='I Googled Myself'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-2991473466112365590</id><published>2009-03-12T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:27:39.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><title type='text'>Super Powers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;While Ben was going potty the other day he told me he was "SuperPeeMan!" He said "When bugs come into the house, I will pee on them!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Now if you ask him what his super power is he says "Peeing!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So what's your superpower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-2991473466112365590?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/2991473466112365590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=2991473466112365590' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/2991473466112365590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/2991473466112365590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/03/super-powers.html' title='Super Powers'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-3162725477143846688</id><published>2009-03-11T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:48:02.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Introducing Pickles the Cheeseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Whenever I bring out the camera, Ellie turns into a total cheeseball. Her faces crack me up so I had to get some pictures of them. That girl is so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SbiSs54fM0I/AAAAAAAABA4/mh9D5UhlXsM/s1600-h/Pickles+Cheeseball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SbiSs54fM0I/AAAAAAAABA4/mh9D5UhlXsM/s320/Pickles+Cheeseball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-3162725477143846688?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/3162725477143846688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=3162725477143846688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/3162725477143846688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/3162725477143846688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/03/introducing-pickles-cheeseball.html' title='Introducing Pickles the Cheeseball'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SbiSs54fM0I/AAAAAAAABA4/mh9D5UhlXsM/s72-c/Pickles+Cheeseball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-1664863699191219752</id><published>2009-03-05T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:28:13.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><title type='text'>Too much TV?</title><content type='html'>Today a commercial came on for OxyClean and my dad said&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Ben, Who's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben said "That's BILLY MAYS!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SbCzdhsZpvI/AAAAAAAABAw/PrcRAtfdgm8/s1600-h/billy+mays.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SbCzdhsZpvI/AAAAAAAABAw/PrcRAtfdgm8/s320/billy+mays.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Of course he can tell you that Billy Mays sells the &lt;a href="https://www.bigcityslider.com/flare/next"&gt;Big City Slider Station&lt;/a&gt; as well. Do you think that kid watches too much tv?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-1664863699191219752?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/1664863699191219752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=1664863699191219752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1664863699191219752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1664863699191219752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-much-tv.html' title='Too much TV?'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SbCzdhsZpvI/AAAAAAAABAw/PrcRAtfdgm8/s72-c/billy+mays.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-1099093223301922555</id><published>2009-02-28T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:15:11.817-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>9 months of pictures</title><content type='html'>Every month I take a picture of all three of the kids together. It used to be on the couch every time. Now its on the couch or on the recliner or&amp;nbsp;on the floor but I make sure it's all three of them together. I can't guarantee a smile everytime or even that everyone is looking at the camera but at least they are together. I didn't do it on purpose and I actually missed April the month they were born. I have pictures of them together and of Ben holding each of them but none of them all together. I had done it for a couple months before I realized that I had gotten one every month but now I make a point to do it. I went back through them last night. It was neat to see how much they've all grown. I put together a collage of the last nine months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SanS-DP7PlI/AAAAAAAABAo/wwQ3qN7TjqQ/s1600-h/monthly+pics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SanS-DP7PlI/AAAAAAAABAo/wwQ3qN7TjqQ/s400/monthly+pics.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-1099093223301922555?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/1099093223301922555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=1099093223301922555' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1099093223301922555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1099093223301922555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/02/9-months-of-pictures.html' title='9 months of pictures'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SanS-DP7PlI/AAAAAAAABAo/wwQ3qN7TjqQ/s72-c/monthly+pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-4471719783912456219</id><published>2009-02-27T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:47:01.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breastfeeding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>The post with no name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I started this post a week or so ago and just haven't been able to finish it. So I figured I would try to finish it and get it posted. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long since I posted. For some reason I can't seem to find anything to post about. Actually that's not true, There's been stuff to blog about. But I get writers block every time I try to start. Here's our life in bullet points:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will has 6 teeth now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ellie has 4 teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will can pull himself up on furniture and cruise around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will can also crawl on his hands and knees. Up until today he would just do the army crawl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We've all been sick. Jim got it first, then Ben, Will and me. Ellie barely got sick at all. Jim got it the worst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jim almost lost his job but it seems pretty ok now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will bit me three or four&amp;nbsp;times while nursing and my right breast was so painful that you&amp;nbsp;can barely touch it. It made me almost cry to nurse on that side. There were two little holes where he bit me. It looked like I was nursing Reneseme (LOL that's for Twilight fans. - I just reread Breaking Dawn) The pediatrician (I mentioned it during an appointment for Ben and the ped knew we were in between primary care doctors so he checked me out. AWESOME DR! ) gave me an antibiotic to cure the infection which took away the pain. Will hasn't bit me in over a week thank goodness! I would cringe every time I'd go to nurse him because I was so scared of being bit again. It was REALLY Painful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ellie knows how to clap when you say "Yeah!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ellie will copy me and Ben when we shake our head and say "No! No! No!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ben had a horrible rash. On his front and his back. I took him to the doctor and it turns out his excema has returned. He gave me a prescription for a cream and told me to coat him in lotion. ( should have remembered that's what we had to do when he was little)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ellie can pull herself up to standing. We had to lower her crib on Monday. She was still at the highest setting until then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ellie can't resist a laundry basket. If there is a full one near her she has to empty it. There's one next to her crib and today when I went in to get her up from her "nap" (she didn't sleep) There were two towels and two sleeper jammies in her crib. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will said "Mama" today. (I can't say for certain that he knew what he was saying but I was down the hall and he saw me and started crawling to me and he said "MaMa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went on a &amp;nbsp;tour of&amp;nbsp;a preschool the other day. Ben will be going in Sept. I think he's pretty excited about it. (Not that I think he's really aware of what preschool is. He knows preschool is learning and fun but he doesn't understand this preschool isn't at our house and Mommy isn't going to be there. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I think that is our updated life. Now for the part you are really here for - PICTURES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Standing in their crib (no he's really not THAT much taller than her. I think he's on his toes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SaixwTDutMI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/oAh39OT_qbE/s1600-h/IMG_0534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SaixwTDutMI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/oAh39OT_qbE/s320/IMG_0534.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ellie's stink face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SaiyKqJOAaI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/UYo2YJk0xLA/s1600-h/IMG_0635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SaiyKqJOAaI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/UYo2YJk0xLA/s320/IMG_0635.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Will trying to watch tv over the table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SaiyeD0GH1I/AAAAAAAAA_g/wEdgvQwo-Q0/s1600-h/IMG_0650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SaiyeD0GH1I/AAAAAAAAA_g/wEdgvQwo-Q0/s320/IMG_0650.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ben's monster face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Saiy_JgL3cI/AAAAAAAAA_o/7mk3eX_VmVg/s1600-h/IMG_0712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Saiy_JgL3cI/AAAAAAAAA_o/7mk3eX_VmVg/s320/IMG_0712.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Will's First mohawk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SaizcdN03dI/AAAAAAAAA_w/8U__WDou1Uc/s1600-h/IMG_0778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SaizcdN03dI/AAAAAAAAA_w/8U__WDou1Uc/s320/IMG_0778.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Saiz1EVzB3I/AAAAAAAAA_4/bhfAcfqr1o0/s1600-h/IMG_0790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Saiz1EVzB3I/AAAAAAAAA_4/bhfAcfqr1o0/s320/IMG_0790.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ben's rash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sai0KYrfoNI/AAAAAAAABAA/DZZFvp3FeMI/s1600-h/IMG_0835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sai0KYrfoNI/AAAAAAAABAA/DZZFvp3FeMI/s200/IMG_0835.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sai0mHt5QnI/AAAAAAAABAI/uWkAgcmWOIY/s1600-h/IMG_0964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sai0mHt5QnI/AAAAAAAABAI/uWkAgcmWOIY/s320/IMG_0964.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ben painting a volcano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sai08kQ920I/AAAAAAAABAQ/hYKtf2x2m9g/s1600-h/IMG_1063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sai08kQ920I/AAAAAAAABAQ/hYKtf2x2m9g/s320/IMG_1063.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jim and Ben ( I LOVE THIS PICTURE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sai1TZQWxfI/AAAAAAAABAY/KUE1bZEc9rw/s1600-h/IMG_1256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/Sai1TZQWxfI/AAAAAAAABAY/KUE1bZEc9rw/s320/IMG_1256.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ellie with her crazy smile in the laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SajBa3pcUHI/AAAAAAAABAg/WdTlNOF2Pbo/s1600-h/IMG_1248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SajBa3pcUHI/AAAAAAAABAg/WdTlNOF2Pbo/s320/IMG_1248.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-4471719783912456219?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/4471719783912456219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=4471719783912456219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/4471719783912456219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/4471719783912456219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-with-no-name.html' title='The post with no name'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SaixwTDutMI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/oAh39OT_qbE/s72-c/IMG_0534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-8576412414584330212</id><published>2009-02-27T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:57:31.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other'/><title type='text'>Is this not the cutest song ever?!</title><content type='html'>I have a real post coming soon. But I couldn't resist posting this. My niece sings this song and its so cute! (The way she sings it is so much cuter than these guys but I don't have a video of her singing it&amp;nbsp;so you are stuck with this version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lhL3hAnjLCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lhL3hAnjLCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter and Jelly Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m peanut butter and you are jelly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we’re so happy on our little piece of bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time that I saw you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting&amp;nbsp;across&amp;nbsp;the cupboard with your other jelly friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re so sweet and I am chunky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re low fat, well I’m working on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m peanut butter and you are jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we’re so happy on&amp;nbsp;a little piece of bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;met grape and strawberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you’re raspberry and that’s my favorite kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please&amp;nbsp;excuse me for my&amp;nbsp; recent stint with honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;was looking at&amp;nbsp;the label and not at what was inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re so sweet and I am chunky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re low fat, well I’m working on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m peanut butter and you are jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we’re so happy on our little piece of bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so glad that I discovered, you in the cupboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you’re glad too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, we’ll be stuck together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what could be better than being stuck with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so sweet and I am chunky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re low fat, well I’m working on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m peanut butter and you are jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we’re so happy on our little piece of bread&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-8576412414584330212?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/8576412414584330212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=8576412414584330212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8576412414584330212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8576412414584330212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-this-not-cutest-song-ever.html' title='Is this not the cutest song ever?!'