<?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-28473065</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:13:27.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erin's Third Law</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01974951087387535088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SQXiNmJ5kvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NXnmwJFhnI8/S220/IMG_6545.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28473065.post-7480292851362559497</id><published>2009-04-20T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:17:48.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FHE</title><content type='html'>Everytime I see my cousin Beth I think "I need to blog again".&lt;br /&gt;So since I got to see her last week, here's a blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to write about this most awesome FHE (Family Home Evening) lesson given by Captain America tonight.  It was his turn for giving the lesson and I really hadn't prepared anything with him.  But C.A. quickly decided he wanted to play a game, and he had it all worked out, every detail, in his head.  Here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and C.A. went upstairs to draw pictures for the game - pictures of "good" things like reading scriptures, paying tithing, and Jesus, and pictures of "bad" things - like kids fighting and being mean, and older siblings ordering around younger siblings (hmm).  He also had one of the war in heaven (I'm not sure if that one was good or bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.A. taped the pictures in hiding places on the walls and furniture while Superman and I closed our eyes, and then the game begin!  Superman and I were the ones playing (since Dad and C.A. were in charge and the twins are too little).  We had to find the pictures, preferably the good ones, and the one with the most good pictures won (especially if you found the prize picture of Jesus with children).  I guessed I didn't really have my game on, and Superman won in all respects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reward the winner, Captain America presented Superman with his prize - a hand-cut piece of paper that sort of resembled a trophy!  Superman was ecstatic, literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for my prize.  C.A. presented me with a square piece of paper with lots of cuts all over it.  He explained that this was the loser prize - and that it was a tool that Satan uses to get us to do mean things.  I hesitently asked if it would make me do mean things, and was assured it would not.  I took it and said "Um, thank you, I love it."  Captain America responded, "Mom, it's not a very good prize."  "Oh," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the lesson - do good things, not bad, and find Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;Makes pretty good sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE FOUR YEAR OLDS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28473065-7480292851362559497?l=erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7480292851362559497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28473065&amp;postID=7480292851362559497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/7480292851362559497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/7480292851362559497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/2009/04/fhe.html' title='FHE'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01974951087387535088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SQXiNmJ5kvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NXnmwJFhnI8/S220/IMG_6545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28473065.post-657065100289628024</id><published>2008-08-25T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:00:07.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain America</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since I didn't get to really include him in the last blog, I just am going to add a quick post about my buddy here that makes me laugh more everyday than anyone else. I love this kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what we've jointly decided to write about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Captain America is really awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is really fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he loves to play on the computer and wants mom to get off so he can have a turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238500950839725842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SLLk3CpZDxI/AAAAAAAAABA/ul9yi4AGQvY/s320/Caleb+castle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28473065-657065100289628024?l=erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/feeds/657065100289628024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28473065&amp;postID=657065100289628024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/657065100289628024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/657065100289628024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/2008/08/captain-america.html' title='Captain America'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01974951087387535088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SQXiNmJ5kvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NXnmwJFhnI8/S220/IMG_6545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SLLk3CpZDxI/AAAAAAAAABA/ul9yi4AGQvY/s72-c/Caleb+castle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28473065.post-5856251635051769853</id><published>2008-08-25T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:52:37.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>All right a new post! Are you proud Aly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to write something because my heart is so full! What is it about being a mom that turns you so mushy? But it can't be helped, nor would I want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First milestone to report is that my baby twins turned one. