<?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-8908267946504874442</id><updated>2011-10-11T14:59:29.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisan Love</title><subtitle type='html'>Confessions Of A First Time Mom</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-6426458510633272999</id><published>2011-06-11T21:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T21:36:03.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walmart Mom</title><content type='html'>Tonight at Kohl's I was totally that mom, the one I judge and think to myself she shouldn't be aloud to have children. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at Kohl's just after 6:00 p.m. (yes I love Kohl's) Wade needed to use the restroom so I started to walk with the kids when suddenly Zack took off, thinking it was funny to run around the clothes racks, as did we all when we were two. I picked up Kate and that's when the yelling began and it didn't stop until I caught him and found myself holding two kicking and screaming children. Maybe the yelling hadn't stopped because I'm still not sure how Wade found me on the floor holding them down in the middle of the store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought in a million years I would actually drag one or any of my children by their arms to the car. It wasn't pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8908267946504874442-6426458510633272999?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6426458510633272999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2011/06/walmart-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/6426458510633272999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/6426458510633272999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2011/06/walmart-mom.html' title='The Walmart Mom'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-7565877972581875497</id><published>2011-01-16T21:13:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:23:46.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I count 12 kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/TTPESGLPQnI/AAAAAAAAAM4/QYavbPErirM/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/TTPESGLPQnI/AAAAAAAAAM4/QYavbPErirM/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563005779907134066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we meet up with some of Wade's high school friends and their cute, fun wives (not just saying that, I really mean it) and 12 kids. It was crazy!! We were there for almost two hours and I didn't complete a single conversation. We were the first to leave and it's not cause Zack and Kate were done but because mom was done running around after them!! Is this a twin thing I am experiencing? How is it that the rest of you talked and laughed and shared stories? Even though we just saw you all last night.... I miss you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8908267946504874442-7565877972581875497?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7565877972581875497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-count-12-kids.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/7565877972581875497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/7565877972581875497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-count-12-kids.html' title='I count 12 kids!'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/TTPESGLPQnI/AAAAAAAAAM4/QYavbPErirM/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-4260449746303261427</id><published>2011-01-09T12:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T12:30:18.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it about blogs?</title><content type='html'>I just got done looking at blogs and I have to say, I hate blogs. I know I know, some of you really are just as happy as you seem. The rest of us are searching for a picture where our love handles aren't hanging out and thinking about how we can make motherhood seem super fantastic like not a moment goes by where we don't wonder about life pre-twins. That's all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know, I don't have to read them.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-4260449746303261427?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4260449746303261427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-it-about-blogs.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/4260449746303261427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/4260449746303261427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-it-about-blogs.html' title='What is it about blogs?'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-6794139871714944623</id><published>2010-03-22T20:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:42:00.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Strike</title><content type='html'>Kate is currently on a bath strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night she decided she didn't want to bathe. I thought it was cute that she was expressing herself. The next night she again expressed that she did not want to get into the bath. It was not so cute the second night or any night since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every 3 or 4 days she screams and screams as I bath her. Bath time is now torture time. Maybe I can use that.....Kate don't hit Zack or else you have to take a bath. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-6794139871714944623?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6794139871714944623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/bath-strike.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/6794139871714944623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/6794139871714944623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/bath-strike.html' title='Bath Strike'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-5969024092314416836</id><published>2010-03-16T21:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:12:25.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Charge</title><content type='html'>This last weekend Zack decided to throw himself onto the floor in his bedroom from his CRIB!! All because rocking him for 20 minutes before bed wasn't long enough for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reminding me who is really in charge around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-5969024092314416836?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5969024092314416836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-charge.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/5969024092314416836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/5969024092314416836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-charge.html' title='In Charge'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-8964346765663992809</id><published>2010-03-07T21:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:12:23.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I hate about my life</title><content type='html'>#1 That Zack and Kate still LOVE their bottles at 18 months&lt;br /&gt;#2 That Zack still wakes up almost every night&lt;br /&gt;#3 That Kate refuses to eat in her high chair&lt;br /&gt;#4 That Kate is on a bath strike (2 weeks now)&lt;br /&gt;#5 That every Sunday dinner at Wade's parents house is when and Zack and Kate lose it!&lt;br /&gt;#6 That Zack thinks it's okay to wake up at 5:30 a.m. most mornings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coarse there are lots of things I love but these are just a few of the things I HATE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-8964346765663992809?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8964346765663992809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-i-hate-about-my-life.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8964346765663992809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8964346765663992809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-i-hate-about-my-life.html' title='Things I hate about my life'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-2773301946114482672</id><published>2009-11-10T20:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:35:55.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue eyed boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SvoxEJdrIkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/y9YXMvFH8Zg/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402684650313949762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SvoxEJdrIkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/y9YXMvFH8Zg/s400/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-2773301946114482672?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2773301946114482672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/blue-eyed-boy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/2773301946114482672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/2773301946114482672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/blue-eyed-boy.html' title='Blue eyed boy'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SvoxEJdrIkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/y9YXMvFH8Zg/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-8106897344358938673</id><published>2009-11-10T20:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:34:29.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Family photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SvowmSma63I/AAAAAAAAAMY/IP-4GQmpc5A/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402684137370479474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SvowmSma63I/AAAAAAAAAMY/IP-4GQmpc5A/s400/07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a classic twin pic! One is laughing and One is crying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SvowQvYzOYI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4q15VMjklTI/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402683767140858242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SvowQvYzOYI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4q15VMjklTI/s400/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zack &amp;amp; Kate could not stop looking at their ball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-8106897344358938673?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8106897344358938673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/1st-family-photos.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8106897344358938673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8106897344358938673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/1st-family-photos.html' title='1st Family photos'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SvowmSma63I/AAAAAAAAAMY/IP-4GQmpc5A/s72-c/07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-3639912407995722186</id><published>2009-11-10T20:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:29:50.