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-6242805333353148388</id><published>2009-02-26T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:17:26.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Day One Complete</title><content type='html'>Jim is in San Fransisco with my brothers Travis and Richie. Travis is an "Exibitor" at the &lt;a href="http://www.comic-con.org/wc/"&gt;WonderCon2009&lt;/a&gt;. Jim and Richie went to help him out. This is the first time since the babies were born that we've been apart overnight. They left this morning and will be gone until Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;Jim has been on vacation this week which has been wonderful. It's been really nice having him home. It's been great having him around so much to help with the kids. Ben has loved having his Daddy home. The only problem is now he's gone for 4 days. So we went from having him home all the time to gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure do miss him. (Don't tell him but it gets pretty boring around here without that crazy guy.) I don't know what I'd do without him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We survived the first day. Only 3 days to go. The days are pretty easy to get through since he's normally at work anyway. It's the night that is hard. I get bored, lonely and I tend to suffer from panic attacks. I'm hoping the next&amp;nbsp;3 nights go by really quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-6242805333353148388?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/6242805333353148388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=6242805333353148388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/6242805333353148388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/6242805333353148388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-one-complete.html' title='Day One Complete'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-7447080978713992928</id><published>2009-02-18T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:48:43.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infertility'/><title type='text'>I would die for that</title><content type='html'>I've had writers block for a couple weeks now. I have a post started that I promise I will get up in the next day or so. Its basically an update as to our life recently. But in the mean time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been kind of a rough day. Babies are cranky. Ben has been whiney. Babies took two very short naps and woke up screaming/crying. Ben actually took a nap which means he will be up later tonight. I have tons of baby laundry I need to fold and a house to clean. Needless to say I was feeling a little overwhelmed and to be honest not very happy about being a mom. Then I came across this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JqfGqOx2iDQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JqfGqOx2iDQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It describes me four years ago perfectly. It put everything back into perspective. I am so thrilled I have been given this chance to be a mother to these three perfect little souls. This is exactly what I've always wanted.&amp;nbsp;It helped to bring me back and remember what I went through to get to this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would die for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-7447080978713992928?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/7447080978713992928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=7447080978713992928' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/7447080978713992928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/7447080978713992928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-would-die-for-that.html' title='I would die for that'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-6887674412381126168</id><published>2009-01-25T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:59:21.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Way back when</title><content type='html'>I met Jim in either 1992 or 1993 (neither of us can remember) My friend Carolyn moved to Moreno Valley and started dating his friend Chris. They were going to go to a "Midnight Bowling" night at the local bowling alley. Carolyn invited me so I could meet Chris' friend Jim. I was only 13 or 14 at the time and wasn't allowed to date yet (I wasn't the most obedient child) I asked my parents if I could go to the Midnight Bowling (The bowling alley would lock everyone in from midnight until about 7 in the morning - if I remember correctly. I didn't do alot of bowling back then - or now for that matter) My parents said No way. So a couple days later I asked if I could spend the night at Carolyn's house. They said I could if we didn't go to the Midnight Bowling thing. So I spent the night at Carolyn's and of course we went to the Midnight Bowling. There I met Jim. He was hilarious. He was the class clown and always made everyone laugh. We "dated" (as much as you can at 13 or 14, living in two different cities, with neither of you having a drivers license) off an on through our sophmore and junior years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We went to my junior prom together. I can't say I had a good time. We were on the verge of breaking up at that point. I had low self esteem and needed constant attention. He had a sense of humor I didn't appreciate at the time. The combination of those made for a pretty crappy night for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SX1BL2Zue1I/AAAAAAAAA94/hhmfz-_Ub9c/s1600-h/prom1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SX1BL2Zue1I/AAAAAAAAA94/hhmfz-_Ub9c/s320/prom1.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We broke up very soon after. Our senior year we didn't have much contact I don't think. He went into the Navy right after High School and I moved to Utah. He wrote me a couple of letters during that time. But I don't think we talked for more than a handful of times from High School through 2000. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then&amp;nbsp;June 17, 2000&amp;nbsp;I was driving in Moreno Valley on my way to a friends house. I had my mom's cell phone with me and I was thinking about Jim. Just wondering what happened to him. I called information and gave them his last name. I had no idea if he even still lived in Moreno Valley. I didn't know what his parents names were or anything like that. They said there was one listing for his last name so I went ahead and called it. Of course I got the answering machine and it didn't say any names it just said "You have reached XXX-XXXX please leave a message" Well crap. That didn't help. So I left a message "Hi, I'm looking for Jimmy... My name is Melody... I knew him in high school..." and he picked up the phone. We talked for a few minutes and he invited me to house. (Unknown to me he was actually getting ready to go to his girlfriend's house. Needless to say he got there late) I went over there and we hung out for a couple hours. Then he went to his girlfriends house and I went to my friend's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We went out a couple times after that but I wasn't really interested in him. He was awesome to hang out with and we had so much fun but I was dating three other guys at the time and wasn't interested in settling down. At the end of our second date he we to kiss me and I turned my head so he kissed my cheek. He decided if I didn't kiss him by the third date he was gonna find someone else. Thankfully for me, I kissed him on the third date :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On my 23rd birthday (July 20th) I was still dating Jim and the other 3 guys. (I was mainly dating Jim but I refused to commit lol) I got roses delived to my work from the other three guys. A dozen from one, 23 from another and 24 from the third. I got home and Jim had a bouquet of sun flowers and wild flowers for me. He said "I thought you'd be sick of roses by now" (AWWWW)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In August we went to an amusment park with my brother and his girlfriend. We were still just friends but we were constantly together. He was my best friend and we were pretty much inseperable. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SX1OPUoriXI/AAAAAAAAA-A/qNnG-5ScHt4/s1600-h/snakes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SX1OPUoriXI/AAAAAAAAA-A/qNnG-5ScHt4/s320/snakes.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SX1OSdLNNaI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/zi8bpvYMvUI/s1600-h/us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SX1OSdLNNaI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/zi8bpvYMvUI/s320/us.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SX1OQVwZF3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/NXFvkooYWIk/s1600-h/too+cool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SX1OQVwZF3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/NXFvkooYWIk/s320/too+cool.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While we were there we were standing in line for the laser tag and I was talking to my brother's girlfriend. The subject of kids came up and I turned to Jim and said "How many kids did we decide we were having? was it 4 or 6?" He said "I believe it was 4" and I went back to talking to her without even batting an eye. Then I stopped and said "Wait, when did we go from just being friends to deciding on kids?" He laughed and said "I don't know, it just happened"&amp;nbsp;and from then on we knew we were getting married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On August 11th we were going to my friend's mom's house to pick up the engagement ring, (We bought my ring from a pawn shop and her mom had picked it up for us) we were almost there when we rear ended the car in front of us. We totalled the car and Jim broke his arm. Someone called 911 and they had the ambulance come and take us to the hospital. Not before her mom came to the accident site, climbed in the ambulance and handed Jim the ring. He proposed to me there in the ambulance. Both our parent came to the emergency room and thats where they met. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On January 20, 2001 we were married. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SX1OTvdooVI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/QJ58SM8zL1k/s1600-h/wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SX1OTvdooVI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/QJ58SM8zL1k/s320/wedding.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We've had our ups and downs since but we are so happy together. I love him so much and I'm so happy that I went to the Midnight Bowling and that I called him. I am so blessed to have him in my life. He is a wonderful husband and father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-6887674412381126168?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/6887674412381126168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=6887674412381126168' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/6887674412381126168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/6887674412381126168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/01/way-back-when.html' title='Way back when'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SX1BL2Zue1I/AAAAAAAAA94/hhmfz-_Ub9c/s72-c/prom1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-8435635632649043347</id><published>2009-01-23T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:58:09.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>This week in Review</title><content type='html'>We are all recovering from being sick over here. Jim got it first. He was completely knocked down last weekend. Saturday he didn't even get out of bed. He had a horrible fever and was just completely sick. By Monday he was feeling a little better but since he had been in bed all day Saturday and Sunday he could barely walk on Monday. Jim took care of Ben on Monday while I took the babies to their 9 month appointment. (But I already posted about that &lt;a href="http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/01/9-months.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Ben, Will and I all came down with the same thing Jim had. We have all been horribly congested all week. Ben was running a fever on Tuesday and Wednesday. Poor Will's nose has been gross. (and I HATE snotty noses) Tuesday was also our 8th anniversary. I was meaning to post this whole wonderful post about our anniversary. I still plan to do that post either later tonight or tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we bought a Cannon Eos Rebel XS as a anniversary present to each other. I am so excited to start using the new camera. It takes AWESOME pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was my sewing class. I am loving learning to sew.&amp;nbsp;I made a sun dress for Ellie Bellie. It is reversible. I love the material for it. It's not finished yet. I still have to add buttons to it and make the diaper covers. Since it's reversible I'm going to make two covers. One in the pink skull material and one in the black polka dot material. I love the dress and can't wait for it to be finished! Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SXqqBsNwCDI/AAAAAAAAA9w/muTw3ncRUPE/s1600-h/Ellie+sundress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SXqqBsNwCDI/AAAAAAAAA9w/muTw3ncRUPE/s400/Ellie+sundress.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had me measure her waist and thigh so we could make the diaper cover small enough. Ellie has a 15 inch waist and 8 inch thighs. For the fun of it I decided to measure Will as well. He has a 19 inch waist and 11 inch thighs. Then Ben wanted to be measured as well. He has a 19 inch waist and 11 1/2 inch thighs. My boy have the same size waist and almost the same size thighs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now on friday and slowing feeling better. Ben is&amp;nbsp;still whiney, Ellie just got her third tooth today, Will and I&amp;nbsp;are horribly cranky and&amp;nbsp;Jim has to work tomorrow yuck! Hopefully we will be covered and back to our smiley happy selves soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-8435635632649043347?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/8435635632649043347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=8435635632649043347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8435635632649043347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8435635632649043347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-week-in-review.html' title='This week in Review'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SXqqBsNwCDI/AAAAAAAAA9w/muTw3ncRUPE/s72-c/Ellie+sundress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-836367447456465846</id><published>2009-01-19T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:36:16.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflux'/><title type='text'>9 months</title><content type='html'>Will and Ellie had their 9 month appointment today. The offical stats are:&lt;br /&gt;Will &lt;br /&gt;Weight - 19lbs 8.5oz&amp;nbsp; - 25th % &lt;br /&gt;Length - 27inches - 20%&lt;br /&gt;Head size -&amp;nbsp;45cm - 45%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie&lt;br /&gt;Weight - 14lbs 5.5oz - not even on the charts. &lt;br /&gt;Length - 26inches - 15%&lt;br /&gt;Head size - 42 1/2cm - 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babies are getting so big!! They are scooting all over the place! Will is really quick. He can sit up on his own. He says "Mamamamama"all the time and his giggle is completely infectious. He has 4 teeth. He's such a chunky little monkey, I love it. Poor little guy has been spitting up again and he's been really grumpy lately so I talked to the doctor about putting him back on the Zantac because I'm pretty sure the reflux is back. He agreed so Will is back on Zantac. This time he's on 1.2mls every 12 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie is so much fun. She is so ticklish. Her laugh is hilarious. She gets so excited and wiggly when she sees someone she likes. She doesn't care for strained baby food but loves anything she can pick up and eat by herself. She has 2 teeth. She's so tiny. She has a newborn size dress that she just barely grew out of. We really are getting our money's worth in clothes on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so much fun! I can't believe how quickly time has flown by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-836367447456465846?