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Pan &amp; Tink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SvovJkQo8fI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ma2kEXao-Gk/s1600-h/IMG_2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402682544383128050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SvovJkQo8fI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ma2kEXao-Gk/s400/IMG_2686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A fun day visiting Wade at work for Halloween. Traditions! Traditions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-3639912407995722186?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3639912407995722186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/peter-pan-tink.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/3639912407995722186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/3639912407995722186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/peter-pan-tink.html' title='Peter Pan &amp; Tink'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SvovJkQo8fI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ma2kEXao-Gk/s72-c/IMG_2686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-4333663176964641377</id><published>2009-11-01T19:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:05:17.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of the Year</title><content type='html'>Yesterday as Zack, Kate and I were playing near the stairs. I thought it would be fun to teach them to throw balls and have them watch as they fell down each step. And it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the gate gave way and BOTH my babies flew down the stairs head over feet-repeat 4 or 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched it happen like any good mom would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking about canceling my blog. How could I make other women feel better about themselves if I did a thing like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-4333663176964641377?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4333663176964641377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mother-of-year.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/4333663176964641377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/4333663176964641377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mother-of-year.html' title='Mother of the Year'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-3352036241476144033</id><published>2009-11-01T18:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:00:14.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The debate?</title><content type='html'>So, I have realized that I'm not so good at blogging, among lots of other things. But what do you do? Do you cancel the blog or just post once in a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where my thoughts have been with the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-3352036241476144033?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3352036241476144033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/debate.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/3352036241476144033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/3352036241476144033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/debate.html' title='The debate?'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-7432929306818924041</id><published>2009-09-19T00:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:37:35.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>North Carolina's biggest Chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SrR2f9ip7SI/AAAAAAAAAMA/0OVuy9azP9I/s1600-h/DSCN1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383057746082524450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SrR2f9ip7SI/AAAAAAAAAMA/0OVuy9azP9I/s400/DSCN1344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After two plane flights and a 4 hour car drive we arrived in North Carolina Beach!! We spent the entire day swimming in the ocean and hanging out at the beach. The beaches here are just like you see in the movies. I don't know what it is about the ocean but I have such a need to be around it. We started planning this trip 4 months ago and finally we are here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I have learned since being here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jen follows the speed limit only on vacation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trisha does not do well with multiple people giving here directions at the same time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jill is a little fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jen drinks more Diet Coke than Vitamin Water &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half of us are not afraid of a little power ball action (which will be split 5 ways and is currently at 111 million)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trisha will do ANYTHING for 5 bucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katy likes her closet to be checked before going to bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara is afraid of spiders but not criminals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cops still question us at 2:00 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NC has the biggest rocky chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That downward dog is ackward on sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That the only thing missing from Ashleys house is the white picket fence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is possible to consume 6000 calories in a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that drinks taste better in wine glasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That elevators which only hold 500 lbs are shady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Southern hospitality is real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the things you learn about each other when it the clock ticks 2:00 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-7432929306818924041?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7432929306818924041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/north-carolinas-biggest-chair.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/7432929306818924041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/7432929306818924041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/north-carolinas-biggest-chair.html' title='North Carolina&apos;s biggest Chair'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SrR2f9ip7SI/AAAAAAAAAMA/0OVuy9azP9I/s72-c/DSCN1344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-2475910033450475448</id><published>2009-09-10T07:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:26:38.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7:30 p.m.</title><content type='html'>My friends I was offically in bed at 7:30 p.m. last night! It was wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-2475910033450475448?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2475910033450475448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/730-pm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/2475910033450475448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/2475910033450475448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/730-pm.html' title='7:30 p.m.'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-8879915515641274123</id><published>2009-09-07T21:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:07:11.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqXPEYeDCMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gN8dQqIChqQ/s1600-h/Picture+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378933004158830786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqXPEYeDCMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gN8dQqIChqQ/s400/Picture+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqXOzIfsAcI/AAAAAAAAALw/h93HOb6IVaY/s1600-h/Picture+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My love has come along...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                            I am thrilled for Stacie and JJ!! It is so exciting to find the one you are going to spend the rest of your life with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-8879915515641274123?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8879915515641274123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/at-last.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8879915515641274123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8879915515641274123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/at-last.html' title='At Last...'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqXPEYeDCMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gN8dQqIChqQ/s72-c/Picture+110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-4656732197061115020</id><published>2009-09-07T20:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:11:17.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego</title><content type='html'>This is Ashley and her husband Dave. They are so much fun to be around. Dave is pretty much going to be the best plastic surgeon here in a couple of years, if not already. They flew in from NC to be there for Stacie. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqW8Lbih17I/AAAAAAAAALg/wI4PGbeXAOg/s1600-h/Picture+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378912234521089970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqW8Lbih17I/AAAAAAAAALg/wI4PGbeXAOg/s400/Picture+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Trisha and her cute husband Matt. Trisha can get Stacie laughing like no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqW71ieZcQI/AAAAAAAAALY/Jw3cJPibJbU/s1600-h/Picture+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378911858425688322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqW71ieZcQI/AAAAAAAAALY/Jw3cJPibJbU/s400/Picture+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqW7kSGW_-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/y5rXu6NVAgg/s1600-h/Picture+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378911561972121570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqW7kSGW_-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/y5rXu6NVAgg/s400/Picture+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old Friends, great company. Ashley and Trisha are childhood friends. There is nothing more magical then having a childhood friend still in your life. They know you, really know you and love you. Thanks for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-4656732197061115020?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4656732197061115020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/san-diego.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/4656732197061115020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/4656732197061115020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/san-diego.html' title='San Diego'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqW8Lbih17I/AAAAAAAAALg/wI4PGbeXAOg/s72-c/Picture+184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-8434343524631885469</id><published>2009-09-07T19:47:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:12:43.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JOY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqW5SUT4c1I/AAAAAAAAALI/E8bIBV1nRtc/s1600-h/Picture+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378909054304809810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqW5SUT4c1I/AAAAAAAAALI/E8bIBV1nRtc/s400/Picture+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqW5Aq9XcdI/AAAAAAAAALA/tOgbW5exlss/s1600-h/Picture+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqW4wC3RqxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0wByIbZsAtY/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378908465505872658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqW4wC3RqxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0wByIbZsAtY/s400/Picture+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqW4lGXqr_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/D0wYvPvRpBI/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378908277468475378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqW4lGXqr_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/D0wYvPvRpBI/s400/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqW4KEqtdVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/JsnUeabVZgQ/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378907813155009874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqW4KEqtdVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/JsnUeabVZgQ/s400/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being one of Stacie's bestfriends people often ask me if she is happy. Could you find a happier bride? She was so emotional on her wedding day. It was sweet and unexpected. She walked into the room where she was to be married sobbing with tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-8434343524631885469?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8434343524631885469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/joy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8434343524631885469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8434343524631885469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/joy.html' title='JOY!!'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SqW5SUT4c1I/AAAAAAAAALI/E8bIBV1nRtc/s72-c/Picture+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-597235969682039461</id><published>2009-08-25T10:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:16:15.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>after thoughts</title><content type='html'>So, I was thinking about my post where I talk about infants and how I feel about them. Then I started to read some fun blogs of people I know (who are definitely on the attachment parenting end of things)  and it made me think....I wonder if I just don't really like twin infants. :) I know right? It sounds weird but I do think my parenting style is a little more on the attachment side of things and when you have two infants to care for you don't usually get the luxury of choosing your parenting style. When there are two infants crying you have to pick which one to help first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times I when I would be feeding one baby and the other baby would be crying because they were hungry and I would just cry with them while I feed their sibling. They were two little to prop bottles up and feeding them sometimes would take 30 minutes each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were sad times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-597235969682039461?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/597235969682039461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/597235969682039461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/597235969682039461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-thoughts.html' title='after thoughts'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-7380024358909819618</id><published>2009-08-19T09:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:55:08.807-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever?</title><content type='html'>Is my cute, nice, fun baby gone forever? Teething has taken her far far away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-7380024358909819618?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7380024358909819618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/forever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/7380024358909819618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/7380024358909819618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/forever.html' title='Forever?'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-1767398571204824418</id><published>2009-08-18T09:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:05:21.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Teeth 30 To Go</title><content type='html'>Kate =2&lt;br /&gt;Zack=8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced.&lt;br /&gt;The devil doesn't come out at night.&lt;br /&gt;He comes out when a tooth is erupting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-1767398571204824418?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1767398571204824418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-teeth-30-to-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/1767398571204824418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/1767398571204824418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-teeth-30-to-go.html' title='10 Teeth 30 To Go'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-6039563203747554793</id><published>2009-08-18T08:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:01:42.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>I met the sweetest down syndrome baby named Max today at work. His mother came in to have her teeth cleaned and brought him in with her. He was attached to his oxygen tank and had the fattest cheeks. I have never met a down syndrome baby and I have to say I was immediately in love. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amazes me the most is that this little boy was going to have open heart surgery in a couple of days and that his mom and dad choose to adopt him when he was 1 month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there are wonderful inspiring people out there in this world. This woman is at the top of my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never met a down syndrome baby your life is not complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-6039563203747554793?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6039563203747554793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/inspired.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/6039563203747554793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/6039563203747554793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-8866616846403656381</id><published>2009-08-16T19:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:08:27.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>Zack and Kate turn 1 here in a couple of weeks and I have had so many thoughts going through my head about this last year. Inparticular confessions of this first time mom. I think motherhood has to be one of the most unnatural things I have ever done. I guess I thought it would come so naturally and that my babies would just tell me how to mother them. This could not be farther from the truth. The first three months of there lives was so bad that I still feel sad when I look back, for them and for us. I had no clue what I was doing. I was TOO tired to do anything but what we were doing even though I knew it wasn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a whole new appreciation for people who have systems in place that aren't working and they know it but they do it anyway. because. because it is something. anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #1 I hate newborns. I didn't know that I did at the time but looking back. i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel both relieved and sad that I not only feel that way but that I have just admitted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-8866616846403656381?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8866616846403656381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/confessions.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8866616846403656381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8866616846403656381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-7363959283207336654</id><published>2009-08-15T21:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:20:02.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Zack</title><content type='html'>This week Zack pooped during nap time, it leaked out of his diaper and then he played in it until it was time to get up. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no more words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-7363959283207336654?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7363959283207336654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/really-zack.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/7363959283207336654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/7363959283207336654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/really-zack.html' title='Really Zack'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-530334190877059376</id><published>2009-07-28T22:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:05:45.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will make it to mom first?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_KEwDLKuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ds_wpaxuOH4/s1600-h/Zack+%26+Kate+445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363727864188054242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_KEwDLKuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ds_wpaxuOH4/s400/Zack+%26+Kate+445.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-530334190877059376?