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/836367447456465846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=836367447456465846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/836367447456465846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/836367447456465846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/01/9-months.html' title='9 months'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-6984955648203181929</id><published>2009-01-17T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:10:04.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing'/><title type='text'>Sewing Class #3</title><content type='html'>Thursday night I had my third sewing class. I made Ben a blanket. He loves it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SXJWeeU4pwI/AAAAAAAAA9I/QOVclljGez8/s1600-h/0115091948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SXJWeeU4pwI/AAAAAAAAA9I/QOVclljGez8/s320/0115091948.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Almost finished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SXJWgwEACxI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Mglfj5HG-3Q/s1600-h/0115092013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SXJWgwEACxI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Mglfj5HG-3Q/s320/0115092013.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After we&amp;nbsp;tied it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SXJWjdcZBnI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/t2tx3c7IBOo/s1600-h/0115092053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SXJWjdcZBnI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/t2tx3c7IBOo/s320/0115092053.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to make one for Will next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-6984955648203181929?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/6984955648203181929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=6984955648203181929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/6984955648203181929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/6984955648203181929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/01/sewing-class-3.html' title='Sewing Class #3'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SXJWeeU4pwI/AAAAAAAAA9I/QOVclljGez8/s72-c/0115091948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-6407722306887821090</id><published>2009-01-15T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:55:09.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>One Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The babies are now on solid foods. In one week they eat a total of 42 jars of baby food, half a box of rice cereal and half a box of oatmeal. For breakfast they each eat one jar of fruit&amp;nbsp;and 1/4 cup of oatmeal mixed together. For dinner they each eat one jar of vegetables mixed with 1/4 cup of rice cereal and one jar of fruit. Sometimes they will share a jar of vegetables instead of each eating their own depending on how hungry they seem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SW_zy9pZEMI/AAAAAAAAA8A/HImNg5CXIg8/s1600-h/100_6999.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SW_zy9pZEMI/AAAAAAAAA8A/HImNg5CXIg8/s320/100_6999.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They each go through 5 -6 diapers a day, which totals 84 diapers a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SW_z8extLJI/AAAAAAAAA8I/R_0bGRvQ_jc/s1600-h/100_7001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SW_z8extLJI/AAAAAAAAA8I/R_0bGRvQ_jc/s320/100_7001.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully Ben is POTTY TRAINED now!!!!! He's been only had 3 accidents since last friday and he's been dry every morning when he wakes up! We only have to buy 2 sizes of diapers now. YEAH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weighed the babies tonight by having my dad stand on the scale then I'd hand him a baby. According to our scale Ellie weighs 13 lbs and Will weighs 20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple cute pictures of them :) Because I can't resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SW_2NjAbF_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/eEGHgsGhSxw/s1600-h/100_6898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SW_2NjAbF_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/eEGHgsGhSxw/s320/100_6898.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SW_2AeK74-I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/iDggr56BBR8/s1600-h/100_6974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SW_2AeK74-I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/iDggr56BBR8/s320/100_6974.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SW_11lJ411I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/uf8i-X-XuoM/s1600-h/100_6890.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SW_11lJ411I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/uf8i-X-XuoM/s320/100_6890.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the silly ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SW_2U0v_jHI/AAAAAAAAA8w/0dEzc6AxQtA/s1600-h/100_6905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SW_2U0v_jHI/AAAAAAAAA8w/0dEzc6AxQtA/s320/100_6905.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SW_2GM-qABI/AAAAAAAAA8g/bBgyDPqNwqs/s1600-h/100_6941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SW_2GM-qABI/AAAAAAAAA8g/bBgyDPqNwqs/s320/100_6941.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SW_2qSPHsEI/AAAAAAAAA9A/zwPDq5lBzfM/s1600-h/100_6895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SW_2qSPHsEI/AAAAAAAAA9A/zwPDq5lBzfM/s320/100_6895.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-6407722306887821090?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/6407722306887821090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=6407722306887821090' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/6407722306887821090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/6407722306887821090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-week.html' title='One Week'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SW_zy9pZEMI/AAAAAAAAA8A/HImNg5CXIg8/s72-c/100_6999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-9119975583554202332</id><published>2009-01-09T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:29:12.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing'/><title type='text'>Sewing Class #2</title><content type='html'>I went to my second sewing class last night. I made a bib for EllieBellie. I'm pretty happy with the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWerTW-m_KI/AAAAAAAAA70/ANvyyHsRV1c/s1600-h/100_6819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWerTW-m_KI/AAAAAAAAA70/ANvyyHsRV1c/s320/100_6819.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It looks hot pink in the picture but it's actually red. I think I'm going to go out tomorrow to JoAnn's and pick up some more fabric to make more bibs. I really like them especially since they are really big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll be back later to post my thoughts about the comments. Ellie is waking up)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-9119975583554202332?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/9119975583554202332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=9119975583554202332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/9119975583554202332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/9119975583554202332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/01/sewing-class-2.html' title='Sewing Class #2'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWerTW-m_KI/AAAAAAAAA70/ANvyyHsRV1c/s72-c/100_6819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-8192465453056396732</id><published>2009-01-08T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:44:53.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>I bet you're thinking this is another post where I &lt;del&gt;beg&lt;/del&gt; ask for comments. Well you're wrong :) This is asking for advice (ok I guess since I'm asking for you to respond I am in fact &lt;del&gt;begging&lt;/del&gt; asking for comments. So I guess you are right.) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;How do you handle responding to comments? Do you email the commenter directly or do you just post another comment after them? I feel bad about not responding to comments all the time. I read them and think I need to respond to that but then I can't figure out if I should respond in the comments so everyone can read the response, but what if the commenter doesn't come back to reread the comment section? or should I email the commenter but then everyone doesn't get to read the answer? or should I create a whole new post to answer the comments? Maybe I should do that. I'll write a post where I go through all the comments and respond to each question. I guess that would be more like a question and answer session... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;:Sigh: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm over thinking this whole thing. If I haven't responded to your comments in the past please forgive me, I'm trying to do better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-8192465453056396732?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/8192465453056396732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=8192465453056396732' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8192465453056396732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8192465453056396732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/01/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-5626106158348501597</id><published>2009-01-07T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:13:43.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Just random pictures</title><content type='html'>I figured I haven't done a random picture post in awhile. (and if I have oh well here's another one) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Daddy and Ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWWXpPjPX9I/AAAAAAAAA7E/RrdGWMnNP8Q/s1600-h/100_6663.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWWXpPjPX9I/AAAAAAAAA7E/RrdGWMnNP8Q/s320/100_6663.jpg" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWWXwhMlgGI/AAAAAAAAA7M/M8foXNj_Ceo/s320/100_6680.jpg" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Will (how can you resist this smile?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWWYBGLfvzI/AAAAAAAAA7c/V2QPJyB_Qls/s1600-h/100_6794.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWWYBGLfvzI/AAAAAAAAA7c/V2QPJyB_Qls/s320/100_6794.jpg" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Will's smile again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWWYKtE_45I/AAAAAAAAA7k/0aKtPIZMdPM/s1600-h/100_6798.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWWYKtE_45I/AAAAAAAAA7k/0aKtPIZMdPM/s320/100_6798.jpg" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ellie sleeping today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWWYTQ9xAXI/AAAAAAAAA7s/AFr9vkWSJtw/s1600-h/100_6803.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWWYTQ9xAXI/AAAAAAAAA7s/AFr9vkWSJtw/s320/100_6803.jpg" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ellie (I can't believe how big Ellie looks here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWWX4ulrgzI/AAAAAAAAA7U/EIOBS409V2U/s1600-h/100_6691.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWWX4ulrgzI/AAAAAAAAA7U/EIOBS409V2U/s320/100_6691.jpg" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-5626106158348501597?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/5626106158348501597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=5626106158348501597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/5626106158348501597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/5626106158348501597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-random-pictures.html' title='Just random pictures'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWWXpPjPX9I/AAAAAAAAA7E/RrdGWMnNP8Q/s72-c/100_6663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-7428993940240383254</id><published>2009-01-04T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:57:47.424-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing'/><title type='text'>Move over Martha Stewart!</title><content type='html'>For Christmas this year, Santa brought me a sewing machine. I've been wanting to learn to sew but haven't had the time, a sewing machine, the room, etc.... Well now I have one of those excuses crossed off the list. I own a sewing machine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWGhfJR7qYI/AAAAAAAAA6g/zhn5Saf3vC0/s1600-h/0103092024.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWGhfJR7qYI/AAAAAAAAA6g/zhn5Saf3vC0/s320/0103092024.jpg" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My mom said she would teach me to sew I just needed to figure out when. So I talked to Jim a couple nights ago about going up to my mom's house one night a week after I put the babies to bed (they go down at 6:30ish) for a sewing lesson. He said "why don't you go up there twice a week? Once during the week and then on Saturday night as well" He didn't even get a chance to finish the sentence and I was on the phone with my mom setting it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was my first sewing lesson. We started with something easy - a pillowcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWGhbFA962I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/JQYbCFht2ug/s1600-h/0103091946.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWGhbFA962I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/JQYbCFht2ug/s320/0103091946.jpg" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here I am sewing Ben's pillowcase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWGhdCyZOLI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/SwhfM5X-edI/s1600-h/0103091947.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWGhdCyZOLI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/SwhfM5X-edI/s320/0103091947.jpg" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here is the finished product&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWGhhzQAFGI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ncIrL9qjmEU/s1600-h/0103092024a.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWGhhzQAFGI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ncIrL9qjmEU/s320/0103092024a.jpg" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I need to take a picture of it on the pillow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Next I'm learning to make a bib.... I am loving learning to sew. It really gives me a sense of accomplishment. I love being able to make new things. It also gives me some much needed ME time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-7428993940240383254?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/7428993940240383254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=7428993940240383254' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/7428993940240383254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/7428993940240383254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/01/move-over-martha-stewart.html' title='Move over Martha Stewart!'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SWGhfJR7qYI/AAAAAAAAA6g/zhn5Saf3vC0/s72-c/0103092024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-1865059766548014544</id><published>2009-01-01T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:20:36.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Obligatory Happy New Year post</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone has a wonderful, safe new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe:&lt;br /&gt;it's 2009&lt;br /&gt;I'm 31&lt;br /&gt;I've been married almost 8 years&lt;br /&gt;14 years ago I was a senior in high school&lt;br /&gt;I have three kids&lt;br /&gt;Ben is 3&lt;br /&gt;Will and Ellie are almost 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;I've done IVF 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;I've been pregnant 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;I've been pregnant with twins.&lt;br /&gt;I've had 2 c-sections.&lt;br /&gt;I weigh mumble, mumble, mumble.&lt;br /&gt;I've bought and sold a house.&lt;br /&gt;I've owned 6 cars.&lt;br /&gt;I quit work to be a stay at home mom.&lt;br /&gt;I've had 3 dogs, 5 cats and numerous fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about my New Year's resolutions. Of course I have the standard:&lt;br /&gt;1. lose weight and&lt;br /&gt;2. get out of debt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of those two I really want to be a better wife and mother. Sometimes I don't feel like I do a good job at either one. I don't have as much patience as I should with my children or my husband.