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/530334190877059376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-will-make-it-to-mom-first.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/530334190877059376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/530334190877059376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-will-make-it-to-mom-first.html' title='Who will make it to mom first?'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_KEwDLKuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ds_wpaxuOH4/s72-c/Zack+%26+Kate+445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-5653976412692253879</id><published>2009-07-28T21:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:00:25.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>little fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_JFBORpBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/W7wyeptIaNQ/s1600-h/Zack+%26+Kate+401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363726769286390802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_JFBORpBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/W7wyeptIaNQ/s400/Zack+%26+Kate+401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_I2LHvI4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/zpr6StY-EOM/s1600-h/Zack+%26+Kate+393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363726514245280642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_I2LHvI4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/zpr6StY-EOM/s400/Zack+%26+Kate+393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_IrIiIfBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tgSz2OqIADM/s1600-h/Zack+%26+Kate+361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363726324572126226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_IrIiIfBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tgSz2OqIADM/s400/Zack+%26+Kate+361.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-5653976412692253879?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5653976412692253879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/5653976412692253879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/5653976412692253879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-fish.html' title='little fish'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_JFBORpBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/W7wyeptIaNQ/s72-c/Zack+%26+Kate+401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-8257669573450498679</id><published>2009-07-28T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:54:41.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and who needs a pool when you have a laundry basket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_H0aEoeSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jN1STlf7gHY/s1600-h/Zack+%26+Kate+437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363725384387426594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_H0aEoeSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jN1STlf7gHY/s400/Zack+%26+Kate+437.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-8257669573450498679?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8257669573450498679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-who-needs-pool-when-you-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8257669573450498679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8257669573450498679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-who-needs-pool-when-you-have.html' title='and who needs a pool when you have a laundry basket'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_H0aEoeSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jN1STlf7gHY/s72-c/Zack+%26+Kate+437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-4985872423184347833</id><published>2009-07-28T21:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:49:17.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hello sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_GlGnQFtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/uuW-G3d97pw/s1600-h/Zack+%26+Kate+515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363724021954254546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_GlGnQFtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/uuW-G3d97pw/s400/Zack+%26+Kate+515.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-4985872423184347833?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4985872423184347833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/4985872423184347833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/4985872423184347833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-sunshine.html' title='hello sunshine'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_GlGnQFtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/uuW-G3d97pw/s72-c/Zack+%26+Kate+515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-93993504200363344</id><published>2009-07-28T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:45:13.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_FoxrbnhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/h4cd8LkY6E4/s1600-h/Zack+%26+Kate+425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363722985542491666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_FoxrbnhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/h4cd8LkY6E4/s400/Zack+%26+Kate+425.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-93993504200363344?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/93993504200363344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/team-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/93993504200363344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/93993504200363344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/team-work.html' title='Team Work'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_FoxrbnhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/h4cd8LkY6E4/s72-c/Zack+%26+Kate+425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-4817144935194311693</id><published>2009-07-28T21:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:46:34.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>brown eyed girl - blue eyed boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_E0DpRIvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9P_JYgA2faw/s1600-h/Zack+%26+Kate+462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363722079832187634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_E0DpRIvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9P_JYgA2faw/s400/Zack+%26+Kate+462.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-4817144935194311693?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4817144935194311693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/brown-eyed-girl-boy-eyed-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/4817144935194311693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/4817144935194311693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/brown-eyed-girl-boy-eyed-boy.html' title='brown eyed girl - blue eyed boy'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_E0DpRIvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9P_JYgA2faw/s72-c/Zack+%26+Kate+462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-7995114865899453509</id><published>2009-07-28T21:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:39:28.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs toys when you are a twin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_EDIh3zVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rpE7CikMVaI/s1600-h/Zack+%26+Kate+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363721239329754450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_EDIh3zVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rpE7CikMVaI/s400/Zack+%26+Kate+213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_D3ZAsR0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/PJn2TKYxgQw/s1600-h/Zack+%26+Kate+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363721037595559746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_D3ZAsR0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/PJn2TKYxgQw/s400/Zack+%26+Kate+210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_Dpl_bhcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Uxqct5GSb6g/s1600-h/Zack+%26+Kate+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363720800561759682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_Dpl_bhcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Uxqct5GSb6g/s400/Zack+%26+Kate+219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_DfGpdUSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/lm7hP-DUgSg/s1600-h/Zack+%26+Kate+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363720620349411618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_DfGpdUSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/lm7hP-DUgSg/s400/Zack+%26+Kate+206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-7995114865899453509?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7995114865899453509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-needs-toys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/7995114865899453509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/7995114865899453509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-needs-toys.html' title='Who needs toys when you are a twin'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_EDIh3zVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rpE7CikMVaI/s72-c/Zack+%26+Kate+213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-6076467528036670181</id><published>2009-07-28T21:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:33:34.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hello old friends</title><content type='html'>Here is a glimpse of why I have not been updating my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_CY3DNDQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/rCv4Un2CGRo/s1600-h/Zack+%26+Kate+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363719413571587330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_CY3DNDQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/rCv4Un2CGRo/s400/Zack+%26+Kate+083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; note to self I have twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-6076467528036670181?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6076467528036670181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/te.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/6076467528036670181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/6076467528036670181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/te.html' title='hello old friends'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sm_CY3DNDQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/rCv4Un2CGRo/s72-c/Zack+%26+Kate+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-3773289343571145757</id><published>2009-06-05T07:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:31:01.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7:27 a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SikeDazxqEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/50PtJNOKIkk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343835476936730690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SikeDazxqEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/50PtJNOKIkk/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 7:27 a.m. and I have changed 4 diapers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that sums up my life perfectly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-3773289343571145757?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3773289343571145757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/727-am.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/3773289343571145757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/3773289343571145757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/727-am.html' title='7:27 a.m.'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SikeDazxqEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/50PtJNOKIkk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-7269191449304323010</id><published>2009-05-23T20:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:10:14.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>we are still here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Shi6jz9rj8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/X0sbrlrFZ78/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339222482654826434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Shi6jz9rj8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/X0sbrlrFZ78/s400/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 9 months I have kept us all alive. I love the 9 month mark. I had no idea that it would just keep getting easier and easier. They have officially been out of my belly as long as they were in it. That's weird. I haven't realized how hard it really has been until now. It is still hard and I am sure I will say the same thing in a year from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future Quote&lt;br /&gt;"I had no idea how hard it's really has been until now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in LOVE with Kate these days. She is so independent, plays by herself, laughs at Zack a ton, crawls anywhere and everywhere, sleeps 12 hours at night and takes at least one 2 hour nap a day, loves her dad, loves to be naked, can use her little fingers to pick up anything she wants, only likes to eat food she can feed herself, doesn't smile at strangers, giggles all day long, she is patient and has what I call SunBurst when you pick her up from her crib. Her whole body shakes with excitement. It's as if her little body can't hold all the joy inside of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sunbrust. A little girl who lights up with so much energy her toes and fingers themselves can't hold still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate when you pick her up out of her crib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-7269191449304323010?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7269191449304323010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-still-here.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/7269191449304323010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/7269191449304323010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-still-here.html' title='we are still here'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Shi6jz9rj8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/X0sbrlrFZ78/s72-c/Picture+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-3556657514106148609</id><published>2009-05-17T20:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:25:38.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 1/2 hours later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/ShDGaX7NvKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/D1uY4bo7_yM/s1600-h/IMG_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336983714835315874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/ShDGaX7NvKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/D1uY4bo7_yM/s400/IMG_0717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Made this for Kate at a church activity. Paid $2.50 for the material thought it was a brillant idea. Two and a half hours later... I would pay $30.00 dollars for a brand new tutu just to get those two hours of my life back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-3556657514106148609?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3556657514106148609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-12-hours-later.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/3556657514106148609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/3556657514106148609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-12-hours-later.html' title='2 1/2 hours later'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/ShDGaX7NvKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/D1uY4bo7_yM/s72-c/IMG_0717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-2626307447565728664</id><published>2009-05-17T20:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:20:31.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one walker two babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/ShDFhuzCQzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ykvcrUJdiFk/s1600-h/IMG_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336982741722481458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/ShDFhuzCQzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ykvcrUJdiFk/s400/IMG_1242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/ShDFBCyKpYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/55HHY_kxCV0/s1600-h/IMG_1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336982180151862658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/ShDFBCyKpYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/55HHY_kxCV0/s400/IMG_1244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/ShDExy75uoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/x_zCGPQGYH4/s1600-h/IMG_1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336981918199691906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/ShDExy75uoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/x_zCGPQGYH4/s400/IMG_1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-2626307447565728664?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2626307447565728664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-walker-two-babies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/2626307447565728664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/2626307447565728664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-walker-two-babies.html' title='one walker two babies'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/ShDFhuzCQzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ykvcrUJdiFk/s72-c/IMG_1242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-6197794561771810345</id><published>2009-05-17T19:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:00:26.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMSONCALL.COM</title><content type='html'>Momsoncall.com is a program that was written by two pediatric nurses that each have a set of twins. This is easily the best $30 dollars I have ever spent. This program gives you a daily schedule to follow for feeding and napping. The second day we started this program my life changed. I have shared this program with many other moms who have loved it. I have read EVERY sleep book out there and this program takes the best parts of all of them. If you know of any struggling first time moms use this program. It really changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;momsoncall.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-6197794561771810345?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6197794561771810345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/momsoncallcom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/6197794561771810345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/6197794561771810345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/momsoncallcom.html' title='MOMSONCALL.COM'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-8779274263258198965</id><published>2009-05-15T19:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:29:11.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zack could not stop laughing at Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sg4UYKk8bSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2RqyXmuE4jY/s1600-h/Picture+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336225013869341986" style="WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sg4UYKk8bSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2RqyXmuE4jY/s400/Picture+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sg4Vo4XOs3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/1bQH_ygFolM/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336226400549385074" style="WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sg4Vo4XOs3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/1bQH_ygFolM/s400/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and it's all fun and games until someone gets their eye poked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sg4WQsu9DxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Dok1wk-6OGs/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336227084622434066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sg4WQsu9DxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Dok1wk-6OGs/s400/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-8779274263258198965?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8779274263258198965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8779274263258198965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8779274263258198965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-week.html' title='This week.'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sg4UYKk8bSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2RqyXmuE4jY/s72-c/Picture+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-3406975296223035668</id><published>2009-05-15T19:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:15:45.