&amp;nbsp; I want to work on strengthening my relationship with Jim. He really is a great guy and I need to remember that more often. I need to make sure I appreciate him more and complain less. I need to make sure he knows how much I love him and support him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the other thing I want to work on this year is to find out who I really am and becoming a stronger Me. 2009 is the year of Becoming Me. I want to work on being happy with who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-1865059766548014544?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/1865059766548014544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=1865059766548014544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1865059766548014544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1865059766548014544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2009/01/obligatory-happy-new-year-post.html' title='Obligatory Happy New Year post'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-5074864634953676598</id><published>2008-12-27T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:45:49.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcFkPmtrWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/lwZ5hlyjYL0/s1600-h/Merry+Christmas+Sig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcFkPmtrWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/lwZ5hlyjYL0/s320/Merry+Christmas+Sig.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas from our family to yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've been trying to write this post for a couple days now. I wrote this post yesterday but then our power went out and I lost the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We had a really wonderful Christmas this year. We spent it sourrounded by family and friends. This was the first year that Ben really knew what was going on. He was so excited about Santa. It was soawesome to be able to experience the magic of Christmas through his eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He had so much fun making cookies for Santa. He left them out with a note. Daddy wrote the note and he signed his own name (except it turned out Bem)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcFv9z_hJI/AAAAAAAAA3g/f9TunGhlq3k/s1600-h/100_6579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcFv9z_hJI/AAAAAAAAA3g/f9TunGhlq3k/s320/100_6579.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcF3yHyk9I/AAAAAAAAA3o/SK_YdU2ZaQU/s1600-h/100_6580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcF3yHyk9I/AAAAAAAAA3o/SK_YdU2ZaQU/s320/100_6580.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He woke up at 5:00am so excited because "Santa had come!" We convinced him to stay in bed until 6:00. (by convinced I mean we refused to get up.) I was cuddling with him for awhile and he rolled over to Jim. I pulled him back to my side and he said "I want to cuddle with Daddy. You hug yourself" nice huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So we finally let him get up at 6:00. He came out and saw that Santa had responded to his letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcGKZ_OTOI/AAAAAAAAA34/CAEYnyLBQnw/s1600-h/100_6590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcGKZ_OTOI/AAAAAAAAA34/CAEYnyLBQnw/s320/100_6590.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcOXFyrv-I/AAAAAAAAA5I/Kr6u01uRacw/s1600-h/100_6586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcOXFyrv-I/AAAAAAAAA5I/Kr6u01uRacw/s320/100_6586.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Then he saw his stocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcGX9XuxCI/AAAAAAAAA4A/hhMVve5WKvg/s1600-h/100_6594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcGX9XuxCI/AAAAAAAAA4A/hhMVve5WKvg/s320/100_6594.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and the tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcGDEDsKAI/AAAAAAAAA3w/IfJikVip2Ik/s1600-h/100_6581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcGDEDsKAI/AAAAAAAAA3w/IfJikVip2Ik/s320/100_6581.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He opened his presents from Santa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcGg9hW-dI/AAAAAAAAA4I/WkyT7hz2MoA/s1600-h/100_6602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcGg9hW-dI/AAAAAAAAA4I/WkyT7hz2MoA/s320/100_6602.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcPRFWSm7I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/hdcCNkFR4NI/s1600-h/100_6605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcPRFWSm7I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/hdcCNkFR4NI/s320/100_6605.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then the babies woke up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcGz7Y8dnI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/itAoZQH1vCU/s1600-h/100_6614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcGz7Y8dnI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/itAoZQH1vCU/s320/100_6614.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They opened their stockings (ok, I opened their stockings)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcG9vXJ_hI/AAAAAAAAA4g/opqpFwIWZjY/s1600-h/100_6615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcG9vXJ_hI/AAAAAAAAA4g/opqpFwIWZjY/s320/100_6615.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And they played with (ate) their toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcHFJoutPI/AAAAAAAAA4o/bQDY7BtlGGM/s1600-h/100_6616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcHFJoutPI/AAAAAAAAA4o/bQDY7BtlGGM/s320/100_6616.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcHMbIfQtI/AAAAAAAAA4w/iXt8nUXDjWw/s1600-h/100_6617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcHMbIfQtI/AAAAAAAAA4w/iXt8nUXDjWw/s320/100_6617.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcHdSml1yI/AAAAAAAAA5A/E4YDcyLGXpQ/s1600-h/100_6619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcHdSml1yI/AAAAAAAAA5A/E4YDcyLGXpQ/s320/100_6619.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcHWZSL9fI/AAAAAAAAA44/rB0b4qY6VFc/s1600-h/100_6618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcHWZSL9fI/AAAAAAAAA44/rB0b4qY6VFc/s320/100_6618.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After we opened presents at our house. Then we went to my parents house to open presents up there.&amp;nbsp;At&amp;nbsp;1:30 we went over to our friend Scott and Bridgette's house. We visited with them for a while. The whole day it was raining really hard so we had to keep running to and from the car.&amp;nbsp;Then at&amp;nbsp;3:00 we went to Jim's brother's house and had Christmas dinner with Jim's family. We finally got home at 7:00pm and put the babies to bed. Ben went down at 8. Our house looks like ToysRus barfed all over it. but it was a wonderful day. It was so nice to spend Christmas with our families. It was a really busy day but it was wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are so blessed to have great families that we live close to. I couldn't imagine a better life. I'm surrounded by the best family and friends a girl could ask for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope everyone else had a wonderful Christmas as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-5074864634953676598?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/5074864634953676598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=5074864634953676598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/5074864634953676598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/5074864634953676598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SVcFkPmtrWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/lwZ5hlyjYL0/s72-c/Merry+Christmas+Sig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-2209522843732397282</id><published>2008-12-19T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:59:43.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>Potty Training, Teeth and Weaning</title><content type='html'>We've been working on potty training Ben which hasn't been fun. All week I've put him in underwear. If he had two accidents in a day I'd put him in a diaper. So everyday this week he ended up in diapers about noon (one day he made it until 2). I haven't been able to figure out any that would work to get him to pee in the toilet until today. On&amp;nbsp;my friend's&amp;nbsp;facebook page she talked about these bullseyes for the toilet. I though to myself maybe that would work for him. So what I did was found a bullseye clipart. I printed up probably 50 of them. So today he peed in the toilet all day! He stayed dry until 6:00. We had people over, he was watching tv and I forgot to ask him if he needed to pee so I can't really blame him. I am so thrilled! He loved peeing on the targets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More good news Will has a third tooth! This one is on top. I think he's going to wean himself soon. He will only nurse for a few minutes and then is horribly cranky. I just don't think he's getting enough. I nursed him this afternoon for about 5 minutes then he refused to nurse anymore. He was still so cranky so I made him a 6 ounce bottle and he downed it in minutes. Then he was really happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie however wants nothing to do with a bottle. She would rather not eat and wait for me to get home than take a bottle. It will be weird to have one on a bottle and one nursing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else wean one and continue to nurse the other?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-2209522843732397282?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/2209522843732397282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=2209522843732397282' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/2209522843732397282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/2209522843732397282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/12/potty-training-teeth-and-weaning.html' title='Potty Training, Teeth and Weaning'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-6858924826925556241</id><published>2008-12-18T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:58:09.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>My spreadsheet</title><content type='html'>I got an email from Lisa today asking for a copy of my spreadsheet. I realize I've mentioned my spreadsheets before but I don't think I've ever really described it. So here goes :) (Thanks Lisa for an idea on something to blog about too! I've been in kind of a blogging slump lately) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SUsp6Qd1tPI/AAAAAAAAA1w/Zkzj9w5fL8k/s1600-h/Spreadsheet12-15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SUsp6Qd1tPI/AAAAAAAAA1w/Zkzj9w5fL8k/s400/Spreadsheet12-15.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I keep track of everything that goes into and comes out of the twins. Its another obsession of mine. It really messes me up if I don't have the data for that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how the spreadsheet works. &lt;br /&gt;It starts at 6:00am and ends at 5:00am the next morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Column B and C&amp;nbsp;are the start and end times for nursing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Column D is which side Right or Left (I just put R or L) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Column E is if they were really fussing (I didn't always use that column. I started putting y/n for fussy then switched to a color code red was inconsolible, orange was fussy, yellow was mildly fussy, green was happy. Then I quit tracking it all together. I was trying to see if there was a pattern for awhile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Column F is for if they took a bottle and how many ounces it was. ( I supplemented at first. And now they get one if I'm gone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Column G is if the bottle was (e) expressed (Breastmilk) or (f) formula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Column H is what time they woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Column I is what time they went down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Column J is if they have a wet diaper (I just use y/n)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Column K is if they have a poopy diaper (I use (L)arge, (M)edium, and (S)mall or (N)one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Column L is the number of diapers in that hour (If they had two poopy diapers in that hour I would put L2 or whatever in column K or Y2 in Column J if they had two wet diapers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Column M is any other comments - if they got shots or tylenol or what solids they eat (I use it still) It helps to keep track of medicine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Row 28 adds up the total amount they had supplemented and Row 31 is the total number of diapers they each had that day.&lt;br /&gt;The twins have been alive for 245 days and I have data for at least 230 days of it. One of these days I will stop keeping track but for now it's really helpful. I really do feel out of sorts if I don't track what they did that day. It's also really helpful when I have to take them to the doctor because I don't have to actually remember anything. I have it all right there. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm crazy aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you want a copy of my spreadsheet please feel free to email me. I have daily ones and one that is for the whole month. - it is the same spreadsheet but has a new tab for each day. It is on Excel so you will have to have Excel to use it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-6858924826925556241?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/6858924826925556241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=6858924826925556241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/6858924826925556241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/6858924826925556241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-spreadsheet.html' title='My spreadsheet'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SUsp6Qd1tPI/AAAAAAAAA1w/Zkzj9w5fL8k/s72-c/Spreadsheet12-15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-5082238225981292396</id><published>2008-12-12T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:14:24.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Don't bite the hand (or boob) that feeds you</title><content type='html'>Ellie has always been a biter but now that the little girl has a tooth it hurts like HELL! I've tried just pulling her off everytime she bites. It doesn't completely work. Any ideas would be great!! How do you get your baby to quit biting you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-5082238225981292396?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/5082238225981292396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=5082238225981292396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/5082238225981292396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/5082238225981292396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-bite-hand-or-boob-that-feeds-you.html' title='Don&apos;t bite the hand (or boob) that feeds you'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-8924731052916483551</id><published>2008-12-09T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:34:41.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>What do 1/4 cup and 1/3 cup equal?</title><content type='html'>Peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ST9OsHYelYI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/hc0vkDXc85U/s1600-h/100_6465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gi="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ST9OsHYelYI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/hc0vkDXc85U/s320/100_6465.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ST9O1pLgsWI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/SDCp6sSQTGs/s1600-h/100_6464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gi="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ST9O1pLgsWI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/SDCp6sSQTGs/s320/100_6464.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ST9O-39afYI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Y3PNcixfK2E/s1600-h/100_6463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gi="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ST9O-39afYI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Y3PNcixfK2E/s320/100_6463.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ST9PHJk6FJI/AAAAAAAAA1o/J2_3imi4yko/s1600-h/100_6466.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gi="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ST9PHJk6FJI/AAAAAAAAA1o/J2_3imi4yko/s320/100_6466.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The babies have had a rough couple of days. Yesterday's naps were horrible. Ellie slept for&amp;nbsp;less than two hours. Will took a really good nap in the morning but then two almost 1/2 hour naps for the rest of the day. It was horrible. They were so grumpy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today was better. But from 5-6:30 they were NOT HAPPY. They just wanted to be held. Of course that is dinner time and I was hungry. So we put Will in the exersaucer and Ellie in the highchair and gave them both measuring cups. They were thrilled. It was so nice to be able to eat dinner without crying babies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-8924731052916483551?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/8924731052916483551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=8924731052916483551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8924731052916483551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8924731052916483551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-does-14-cup-and-13-cup-equal.html' title='What do 1/4 cup and 1/3 cup equal?'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/ST9OsHYelYI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/hc0vkDXc85U/s72-c/100_6465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-8516656789144463763</id><published>2008-12-07T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:05:22.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>More Teeth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STya0DMWlGI/AAAAAAAAA1I/OJmDHeM1nvQ/s1600-h/Ellie+Tooth12_07_08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STya0DMWlGI/AAAAAAAAA1I/OJmDHeM1nvQ/s320/Ellie+Tooth12_07_08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, Miss Ellie Belly (aka Pickles) got her first tooth today!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-8516656789144463763?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/8516656789144463763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=8516656789144463763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8516656789144463763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8516656789144463763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-teeth.html' title='More Teeth!'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STya0DMWlGI/AAAAAAAAA1I/OJmDHeM1nvQ/s72-c/Ellie+Tooth12_07_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-9088478114646785190</id><published>2008-12-06T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:01:58.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Here comes Santa Claus</title><content type='html'>We got to go see Santa last night. Ben LOVES to see Santa. He has always taken great pictures with Santa. Here he is last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STtVXBBabrI/AAAAAAAAA0g/RlutLwkXvNY/s1600-h/Ward-Santa-2007-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STtVXBBabrI/AAAAAAAAA0g/RlutLwkXvNY/s320/Ward-Santa-2007-05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is from this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meeting Santa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STtV5pkQKOI/AAAAAAAAA04/DRU1iPOBjxw/s1600-h/100_6393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STtV5pkQKOI/AAAAAAAAA04/DRU1iPOBjxw/s320/100_6393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting on his lap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STtVmb_DKrI/AAAAAAAAA0o/7nq9zD_c164/s1600-h/100_6397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STtVmb_DKrI/AAAAAAAAA0o/7nq9zD_c164/s320/100_6397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All three babies did a great job. No tears even though it was two hours after their bedtime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STtYDj3gOEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/S7CwemHBj-c/s1600-h/100_6398_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STtYDj3gOEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/S7CwemHBj-c/s320/100_6398_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Santa was the same last year and this year. Which I think is AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These pictures aren't great because they are the ones from our camera. I can't wait to get the ones from the photographer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(Yep the babies are in their jammies and Ellie is in a hairbow. I figured no one would recognize her if she wasn't lol!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-9088478114646785190?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/9088478114646785190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=9088478114646785190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/9088478114646785190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/9088478114646785190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-comes-santa-claus.html' title='Here comes Santa Claus'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STtVXBBabrI/AAAAAAAAA0g/RlutLwkXvNY/s72-c/Ward-Santa-2007-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-8688180825144065024</id><published>2008-12-04T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:04:36.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Just for Channa</title><content type='html'>Here is my 29 week pregnant belly with the Twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STgmXrxMCTI/AAAAAAAAA0I/MSyeSNoHggI/s1600-h/29weeks2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STgmXrxMCTI/AAAAAAAAA0I/MSyeSNoHggI/s320/29weeks2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you - you look adorable pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just for giggles 35weeks 6days (right before we left for the hospital)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STgmpX3l7RI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/WAFN8gT7-Vk/s1600-h/35w6d2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STgmpX3l7RI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/WAFN8gT7-Vk/s320/35w6d2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STgmquRz0cI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/74moXnSfxMI/s1600-h/35w6d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STgmquRz0cI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/74moXnSfxMI/s320/35w6d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-8688180825144065024?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/8688180825144065024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=8688180825144065024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8688180825144065024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8688180825144065024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-for-channa.html' title='Just for Channa'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STgmXrxMCTI/AAAAAAAAA0I/MSyeSNoHggI/s72-c/29weeks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-418098550822227725</id><published>2008-12-02T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:46:15.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>It's been way too long since I've updated. Things are going well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby turned 3 and had a great birthday. He had a really fun birthday party. Basically we just had family there but we still had at least 25 people there. It was a Lightening McQueen party (surprise, surprise) Amanda made his cake. This isn't a great picture of it but you get the picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYnfoCfJqI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/-IXvZbEPE10/s1600-h/100_6341.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYnfoCfJqI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/-IXvZbEPE10/s320/100_6341.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is Ben eating his cake. He wanted the tire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYnqowW5HI/AAAAAAAAAzY/PNGOeGnnvRU/s1600-h/100_6348.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYnqowW5HI/AAAAAAAAAzY/PNGOeGnnvRU/s320/100_6348.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We bought him the Leapster2 for his birthday and he spent quite some time hanging out in the hallway playing his game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYn0dnVPvI/AAAAAAAAAzg/lFln-EBDsqA/s1600-h/100_6353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYn0dnVPvI/AAAAAAAAAzg/lFln-EBDsqA/s320/100_6353.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had tons of fun and got lots of wonderful presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news and pictures:&lt;br /&gt;Ellie is able to sit up for about a minute on her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYmkgCHULI/AAAAAAAAAzA/tPfbPYZ8RBE/s1600-h/100_6216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYmkgCHULI/AAAAAAAAAzA/tPfbPYZ8RBE/s320/100_6216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Will has two teeth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYm-PfnpAI/AAAAAAAAAzI/k3ej-1eJDqE/s1600-h/100_6255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYm-PfnpAI/AAAAAAAAAzI/k3ej-1eJDqE/s320/100_6255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I got them all dressed in their christmas outfits and wanted to take a picture. I couldn't get one where they were all smiling. These are the two best ones..&lt;/div&gt;(this one cracks me up with Ellie's face.) &lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYn_Xxi5aI/AAAAAAAAAzo/-ijMxbq5Ty0/s1600-h/100_6355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYn_Xxi5aI/AAAAAAAAAzo/-ijMxbq5Ty0/s320/100_6355.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYoJkCVQtI/AAAAAAAAAzw/8xnAdSWQkRY/s1600-h/100_6358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYoJkCVQtI/AAAAAAAAAzw/8xnAdSWQkRY/s320/100_6358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I took these pictures of Ellie last night and&amp;nbsp;they cracked me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYoY4GjQ0I/AAAAAAAAA0A/S-_6ex5VLro/s1600-h/100_6363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYoY4GjQ0I/AAAAAAAAA0A/S-_6ex5VLro/s320/100_6363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYoRKB9a1I/AAAAAAAAAz4/T-iuJlBmz3Q/s1600-h/100_6364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYoRKB9a1I/AAAAAAAAAz4/T-iuJlBmz3Q/s320/100_6364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I promise to try to be better at posting. I really need to post about sleep issues (AGAIN! We are back to being up every 2 hours all night long. Which makes them so tired and they are so cranky during the day.) Have I mentioned Twins are HARD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-418098550822227725?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/418098550822227725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=418098550822227725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/418098550822227725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/418098550822227725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/12/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/STYnfoCfJqI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/-IXvZbEPE10/s72-c/100_6341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-356720997610900114</id><published>2008-11-25T14:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:54:50.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><title type='text'>Ben's first joke.</title><content type='html'>Q. What's green with red polka dots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. A silly monkey, you silly mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-356720997610900114?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/356720997610900114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=356720997610900114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/356720997610900114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/356720997610900114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/11/bens-first-joke.html' title='Ben&apos;s first joke.'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-2886433940302942279</id><published>2008-11-21T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:05:46.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Ben's Birth Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSclJiC3rzI/AAAAAAAAAyg/6psY6ucHQMU/s1600-h/firsthour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271222734548348722" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSclJiC3rzI/AAAAAAAAAyg/6psY6ucHQMU/s400/firsthour.jpg" style="display: block; height: 339px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continued from my journal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"At 4:00 we called my parents to let them know we were heading to the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We went to the hospital with my contractions every two minutes but they only lasted about 30 seconds to a minute. They admitted me to the hospital. I was dilated to 4-5. Ben’s heart rate looked great. Lynnette wasn’t on call so another midwife – Donna – was handling our care. She was nice but we didn’t really like her. I just really wanted Lynnette there. We decided to walk around the hospital to hopefully bring on more contractions. At this point my parents had already left and were headed out. We walked around for awhile, but stopped at each lap so I could pee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Donna came in to check me about 9:30. My contractions weren’t coming any stronger or closer. In fact they seemed to be lessening. I hadn’t dilated anymore and he was still pretty high. Donna said “We will monitor you for another hour and then we will discuss more options. Keep walking around the hospital” She mentioned inducing labor by either breaking my water or pitocin but said we could discuss it later. We walked around a little more and my parents got there. Donna came back and said she just realized that this was our first baby not our second like she had thought. She said that changed some things. She didn’t want to break my water because Ben was still high and that could make a higher risk of his cord coming first. She said, “why don’t we send you home and see how things progress.” She expected to see us back the same night in active labor. She was on call until 7:00am and then Lynnette would be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was partially disappointed to go home because I just wanted to have my baby but I was relieved because I didn’t want Donna to deliver him, I wanted Lynnette to do it. I was also concerned because my parents were only going to stay the one day – my mom had to work the next day and I wanted them to be there. But at this point there wasn’t a lot we could do either way. My mom decided to reschedule all her appointments for Monday so they could stay. I took a nap from noon until 2:00pm. I was exhausted since I hadn’t slept at all the night before. We went to Wal-Mart so they could buy the stuff they needed to stay the extra day. While we were walking around Wal-Mart I had two contractions. (I really wanted someone to ask me when I was due so I could say “Actually I’m in labor right now” but no one did) We then stopped at Subway to buy dinner but still no real progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;At about 10:00 we all decided to go to bed. I was awakened at 11:00 with contractions again. I didn’t wake up Jim because he was planning on going to work the next day. The contractions continued to get stronger and closer together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 21, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So about 12:00 I woke Jim. I wanted to go sit in the tub and needed his help timing contractions. He went in and ran the water in the tub. I got in for awhile. The contractions continued pretty strong and regular. I began to shake during them. I laid in the tub until about 1:30. The warm water felt really good. I kept a warm wet towel on my stomach to keep me warm since my stomach wasn’t covered with the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At 1:30 I was done with the tub but needed to rinse off. (I had put some bath beads in the