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sg4TWO936VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2qHXpOIeQgs/s1600-h/Picture+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336223881176279378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sg4TWO936VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2qHXpOIeQgs/s400/Picture+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To a woman I think there is no greater joy than seeing your husband love, really love your children. Wade gets up every night with Zack at 2:00 a.m. to feed him, everynight!! Wade will be the first to admit that sometimes he and Zack "don't always get along". Zack loves his dad most when I am holding him and Wade is playing with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Translation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zack is a mommies boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate loves Wade. He feeds her everynight before bed. They are cute together, she will get anything out of him in years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Why don't I feed my daughter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zack won't let Wade feed him before bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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/8908267946504874442-3406975296223035668?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3406975296223035668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/dads.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/3406975296223035668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/3406975296223035668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/dads.html' title='dads'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sg4TWO936VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2qHXpOIeQgs/s72-c/Picture+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-6219116333141722805</id><published>2009-05-15T10:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:24:55.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Jar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sg2XP5pfHGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TRzY3D2FCkY/s1600-h/Picture+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336087432932564066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sg2XP5pfHGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TRzY3D2FCkY/s400/Picture+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sg2WZFNZdjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xCVZ6QxKglk/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336086491143173682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sg2WZFNZdjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xCVZ6QxKglk/s400/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have a friend or family member who has lost someone recently you should make them one of these. It's a memory jar, you take a stone or pebble out for each day of the year. My friend Becky Kimball gave me the idea, she has one for her sweet girl. I made this one for my mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-6219116333141722805?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6219116333141722805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/memory-jar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/6219116333141722805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/6219116333141722805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/memory-jar.html' title='Memory Jar'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sg2XP5pfHGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TRzY3D2FCkY/s72-c/Picture+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-4493166289646379193</id><published>2009-05-15T09:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:48:07.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Raise a Baby Around a Parrot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c61fb2b409f32a20" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc61fb2b409f32a20%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331444088%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44610B8441CEEBD0C06E07240ED25D1E51893736.317AD6EA8FB6F780A35BD00E5B4A1B3ECE0F0740%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc61fb2b409f32a20%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdnfLlhSbqwkStau_Dx-GVtstLvc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc61fb2b409f32a20%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331444088%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44610B8441CEEBD0C06E07240ED25D1E51893736.317AD6EA8FB6F780A35BD00E5B4A1B3ECE0F0740%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc61fb2b409f32a20%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdnfLlhSbqwkStau_Dx-GVtstLvc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mom sent this to me.  Thought it was worth sharing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-4493166289646379193?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4493166289646379193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-cute.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/4493166289646379193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/4493166289646379193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-cute.html' title='Never Raise a Baby Around a Parrot'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-8994334256563266169</id><published>2009-05-05T15:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:44:19.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As he was leaving ...</title><content type='html'>"Don't let the kids take advantage of you today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-8994334256563266169?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8994334256563266169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-he-was-leaving.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8994334256563266169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8994334256563266169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-he-was-leaving.html' title='As he was leaving ...'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-830428002238064065</id><published>2009-05-04T20:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:13:59.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Came Home To This The Other Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sf-f2WS88jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GDtx8-nn2oU/s1600-h/stacie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332156239876780594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sf-f2WS88jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GDtx8-nn2oU/s400/stacie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For months now Stacie has be taking care of Zack and Kate on Mondays. They love her. Zack even gives her hugs which he rarely gives to anyone besides me. It's nice to have friends that know you, really know you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will miss having you here every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-830428002238064065?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/830428002238064065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/came-home-to-this-other-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/830428002238064065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/830428002238064065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/came-home-to-this-other-day.html' title='Came Home To This The Other Day'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sf-f2WS88jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GDtx8-nn2oU/s72-c/stacie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-4713135261236053324</id><published>2009-05-04T19:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:02:27.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>substance</title><content type='html'>There are days I find myself on the Internet for hours looking for something, anything. Then I read the Nie Nie dialogues. I feel satisfied and go on with my day. Love this girl, her perspective, her attitude, her desire to be a good mother. For Christmas she told her sister to not buy her children plastic toys. I love that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-4713135261236053324?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4713135261236053324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/substance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/4713135261236053324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/4713135261236053324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/substance.html' title='substance'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-6136696054870732489</id><published>2009-05-01T19:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:05:32.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Time</title><content type='html'>For the first time in 71/2 months I put the kids to bed by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the kids to bed by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the kids to bed by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the kids to bed by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels amazing. Aimee is always asking me if I feel empowered by motherhood. I usually say not really. But if she were to ask me tonight I would have to say YES YES YES!! I managed to be home with two infants from 8:30 a.m. to 7:00 p.m. with no help. I fed them each 4 times. Changed 10 diapers. Bathed them both. Changed 4 outfits. Went on a car ride. Talked to the insurance company for 3 hours. Fed them each oatmeal, or tried. Did their physical therapy exercises. For Zack this means lots of tummy time which he calls torture time. For Kate she has to practice standing flat footed, she is already really into ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath time looks something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold Kate while we bathe Zack. I run down the hall and put Kate on the floor in Zack's room, I run back to the bathroom and get Zack out of the tub (I know, I know) Really it is 1 second. I lay him on the floor next to Kate while I diaper and dress him and put lots of lotion on his little dry body. Then I undress Kate and run to the bathroom and put her in the bath seat. I run back down the hall and grab Zack who is screaming at this point because he still hasn't grasped the concept that he is a twin and sometimes that means waiting for 3 seconds to be picked up. Off to the bathroom we go to bathe Kate while still holding Zack. When Kate is done we run Zack back down the hall and put him on the floor where he screams while I get Kate out of the bath tub. We dress her and diaper her on the floor while Zack is on my lap. The bottles are made and waiting for us next to their bouncers with a burp clothe near by. The music has started and I only have to stop feeding Zack once to burp Kate. I stop feeding Zack grab Kate put her on my lap grab Zack's bottle start feeding him again and bounce Kate on my knee until she burps, back in her bouncer she goes and Zack barely notices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for their one year birthday party we will have a circus theme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-6136696054870732489?