water and my skin felt horribly oily.) I stood in the shower for a little while. Jim needed to get some sleep because we still weren’t sure if this was real labor or not. I decided the recliner would be more comfortable than the bed, so Jim slept on one side of the sectional sofa and I sat in the recliner. I let him go to sleep and I timed the contractions while trying to relax. I tried walking &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;sitting &amp;amp; nothing was really comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;At 2:30 I was exhausted and just wanted to go to sleep but I couldn’t relax because of the contractions. I went in and woke my mom up so she could do some relaxation techniques on me. My dad woke up also and I asked him to give me a father’s blessing. I don’t remember much of what he said I just remember him saying that he blessed me that the baby would be delivered healthy. I know the blessing gave me peace. My mom worked with me through the contractions until 5:00am. They were coming 5 minutes apart and lasting over a minute each but with her help I was able to sleep in between them. It was amazing because they were just 5 minute naps but they felt like 30 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;At this point we decided to wake Jim and Dad and go to the hospital. My mom was afraid I would go into active labor in the car on the way to the hospital. I was just afraid of getting there too early and not having Lynnette take care of me. We got the hospital and had to be admitted through the ER. It took awhile for them to come and get me. My parents called Jim’s cell phone and asked where we were because they were already upstairs in our room (they went through the OB department and not the ER.) We finally got up to my room and they hooked me up to the monitors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A little after 7:00 Lynnette walked in and gave me a big hug. I just started crying. I was so happy and relieved to see her. She ripped the blood pressure monitor off me and said “We’re going to get you out of this bed ASAP” She decided to monitor me a little while longer because Ben wasn’t moving much. They gave me some apple juice to see if that would wake him up. They monitored me for a little while longer and then Lynnette helped me to the bathroom. She sat with me in there and helped me through a couple more contractions. She told me that her and her family was out of town this weekend but she kept thinking of us, hoping we hadn’t had him yet. It made me feel really good. I had a couple more contractions after I came out of the bathroom. I had them standing up, holding on to Lynnette. She decided she wanted to check me again so I got back into bed. I was dilated to an 8. I got a shot of Nubain to help with the pain. They put in a heplock to give me the shot. I told them I didn’t want to have an IV because I wanted to be able to get out of bed if I felt the need. I had quite a few more contractions and I began throwing up through some of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point I had a contraction and I thought that I had wet my pants. I whispered to Jim to get me some washcloths because I thought I had. He got me a bunch from the closet and I put them under me. Then during the next contraction I felt it again. (It was actually somewhat of a relief. It felt good in a weird sort of way) Lynnette was out of the room during this time. When she came back in I told her that I thought I had wet my pants. She laughed a little and said “Well, let’s check. I bet it was your water breaking.” Turns out it was my water that had broken. I was fully dilated but I had a little rim of cervix still left covering his head. She told me to start pushing to see if we could move the cervix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I believe I started really pushing at about 11:00am. I don’t really think I had much choice in this. My body started pushing. Some point during the pushing stage I accidentally knocked the heplock out. It didn’t really matter because I wasn’t receiving any more pain medication. I had only had the one shot. Pushing was really hard work. They put a bar over the bed called a “squat bar.” Lynnette tied a sheet to the bar and when it came time to push I put one foot on either side of the bar and pulled on the sheet. The bar was attached to either side of the bed and it went over the top. I pushed like that for the better part of 2 and a half hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynnette could feel is head and there were times that they could even see his head but he wasn’t coming down. Lynnette knew I was exhausted and dehydrated so she ordered an IV. I asked my dad to give me another blessing. Lynnette said that she wanted me to have an epidural so I could rest some and if I hadn’t made progress within the hour she would recommend a c-section. I knew that if Lynnette recommended a c-section then that was what I needed. She knew my stance on c-sections and I trusted her judgment completely. If anyone else would have recommended it I would have questioned them or asked for a second opinion but I knew Lynnette wouldn’t just order one if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The anesthesiologist came in and put in the epidural. I had to sit totally still but I kept having contractions through it and couldn’t quite stay still. After he was finished and left I could still feel the contraction. The pain lessened a little bit but not very much. Lynnette said I shouldn’t be feeling as much pain as I was so they called the anesthesiologist back. He had to take out the first epidural and put in a new one. I had contractions through that one too but it worked. The pain was pretty much gone. I could still feel a little pressure but not the pain like before. After another half hour of letting my body do some pushing Lynnette said that a c-section was our best option. She said she knew something just wasn’t right. He should have come down more during the contractions and something was preventing that. We agreed that a c-section was the best way to go. Jim decided that it would be best if he didn’t go in. He knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the sounds, smells, and sights of the c-section. We agreed that my mom would go in with me. Jim and my dad would be in the “viewing room.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSclI99S3aI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/fpoZM7Q4Mxs/s1600-h/IMG_6302.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271222724861287842" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSclI99S3aI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/fpoZM7Q4Mxs/s400/IMG_6302.jpg" style="display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 319px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;While I was laying on the bed waiting for them to bring me in for surgery I started to cry. My mom and Lynnette asked why I was crying. I told them it wasn’t because of the c-section even though I was disappointed about that. I was crying because my pregnancy was over and I wasn’t ready to not be pregnant anymore. I loved being pregnant so much but I didn’t realize that I had gotten that attached to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;They wheeled me in to the surgery room and got me all prepped. I was strapped to the table and a sheet was placed in front of me so I couldn’t see what was happening. They began the procedure but they didn’t tell me much. My mom was standing by my head looking over the sheet so she could see what was happening. I kept asking “Is he out yet? Is he out yet?” My mom kept saying “No he’s still cutting” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Finally after what seemed like forever – I heard the sweetest little cry. They brought him over to me and let me kiss him. Then they took him to the nursery while they cleaned and sewed me back up. During the surgery the anesthesiologist saw my dad’s camera (my mom brought it in so Lynnette could take pictures of the surgery). He said, “wow that’s a great camera! That’s a $2000 camera.” It turns out that was the camera that he wanted to buy. He said “Hey Lynnette – I’ll give you $100 for the camera. Heck I’ll give you $1000 for the camera and I’ll still be ahead.” It was really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;They took me back to my recovery room and my dad showed me the video he had taken. My mom told me that Ben’s hands and feet were blue when he was born. She also said his face was blue and he wasn’t breathing when he was born which was why it took so long for me to hear him cry. He had been out the whole time I was asking but my mom was so afraid we had lost him that she wouldn’t say anything until she knew. She said he had a huge bruise that covered the entire top of his head from being in the birth canal for 3 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Lynnette came in and said that he had been posterior (His face was facing up not down) and the cord was wrapped around his neck and shoulder. Both of those reasons were why he wouldn’t come down and it was probably good that we didn’t force it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSclJLt888I/AAAAAAAAAyY/HGbfBrkuFaI/s1600-h/stethescope.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271222728555033538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSclJLt888I/AAAAAAAAAyY/HGbfBrkuFaI/s400/stethescope.jpg" style="display: block; height: 330px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;They finally brought him into me and laid him on my chest. He started nursing right away. He was such a perfect little baby. I can’t say I fell in love with him the minute I saw him because I loved him long before that. I loved him before I saw him on the ultrasound. I loved him before I felt him move. I loved him before I got the positive pregnancy test. I loved him before Dr. Acacio transferred the embryos into my body. I loved him before I saw his embryo picture. I can’t think of a time I didn’t love him even though I didn’t know who he was. My life was never more complete than the day they placed Benjamin Edward into my arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SScrf3PGUGI/AAAAAAAAAyo/UYKK59xpx3w/s1600-h/Ben.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SScrf3PGUGI/AAAAAAAAAyo/UYKK59xpx3w/s320/Ben.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-2886433940302942279?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/2886433940302942279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=2886433940302942279' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/2886433940302942279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/2886433940302942279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/11/bens-birth-story.html' title='Ben&apos;s Birth Story'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSclJiC3rzI/AAAAAAAAAyg/6psY6ucHQMU/s72-c/firsthour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-9045371421221626097</id><published>2008-11-20T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:53:29.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Nov 20, 2005 3:19am</title><content type='html'>This is from my journal in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well it seems that we may have a baby today. At about 3:00 this afternoon I lost my mucus plug (which looks alot like snot - like alot of snot) yucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the urge to clean both bathrooms today so I did (That was before losing the plug.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided about 6:30 to go get some dinner and walk around since nothing was really happening. So we went to Weinersnitzel and Petco. We wandered around for awhile and then came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to look for something in my office and decided it really needed to be cleaned so I spent about 1 1/2 hours cleaning it. Then I came out and did dishes and vaccuumed the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to bed about 11:40. At 1:44 I was awakened by my first REAL contraction. I've had them about every 2 -5 minutes since then. It's 3:28 now and if they keep up until 4:00 then we are going to the hospital. I lost more of my mucus plug about 15 minutes ago. I will write more later.&lt;br /&gt;41 weeks 3 days"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-9045371421221626097?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/9045371421221626097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=9045371421221626097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/9045371421221626097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/9045371421221626097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/11/nov-20-2005-319am.html' title='Nov 20, 2005 3:19am'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-8815016401235264093</id><published>2008-11-18T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:03:14.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Update and pictures!! Yeah Pictures!</title><content type='html'>The mastitis has cleared up pretty much completely. It was morbidly fascinatingly (is that even a word?) gross. But it feels so much better now! I'm still on antibiotics which I have to take 4 times a day on an empty stomach. Timing that (and remembering to take them) is the hardest part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago we had family pictures taken by a friend of ours. You can see her work here: &lt;a href="http://erintphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erin T. Photography&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are some of my favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSO1fSVNiGI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/aU3Y6eJXCQQ/s1600-h/Us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSO1fSVNiGI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/aU3Y6eJXCQQ/s320/Us.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love this picture. It shows my kids perfectly! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSO1zY2Uh0I/AAAAAAAAAxY/mdOqhKF8CpE/s1600-h/Mybabies2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSO1zY2Uh0I/AAAAAAAAAxY/mdOqhKF8CpE/s320/Mybabies2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My big boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSO2MelyR7I/AAAAAAAAAxg/55wt-ZFWAsU/s1600-h/0810_frees_0047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSO2MelyR7I/AAAAAAAAAxg/55wt-ZFWAsU/s320/0810_frees_0047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I wish Will wasn't spitting up in this picture because I love this shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSO2jkprdII/AAAAAAAAAxo/V-jFmG2nmPY/s1600-h/0810_frees_0056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSO2jkprdII/AAAAAAAAAxo/V-jFmG2nmPY/s320/0810_frees_0056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Will's face cracks me up in this picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSO26rH7iEI/AAAAAAAAAxw/0UZVtZEbURg/s1600-h/0810_frees_0068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSO26rH7iEI/AAAAAAAAAxw/0UZVtZEbURg/s320/0810_frees_0068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSO3T2DxG1I/AAAAAAAAAx4/oN-EvCgQ6ek/s1600-h/0810_frees_0107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSO3T2DxG1I/AAAAAAAAAx4/oN-EvCgQ6ek/s320/0810_frees_0107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Another great one of Ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSO4NZxqEWI/AAAAAAAAAyA/aVsIxOWhrFY/s1600-h/0810_frees_0038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSO4NZxqEWI/AAAAAAAAAyA/aVsIxOWhrFY/s320/0810_frees_0038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Will and Ellie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSO4Oxb3JRI/AAAAAAAAAyI/QeEJ_sP0qCk/s1600-h/ef9e7620.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSO4Oxb3JRI/AAAAAAAAAyI/QeEJ_sP0qCk/s320/ef9e7620.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-8815016401235264093?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/8815016401235264093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=8815016401235264093' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8815016401235264093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8815016401235264093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-and-pictures-yeah-pictures.html' title='Update and pictures!! Yeah Pictures!'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SSO1fSVNiGI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/aU3Y6eJXCQQ/s72-c/Us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-1075930192185731924</id><published>2008-11-15T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:11:30.832-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>Mastitis (TMI)</title><content type='html'>Thursday night I started feeling a little pain like I had blocked duct.&amp;nbsp;This is probably the 8 or 9th one I've had since I started nursing the twins. I never got one with Ben but now I get them constantly. This time it actually is Mastitis not a blocked duct. Yesterday was horrible. I felt awful. I had a constant headache that wouldn't go away and a temperature of 100.9 I couldn't wear a bra. You couldn't even touch my boob, it was so sore. I called my doctor to make an appointment. The only one they had was in 15 minutes and there was no way I was going to get there in time. They told me to go to Urgent Care so after Jim got home from work I went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said it was Mastitis but it wasn't horrible. He was glad I came in when I did. He put me on an antibiotic and told me to follow up with him on Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I started feeling better except I could still feel the blockage. I took a hot shower this morning and tried to express some milk. What came out was gross. It looked like pus. It was stringy and thick. This evening I sat on the couch and tried to express some more. Nothing would come out of the one blocked "hole" So I kept squeezing. I felt a little pop and a tiny ball of milk came out. Then when I expressed, pus just poured out. It's really gross. I just expressed more and its still stringy and I've had a couple more "pops" then pus/milk pours out. The pressure is lessening. I'm still taking the antibiotic to clear up the infection. Hopefully it will go away soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-1075930192185731924?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/1075930192185731924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=1075930192185731924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1075930192185731924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1075930192185731924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/11/mastitis-tmi.html' title='Mastitis (TMI)'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-3746664096472799833</id><published>2008-11-15T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:05:20.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Teeth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SR_Mc2FzN5I/AAAAAAAAAxI/iZ3W1X658C0/s1600-h/Will+Tooth+1_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SR_Mc2FzN5I/AAAAAAAAAxI/iZ3W1X658C0/s320/Will+Tooth+1_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Will cut his first tooth on Thursday!! I can't believe my babies are old enough for teeth. In two days they will be 7 months old. Where has the time gone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-3746664096472799833?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/3746664096472799833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=3746664096472799833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/3746664096472799833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/3746664096472799833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/11/teeth.html' title='Teeth!'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SR_Mc2FzN5I/AAAAAAAAAxI/iZ3W1X658C0/s72-c/Will+Tooth+1_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-1296603724104068217</id><published>2008-11-12T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:26:01.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other'/><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>So after messing with it most of the night last night and half of today,&amp;nbsp;I changed my blog background. I had to redo it quite a few times to get it right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing with the digital scrapbooking stuff and made the background. (I didn't actually make the papers or the elements. I just put them together) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty happy with the way it turned out. Also, I think I figured out how to be able to change it whenever I want without the hassle that I went through this time!&lt;br /&gt;YEA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-1296603724104068217?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/1296603724104068217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=1296603724104068217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1296603724104068217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1296603724104068217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-2399393044647106378</id><published>2008-11-11T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:12:45.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><title type='text'>Ben</title><content type='html'>3 years ago today I was due with Ben. (He didn't arrive for another 10 days. But I was due today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I made this scrapbook page for him today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SRpzhqMWtDI/AAAAAAAAAwg/HZPXFYpngpY/s1600-h/Ben.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SRpzhqMWtDI/AAAAAAAAAwg/HZPXFYpngpY/s400/Ben.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-2399393044647106378?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/2399393044647106378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=2399393044647106378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/2399393044647106378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/2399393044647106378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/11/ben.html' title='Ben'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SRpzhqMWtDI/AAAAAAAAAwg/HZPXFYpngpY/s72-c/Ben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-1219753115254166810</id><published>2008-11-11T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:36:33.484-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other'/><title type='text'>My how times have changed</title><content type='html'>My mom sent me this ad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SRoIqsapxrI/AAAAAAAAAwI/M-ulfNHTM1Y/s1600-h/teddy+tot.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SRoIqsapxrI/AAAAAAAAAwI/M-ulfNHTM1Y/s400/teddy+tot.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't imagine this would pass safety requirements now lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-1219753115254166810?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/1219753115254166810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=1219753115254166810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1219753115254166810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1219753115254166810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-how-times-have-changed.html' title='My how times have changed'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SRoIqsapxrI/AAAAAAAAAwI/M-ulfNHTM1Y/s72-c/teddy+tot.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-8099835576954485390</id><published>2008-11-07T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:47:05.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><title type='text'>Nothing and Everything</title><content type='html'>The title says it all. This is really a post about nothing. I can't think of anything to blog about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SRUIbDd1MnI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/XpgJQVm0yrU/s1600-h/101_6104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SRUIbDd1MnI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/XpgJQVm0yrU/s320/101_6104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The babies are getting huge. Will is rolling EVERYWHERE. The other day I laid him on the ground and sat down to feed Ellie (They were off schedule) I looked up and he was rolling down the hall. He can sit up pretty well on his own. Not for really long periods but for a minute or two now. He LOVES solids, or nursing, or a bottle. Most of the time he will calm down pretty quick with his pacifier. He is in 6-9 month clothes and size 3 diapers. His laugh is infectous. He is completely weaned off of the Zantac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SRUIMqtHETI/AAAAAAAAAuI/9w8en37L_6k/s1600-h/101_6089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SRUIMqtHETI/AAAAAAAAAuI/9w8en37L_6k/s320/101_6089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ellie is begining&amp;nbsp;to roll more. She isn't quite as mobile as her brother but she's getting there. She loves to touch faces. When Daddy gets home her whole face lights up and she reaches for his face. She doesn't like solids or bottles and is content just nursing. She is in 3-6 month clothes and size 1 diapers. She still steals the pacifier from her brother constantly. She loves to suck on her toes which is so cute to watch. She's a very happy baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SRUI6VB06XI/AAAAAAAAAuY/jIJf0a2kH-g/s1600-h/101_6121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SRUI6VB06XI/AAAAAAAAAuY/jIJf0a2kH-g/s320/101_6121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Here they are sitting up with their toys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SRUKjuyFDQI/AAAAAAAAAug/UUQCXZD84JQ/s1600-h/101_6022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SRUKjuyFDQI/AAAAAAAAAug/UUQCXZD84JQ/s320/101_6022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ben is getting so big! I can't believe my baby will be three this month! He is so much fun. He loves to make people laugh. He pretends he's sleeping on car rides. He can hold it pretty well. He will sit there with his eyes closed and not say anything. Then if you say "are you sleeping?" He will just smile. It's so cute. He is learning to write his name. He LOVES preschool. He loves to learn. He's begining to be less picky with what he eats. He's been more willing to at least TRY different foods which is awesome. It doesn't happen every time but it's more than it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm learning to do digital scrapbooking (like I really need another hobby) I've been having tons of fun with it. I will have to post some of the pages I've done when I get a chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-8099835576954485390?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/8099835576954485390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=8099835576954485390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8099835576954485390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/8099835576954485390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-and-everything.html' title='Nothing and Everything'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SRUIbDd1MnI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/XpgJQVm0yrU/s72-c/101_6104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-4499080598251619541</id><published>2008-11-02T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:28:14.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Carving Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>This is the first year that Ben has actually gotten to carve a pumpkin with Jim. He had so much fun! I didn't think he'd want to touch the pumpkin "guts" but he wasn't squeamish at all. We went to the pumpkin patch on Wednesday and let him pick out a pumpkin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6IooIUzeI/AAAAAAAAAs4/iLRFfm9pssk/s1600-h/1028081816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6IooIUzeI/AAAAAAAAAs4/0rDVkUhBW1U/s320-R/1028081816.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(The big pumpkin is Jim's) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He got to draw the design he wanted and then him and Jim carved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6JBA6z9QI/AAAAAAAAAtA/81LjMFEBSnc/s1600-h/101_6031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6JBA6z9QI/AAAAAAAAAtA/b6cWLFmfO8Y/s320-R/101_6031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6JK9dRtuI/AAAAAAAAAtI/bTXpDVp_qF0/s1600-h/101_6032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6JK9dRtuI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ZnXDRZwCiHw/s320-R/101_6032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cutting the top off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6JT8bT5_I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aq0USGezlPw/s1600-h/101_6034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6JT8bT5_I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/qbLuqVQKwiI/s320-R/101_6034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6JcpoxbWI/AAAAAAAAAtY/y2IUFHb5gN4/s1600-h/101_6036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6JcpoxbWI/AAAAAAAAAtY/_JjEOBd4Z0E/s320-R/101_6036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Getting the guts out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6JlQu5aPI/AAAAAAAAAtg/ErwVt9vRfkM/s1600-h/101_6048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6JlQu5aPI/AAAAAAAAAtg/E5VmKem-qjE/s320-R/101_6048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this smile :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6Ju5CbkjI/AAAAAAAAAto/wJP5NBjsgaQ/s1600-h/101_6057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6Ju5CbkjI/AAAAAAAAAto/UdnoUAZH-4E/s320-R/101_6057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Helping daddy cut the pumpkin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6J3UgJjfI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Q3sOB0Aa0zg/s1600-h/101_6071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6J3UgJjfI/AAAAAAAAAtw/BrO3EYpNWCI/s320-R/101_6071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6KB2b2uvI/AAAAAAAAAt4/3oXTxqm2P9g/s1600-h/101_6072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6KB2b2uvI/AAAAAAAAAt4/jMO7fH0yLP8/s320-R/101_6072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finished Product&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6KIEQ8deI/AAAAAAAAAuA/s_sq_8afurE/s1600-h/101_6074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6KIEQ8deI/AAAAAAAAAuA/2e7n7gdmYWI/s320-R/101_6074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-4499080598251619541?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/4499080598251619541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=4499080598251619541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/4499080598251619541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/4499080598251619541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/11/carving-pumpkins.html' title='Carving Pumpkins'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQ6IooIUzeI/AAAAAAAAAs4/0rDVkUhBW1U/s72-Rc/1028081816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-2144221327529465564</id><published>2008-10-31T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:30:06.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQvpSRXD0QI/AAAAAAAAAsg/rjyMAW2uqYI/s1600-h/Happy+Halloween.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQvpSRXD0QI/AAAAAAAAAsg/OtTXZM9ZN-o/s400-R/Happy+Halloween.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-2144221327529465564?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/2144221327529465564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=2144221327529465564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/2144221327529465564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/2144221327529465564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQvpSRXD0QI/AAAAAAAAAsg/OtTXZM9ZN-o/s72-Rc/Happy+Halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-7309693970920614098</id><published>2008-10-31T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:05:45.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Sick Baby</title><content type='html'>Ellie has been REALLY grumpy the past couple days. Just screaming and wanting to be held constantly. That isn't like her so I know she isn't feeling good. I finally took her to the doctor yesterday because it&amp;nbsp;had lasted for 3 days. She had a temperature of 100.9 but both ears were clear and so was her throat. He said there was no sign of infection in any of them. He said she was probably fighting a virus. He didn't give her anything just told me to treat the symptoms with Tylenol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had an ok day after that. I kept her on Tylenol for most of the day. She acted better. I put her to bed at 7:00 like normal. At 7:45 she started crying. I usually give her a llittle bit to see if she will go back to sleep on her own. At 8:00 I went into check on her. Poor baby had thrown up all over herself. (thankfully I now put them to sleep at opposite ends of the crib with their feet together instead of laying them next to each other.