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6136696054870732489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/bed-time.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/6136696054870732489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/6136696054870732489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/bed-time.html' title='Bed Time'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-4348905359627874605</id><published>2009-04-29T19:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:51:19.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the baby sleeps!</title><content type='html'>Last night for the first time in 71/2 months I slept 8 hours straight. I had the most amazing feeling today, Victory!! There are amazing things you can do with 8 hours of straight sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say there are things you CAN NOT do without sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the grocery store and BRING the groceries home with you.&lt;br /&gt;Leave for the grocery store and MAKE IT THERE, this requires remembering where you are going once in the car.&lt;br /&gt;Going to the grocery store for bread and coming home with bread, and this time it's not because you bought it and left it there. Again, Memory is very important even for small tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving yourself to and FROM the grocery store. Cars should unlock to the sound of your voice. Someone should tell Zack and Kate that keys are way over rated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-4348905359627874605?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4348905359627874605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-baby-sleeps.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/4348905359627874605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/4348905359627874605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-baby-sleeps.html' title='And the baby sleeps!'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-8610523566410098112</id><published>2009-04-26T15:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:23:57.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last My Love Has Come Along!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SfTQxnCiQ0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/H5Xo54CvZtc/s1600-h/stacie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329113809797923650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SfTQxnCiQ0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/H5Xo54CvZtc/s400/stacie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stacie is Engaged!! Stacie is Engaged!! Stacie is Engaged!!! Not only is she engaged as of yesterday but he surprised her with a trip to Oregon and proposed on the beach. I haven't heard all the details yet but she will be posting tonight on her blog. So be ready!! He is such a nice guy. I really couldn't be happier for her. I am so glad we are such good friends at this time in her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Stacie and I am so so happy for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-8610523566410098112?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8610523566410098112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/at-last-my-love-has-come-along.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8610523566410098112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8610523566410098112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/at-last-my-love-has-come-along.html' title='At Last My Love Has Come Along!!'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SfTQxnCiQ0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/H5Xo54CvZtc/s72-c/stacie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-6470507279976880846</id><published>2009-04-25T20:45:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:56:21.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Specialized training?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SfPLoIOeC4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/X9rQRNTpDyo/s1600-h/Picture+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328826674372807554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SfPLoIOeC4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/X9rQRNTpDyo/s400/Picture+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SfPLeU69tMI/AAAAAAAAADw/YtOAB88pY7M/s1600-h/Picture+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328826505981965506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SfPLeU69tMI/AAAAAAAAADw/YtOAB88pY7M/s400/Picture+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is what Zack and Kate thought of the loud man conducting the train while screaming into the microphone at the zoo. Do you think he is the only train conductor they have or should we give it another try? I am sure it is some sort of special job. A coveted position. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-6470507279976880846?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6470507279976880846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-so-much.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/6470507279976880846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/6470507279976880846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-so-much.html' title='Specialized training?'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SfPLoIOeC4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/X9rQRNTpDyo/s72-c/Picture+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-935609494438022413</id><published>2009-04-23T11:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:14:13.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oops!</title><content type='html'>It looked something like this but she wasn't naked. She was dressed in a beautiful brown and pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;polka&lt;/span&gt; dot dress with tights that had ruffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SfChlleOFHI/AAAAAAAAADo/3EE5wmLvGL4/s1600-h/falling+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327936026265392242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SfChlleOFHI/AAAAAAAAADo/3EE5wmLvGL4/s400/falling+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday we went to church for the second time in 7 months. There we were on the last row all dressed up, when I decided to prop Kate in the corner of the bench. Bad idea!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why-There are so many reasons. Need I even list them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zack started to cry so I grabbed a toy to entertain him when suddenly down went Kate. Yes I put my baby who is 7 months old in the corner of a wooden bench and turned away. Luckily she fall onto the diaper bag and then on to the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a mark on her. Yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-935609494438022413?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/935609494438022413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/oops.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/935609494438022413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/935609494438022413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/oops.html' title='oops!'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SfChlleOFHI/AAAAAAAAADo/3EE5wmLvGL4/s72-c/falling+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-8682278203380830769</id><published>2009-04-14T16:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:04:46.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Brooke</title><content type='html'>First taker on the field trip. Zack had a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-8682278203380830769?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8682278203380830769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/thanks-brooke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8682278203380830769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8682278203380830769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/thanks-brooke.html' title='Thanks Brooke'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-1169643308566492150</id><published>2009-04-14T15:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:03:22.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Field trips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SeUH5xcTkhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/q3aH8Isg16E/s1600-h/field+trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324670823541477906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SeUH5xcTkhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/q3aH8Isg16E/s400/field+trip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone would like to take one of my babies just for an hour or two PLEASE let me know. They LOVE to be held, never want to be put down, currently are teething, put any and everything in their mouths, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;druel&lt;/span&gt; everywhere, grab hair; lips, teeth, cheeks and even eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free to try!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and if you THINK you want twins you can have both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-1169643308566492150?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1169643308566492150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/field-trips.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/1169643308566492150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/1169643308566492150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/field-trips.html' title='Field trips'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SeUH5xcTkhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/q3aH8Isg16E/s72-c/field+trip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-3741124824555067802</id><published>2009-04-11T06:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:02:42.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter blues for Wade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SeCVeiCR62I/AAAAAAAAADI/OcMnlhA8km0/s1600-h/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323419111316908898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SeCVeiCR62I/AAAAAAAAADI/OcMnlhA8km0/s400/easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as Wade and I were in the kitchen he looked over at me and said "next year we really will have to celebrate Easter". I'm not quite sure what he meant by this but I am offended on so many levels. I LOVE Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-3741124824555067802?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3741124824555067802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-blues-for-wade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/3741124824555067802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/3741124824555067802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-blues-for-wade.html' title='Easter blues for Wade'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SeCVeiCR62I/AAAAAAAAADI/OcMnlhA8km0/s72-c/easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-7059190490534834340</id><published>2009-04-05T17:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:25:49.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3:03 a.m.</title><content type='html'>Me- "Wade I hear one of the babies"&lt;br /&gt;Wade- "Well are they crying?"&lt;br /&gt;Me- "It's your turn go see what's wrong"&lt;br /&gt;Wade- "Are you sure they are awake"&lt;br /&gt;Me-"Please just go check, I can hear them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wade- "They are both sound asleep"&lt;br /&gt;Me- "Sorry I must have been dreaming"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens about three times a week. I always dread the next morning. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-7059190490534834340?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7059190490534834340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/303-am.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/7059190490534834340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/7059190490534834340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/303-am.html' title='3:03 a.m.'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-2823962457149490143</id><published>2009-04-04T16:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:43:21.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dental hygienist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sdfiep1XCgI/AAAAAAAAADA/9PRBSH_N2tE/s1600-h/PrimaryTeeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320970501015144962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sdfiep1XCgI/AAAAAAAAADA/9PRBSH_N2tE/s400/PrimaryTeeth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right my friends I am a dental hygienist. Why is that relevant? Because today I sat for an hour and a half in the pediatricians office for the Dr. to tell me that nothing was wrong with Zack. Two weeks ago when the pediatrician told me Zack had an earache I actually shouted "YES"! When the Dr. looked at me like I was crazy I explained that if nothing was wrong with Zack he was going to need a new mommy. So, I was relieved. Last night Zack and I cuddled&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;SEVEN times. You heard me SEVEN!!! After the Dr. couldn't find a thing wrong with Zack my eyes started to tear up. Please I was thinking. PLEASE find something wrong with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day Wade woke me up from a nap holding both Zack and Kate and said "Zack show mommy your surprise". I looked at his face for a scratch, bruise or bump but couldn't find anything. That's when I grabbed him and started giving him a million kisses. "YES" a tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do what for a living?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-2823962457149490143?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2823962457149490143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/dental-hygienist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/2823962457149490143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/2823962457149490143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/dental-hygienist.html' title='Dental hygienist?'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/Sdfiep1XCgI/AAAAAAAAADA/9PRBSH_N2tE/s72-c/PrimaryTeeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-8037396920041728905</id><published>2009-04-03T15:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:08:23.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Fridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Fridays will be dedicated to flashbacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I hope I get the hang of this blogging thing and fun funky pictures will be included in flashback Fridays. Any ideas for flashbacks let me know. I would LOVE to hear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;With Easter on it's way I will share an Easter flashback dating back to 1989. There was snow on the ground, lots of it. I had on my new Easter dress, the one that matched my sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jackies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. I never got to pick out our Easter dress, I just always wanted the same one that she had. It's as if at that age I was powerless to choose for myself because as soon I saw the dress she had on nothing and I mean nothing could compare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This year was special because not only did we wake up to an Easter Egg Hunt, new dresses and lots of candy, our Easter Baskets were made out of nothing but candy cane. You heard me Candy Cane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's the only Easter basket I remember to this day. A kid never forgets an Easter Basket that can be enjoyed for weeks and weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-8037396920041728905?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8037396920041728905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/flashback-fridays.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8037396920041728905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/8037396920041728905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/flashback-fridays.html' title='Flashback Fridays'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-7063082305747894571</id><published>2009-04-02T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:35:43.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How sweet it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SdUOf-3iBzI/AAAAAAAAACw/JM3AtkeIlt4/s1600-h/blog+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320174477422757682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SdUOf-3iBzI/AAAAAAAAACw/JM3AtkeIlt4/s400/blog+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320173712028155874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 186px; height: 118px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SdUNzbjPP-I/AAAAAAAAACo/CJPEPtf2Pls/s200/blog+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet it is to hold a sleeping baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I long for a singleton (not anytime soon)! What's a singleton you ask? It is when you get to enjoy being pregnant with only ONE baby and you can hold that ONE baby as long as you want whenever you want. I had a singleton moment today! While Zack was napping Kate fell asleep in my arms and for the first time in 7 months I got to hold her while she slept without any other distractions. I tried not to move an inch and although I thought my arm was going to fall off I was not about to risk waking her. I was praying that Zack would just keep on napping so that I could hold Kate forever. It was pure heaven, especially because she is not my cuddly baby. I could cry just writing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever know what it's like to have a singleton? Do you really have moments like that daily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand Kate has laughed really hard twice today at Zack. They make each other laugh all the time and I get to experience it with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-7063082305747894571?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7063082305747894571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-sweet-it-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/7063082305747894571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/7063082305747894571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-sweet-it-is.html' title='How sweet it is'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SdUOf-3iBzI/AAAAAAAAACw/JM3AtkeIlt4/s72-c/blog+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-1899707694119638255</id><published>2009-02-05T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:15:30.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SYsvqgCCfEI/AAAAAAAAACY/smIT5lOFyFk/s1600-h/Picture+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299381793731017794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SYsvqgCCfEI/AAAAAAAAACY/smIT5lOFyFk/s200/Picture+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up this morning and it is still true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins. I have twins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-1899707694119638255?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1899707694119638255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-reminder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/1899707694119638255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/1899707694119638255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-reminder.html' title='Still true'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaSy7wCZXjI/SYsvqgCCfEI/AAAAAAAAACY/smIT5lOFyFk/s72-c/Picture+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908267946504874442.post-2744645105400059413</id><published>2009-02-03T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:47:06.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Welcome into our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are or should I say here I am. It's a scary thing to write down your thoughts and put them on the web. I haven't quit decided what kind of blog this will be. Will I write about my family? Politics? Random things? How to raise twins? So many possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908267946504874442-2744645105400059413?l=wisanlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2744645105400059413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/2744645105400059413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908267946504874442/posts/default/2744645105400059413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wisanlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Brianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