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom (because Jim was at school) and asked her to come out and help me. I needed her to hold ellie while I changed the sheet on the crib. I couldn't figure out how I was going to do it when Will was still sleeping in it. Mom knew what to do. I took the sheets off Ellie's side of the crib and put the clean sheet on it. Then I put Will on that side of the crib and then pulled the rest of the dirty sheet off Will's side and finished putting the clean one on. Will slept through the whole thing! Talk about Mommy power! I can change the sheets on a crib and not wake the sleeping baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems to be feeling a little better today. I'm just praying that Will doesn't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-7309693970920614098?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/7309693970920614098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=7309693970920614098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/7309693970920614098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/7309693970920614098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick-baby.html' title='Sick Baby'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-1841020335941879245</id><published>2008-10-29T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:02:26.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>We kept saying "this year we are going to buy our Halloween costumes early" So here we are two days until Halloween and guess what we did tonight. We went Halloween shopping.Good intentions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping last night at the local Halloween store and came up with almost nothing. Of course if I wanted to be a slutty - just about anything. I could have found an outfit. or if we wanted to pay upwards of $30 for a cheap costume for EACH of the kids we could have found a crappy costume. Neither of these sounded like good options. I was able to find a wicked witch costume for me. YEA!! But nothing for anyone else. (I did get a skirt for Ellie but it has little bats on the bottom and I'm afraid that she will eat them. So maybe next year) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight we went to Target to find costumes. Ben wanted to be either a motorcycle(? How the heck do you do a motorcycle costume?) or a Tyrannosaurus Rex. (Good luck on that one too) Of course couldn't find either of those so Ben is going to be Dale Earnhardt Jr. (not because we are Nascar fans. But Ben loves race car drivers and Dale Earnhardt Jr drives the AMP car (AMP is a Pepsi product) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will is going to be a bat. It's a really cute costume. It's so soft! It's orange and black. The only thing I don't really care for is the fact that its a sack. (It's 71 right now at 10:35pm. I'm not real worried about him being too cold.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim is going to be Richard Gene Simmons. He's going to be Richard Simmons with Kiss makeup. We found him some SHORT work out shorts and a pink tank top. He's going to pick up an afro tomorrow. (We couldn't find one at Target)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie is going to be a Witch. I found the cutest witch costume. It's a black dress with orange pumpkins on it. It has a green ribbon that laces up the front and a green bow. It's adorable. It fits Ellie perfectly. The only sad part is - it's a dog costume. But it's so cute and she looks adorable in it!&amp;nbsp; You tell me&amp;nbsp;- Can you tell it's a dog costume? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQlJ35R1qiI/AAAAAAAAAsA/F7zqpXHT8bY/s400-R/101_6025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going to put her in black tights and see if I can't find a black diaper cover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I will post pictures of everyone in their costumes as soon as I can get one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18449508-1841020335941879245?l=tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/feeds/1841020335941879245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18449508&amp;postID=1841020335941879245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1841020335941879245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18449508/posts/default/1841020335941879245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiggrrl72077.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03419230702642187363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/TL3WuXv3tcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5QY-fG1urbs/S220/family+picturecropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQlJ35R1qiI/AAAAAAAAAsA/F7zqpXHT8bY/s72-Rc/101_6025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18449508.post-204645885336151941</id><published>2008-10-28T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:43:30.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't updated. We took a road trip to Utah last week. Jim had a week of vacation and my grandpa isn't doing so well so we decided to take a drive up there. We wanted him to be able to meet the twins and I wanted to see him again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really dreading the drive up there and back. It was an 11 hour drive with 6 month old twins and a two year old. You can imagine my apprehension. It went surprisingly well. We decided to leave here Monday night and come back Friday night. We prefer to drive through the night because the babies sleep. It doesn't always work but it's great in theory. The reason we went during the week was Jim wanted time before and after the vacation to relax. So we didn't get home and he had to go right back to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed&amp;nbsp;during the&amp;nbsp;day ( I tried a new way to pack the kids clothes. I took each outfit - pants, shirt, socks,&amp;nbsp;[bracelet and hairbow for Ellie] and put them in a&amp;nbsp;gallon sized ziploc bag. I labeled each bag with the child's name [even though Ellie's was easy to&amp;nbsp;identify - All pink lol]&amp;nbsp;That way each day I could just grab the ziploc bags and have everything right there. It worked GREAT! when I unpacked&amp;nbsp;I just left the ziploc bags in the suitcase for next time) &amp;nbsp;and Jim took a nap, then he went to school and I put the babies to bed. I let Ben stay up while I made sure everything was ready. When Jim got home he loaded the car while I nursed the babies (I woke them up and nursed them just to "top them off") At about 9"30 we were all settled into the car ready to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids were asleep within 10-15 mins of being in the car. No crying! Will woke up in Vegas when we stopped for gas. I nursed him and put him back in his car seat. Ben woke up then too. Will went right back to sleep. Ben took a little longer and couldn't seem to get comfortable. He kept getting upset because he couldn't turn over. Poor guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie slept through until Nephi (about 6:00am) We stopped for gas in Nephi and everyone woke up. I nursed both babies (in the front seat of the car!!) They all stayed awake until we got to Layton. But no crying no screaming or anything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast on our trip. We stayed with our friends Alisha and Tony. They have a son named Cooper. He is a month younger than Ben.&amp;nbsp;Ben and Cooper have been friends since they were about 6 months old. They have so much fun together. We met Alisha and Tony at church in California right after we moved back from Phoenix. Alisha and I instantly became really good friends.&amp;nbsp;Our boys got along really well and&amp;nbsp;our husband's did too.&amp;nbsp;They moved to Utah about a year ago.&amp;nbsp; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went to a children's museum called the Treehouse. Ben and his friend Cooper had so much fun!! Here's some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQftxNuSUVI/AAAAAAAAAm4/emWnfxkZifA/s1600-h/100_5914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQftxNuSUVI/AAAAAAAAAm4/j8uxcV3auJA/s320-R/100_5914.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Cooper "painting" on the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQft7N7aYlI/AAAAAAAAAnA/myr3fcaOpkY/s1600-h/100_5917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQft7N7aYlI/AAAAAAAAAnA/a557ujiOIao/s320-R/100_5917.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Putting together a fossil puzzle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfuIH6VI6I/AAAAAAAAAnI/EpHwAAkJ354/s1600-h/100_5924.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfuIH6VI6I/AAAAAAAAAnI/kxdTOV0QwD4/s320-R/100_5924.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ben in the Oval Office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfueh19QmI/AAAAAAAAAnY/nvbsOd15-H8/s1600-h/100_5935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfueh19QmI/AAAAAAAAAnY/d_zSrE1VJZk/s320-R/100_5935.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing Chess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfupRgZQcI/AAAAAAAAAng/jrUyHM6JDd4/s1600-h/100_5940.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfupRgZQcI/AAAAAAAAAng/5UzMYqbmERk/s320-R/100_5940.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Playing with the castle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfuzCAWZyI/AAAAAAAAAno/aTeL6hkVkBY/s1600-h/100_5941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfuzCAWZyI/AAAAAAAAAno/_PdKgZ2jpYA/s320-R/100_5941.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fireman Ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfu7KYXrfI/AAAAAAAAAnw/nu3FMxVxqw4/s1600-h/100_5962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfu7KYXrfI/AAAAAAAAAnw/2qkqu-9944w/s320-R/100_5962.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riding a Zebra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfvAf1vPMI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Xd9Jy3GCqqk/s1600-h/100_5965.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfvAf1vPMI/AAAAAAAAAn4/4Te74NJcc78/s320-R/100_5965.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Will "enjoying" the museum. (He slept through most of it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfvTdL9pUI/AAAAAAAAAoI/G1BSDvqtYrE/s1600-h/100_5972.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfvTdL9pUI/AAAAAAAAAoI/chOANpi-N1w/s320-R/100_5972.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Doctor Ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfwiEubRJI/AAAAAAAAApI/HJ-t-pMfcQs/s1600-h/DVC00048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfwiEubRJI/AAAAAAAAApI/0nirRPwRsRk/s320-R/DVC00048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fireman Ben and Firewoman Ellie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfwjbF9aPI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qKzb9d1Fjp8/s1600-h/DVC00052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfwjbF9aPI/AAAAAAAAApQ/x1vWA-dJo3Y/s320-R/DVC00052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ellie and Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfwkbCYpfI/AAAAAAAAApY/bGFq3mMAybs/s1600-h/DVC00055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfwkbCYpfI/AAAAAAAAApY/V67DV3MuMTw/s320-R/DVC00055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ellie and a Doll in the "baby hospital"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfwl5jn3vI/AAAAAAAAApg/w_oTPjh7sYU/s1600-h/DVC00056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfwl5jn3vI/AAAAAAAAApg/hOqh1ssVPNM/s320-R/DVC00056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;close up of Ellie in the bassinet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfx91Oc_5I/AAAAAAAAApo/brwP2oqMQR4/s1600-h/100_5954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfx91Oc_5I/AAAAAAAAApo/j_n49QJn0XA/s320-R/100_5954.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ellie in a pink chair because we had to take a picture of her in the pink chair. I mean, come on, it was PINK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went to &lt;a href="http://www.cabelas.com/cabelas/en/templates/community/aboutus/retail-detail.jsp?detailedInformationURL=/cabelas/en/content/community/aboutus/retail/retail_stores/lehi/lehi.html"&gt;Cabela's&lt;/a&gt;. It's this AWESOME camping store. It has a huge aquarium and these amazing scenes with wildlife. (It's hard to explain. But you can see photos of the store &lt;a href="http://www.cabelas.com/cabelas/en/content/community/aboutus/retail/retail_stores/lehi/Lehiphotogallery.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Here's some of our photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfvd8oOC8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/0Xebzrzko08/s1600-h/100_5977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfvd8oOC8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/5irMYhKL3uI/s320-R/100_5977.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In front of the aquarium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfvqLyrnnI/AAAAAAAAAoY/DKw7yRUXt9Q/s1600-h/100_5983.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfvqLyrnnI/AAAAAAAAAoY/mODOM7aEW8o/s320-R/100_5983.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;looking at the animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfv1KemrjI/AAAAAAAAAog/qeJIW5jGdR8/s1600-h/100_5986.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfv1KemrjI/AAAAAAAAAog/5tsehcKoyeE/s320-R/100_5986.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;riding a quad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfz895RsyI/AAAAAAAAApw/FxMiLiGqGZY/s1600-h/100_5979.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfz895RsyI/AAAAAAAAApw/in8g9X6jbUw/s320-R/100_5979.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of the exhibits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went to see my grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfwAnaKU9I/AAAAAAAAAoo/gtq_8_i3ifk/s1600-h/100_5990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfwAnaKU9I/AAAAAAAAAoo/9nZWmclfiVE/s320-R/100_5990.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my grandpa Earl J, me, Will, Ellie, Ben and Grandma Alice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really hope this wasn't the last time I will get to see him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The last day we were in Utah we visited my sister. She has three kids Catherine, Megan and Jonah. Ben had so much fun with them. They were so silly together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfwLAOZ3NI/AAAAAAAAAow/9K_ina5dXqU/s1600-h/100_5992.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfwLAOZ3NI/AAAAAAAAAow/HFN8rVL1XiE/s320-R/100_5992.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jonah, Catherine, Megan and Ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfwWAIIffI/AAAAAAAAAo4/z7DGyHPauLA/s1600-h/100_5998.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfwWAIIffI/AAAAAAAAAo4/CYp5XPYvrDg/s320-R/100_5998.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfwhGSaMNI/AAAAAAAAApA/eurA_MtOih4/s1600-h/100_6001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yEcIvpIHnZY/SQfwhGSaMNI/AAAAAAAAApA/MyeA48dUMAw/s320-R/100_6001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jim feeding Will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We left that night at about 7. Will woke up when we stopped for gas in Mesquite. I nursed him and put him back in the car seat. Ben woke up then too. We let him get out of his car seat while I was nursing Will. Unfortunately I bribed him back into his carseat with a dingdong, which helped to keep him up from 12 - 3. Will went back to sleep right away and slept until we were about 10 minutes away from home. Ellie slept the whole time and woke up about 10 minutes away from home. When Ben finally went back to sleep at 3 he slept until we were just about home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Overall it was a really great trip. We had so much fun with Alisha and Tony. Thank you for letting us stay with you!!! It was so nice to see my sister. Next time I'd like to be able to spend more time with her. I still need to get her awesome potato soup recipe from her. I'm really glad I got to see my grandpa. I'm glad the twins got to meet him (not that they will ever remember it. But at least I have pictures) I really hope I get to see him again. 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