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the whole experiencing cake for the first time thing. (For those wondering, we did NOT let them experience fire via birthday candle, I just can't keep up that tradition!) It was a great portrait of their personalities as (Oh, I just realized I need names for them!) As we put the cake on their high chair trays, Amazing Kid dove in, getting messy and loving each bite. Incrediboy gingerly touched his cake and then decided to have a little taste. But after a few bites, decided he didn't like it and threw it off his highchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238493957558863746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SLLef-pTh4I/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZB5e8EDsEWg/s320/A+birthday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238493965552458738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SLLegcbIG_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/drBXdyAwoVk/s320/I+birthday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one-year-old milestone is a big one for me, one I've been looking forward to for, oh, about one year! Not that I didn't love and adore those early times with the babies, and two is twice as fun, it really is, but.. Well, I heard that it gets easier after one, and there have been a few days that I've really held on to that promise. Has it gotten easier? Yes. Not all at once :) or every day, but in general, it has. Yay! And still really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, but I do have to say that to every one who tells me "Once they start playing together, it will be easier than one!" my question is, "Do you have more than one?" Because I wonder if they've noticed that children who can play, can also fight. And in fact, that devolps a lot sooner, Oh, I'd say right about one-year-old. And they can be really mean to each other and make each other cry. Often. Throughout your day. And they don't understand what "soft" means. Or time outs. Or taking toys away, or any other form of discipline. They only understand that pushing and hitting might get them the toy, and why the heck is mom so upset all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I've vented :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second milestone - hubby turned 31! Yay! I threw a surprise party, because, hey, who expects that at 31? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, third one has my heart right now. I just sent Superman on the BUS to Kindergarten. YIKES! YAY! YIKES! Talk about mixed emotions! The transition went smoothly. No tears even. (I'm talking about me, obviously :)) Superman was as excited as he could be. He woke up at 6:30 this morning, and when I told him it was too early and to go back to bed, he kept popping back in every 10 minutes just to check. Finally he just camped out by the clock announcing each time a minute had passed until I got out of bed and started helping him find things to do. Finally the magic time of 8:20 came and we sent him on the bus. I did resist the temptation to load everyone in the car and follow, so I'm hoping everything worked out and he got there OK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238498324161215202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SLLieJgbuuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WDPEZJUpQu0/s320/Sam+1st+day.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's such a great kid and I think, oh I hope he'll like school and have good experiences and be good and not get corrupted and just... be happy. SUCH a mushy mom is me! Oh, but we love our kids don't we? It never ceases to amaze me just how much love I have for them, and amazes me even more that someone must love ME that much! Both earthly and Heavenly parents. How lucky we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 hours until my boy comes home - I better find something to do and quite staring at the clock! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28473065-5856251635051769853?l=erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5856251635051769853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28473065&amp;postID=5856251635051769853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/5856251635051769853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/5856251635051769853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/2008/08/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01974951087387535088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SQXiNmJ5kvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NXnmwJFhnI8/S220/IMG_6545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SLLef-pTh4I/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZB5e8EDsEWg/s72-c/A+birthday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28473065.post-5543160516232940083</id><published>2008-05-07T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:26:14.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>Well now my family is blogging, so I feel like maybe I should start up again! I guess it has been over a year, maybe time to post. :) I don't even know if this still works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep seems to be the bain of my existence right now. Getting those I want to sleep to sleep when I want them to sleep so I can sleep! Why is it so hard? I thought if I did "cry it out" techniques sleep problems would magically disappear as a reward for having to sit through that misery. But while it definitely helped, my babies are still having problems. So I feel jipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe dealing with the nap gambles and heartaches are just one of the things that God has us go through so that at the end of the day, we love our babies that much more. I've thought about that philosophy a lot. If babies were easy, we'd probably still love them because how can you not love something that cute? But I think maybe not as much. After sacrificing sleep, hot meals, your favorite clothes that are now spit-up stained, your body shape, time with yourself, time with anyone else, your cell phone that now has a fuzzy sound due to too much baby slobber, did I say sleep?, at the end of the day, its pretty hard not to love ferociously that little being who you know is worth all the sacrifice and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think that the key to my problems might just be consistency - the one thing that I can't seem to do. But maybe with these little twin boys I'll just have to overcome that weakness and figure out how to perfectly follow a schedule. Another reason to love them. :) And seriously, how can you NOT adore such darling boys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SCIP-0ErtOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLtpLXEx6Gk/s1600-h/babies+crib.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197734491743565026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SCIP-0ErtOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLtpLXEx6Gk/s320/babies+crib.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28473065-5543160516232940083?l=erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/feeds/5543160516232940083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28473065&amp;postID=5543160516232940083' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/5543160516232940083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/5543160516232940083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01974951087387535088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SQXiNmJ5kvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NXnmwJFhnI8/S220/IMG_6545.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SCIP-0ErtOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLtpLXEx6Gk/s72-c/babies+crib.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28473065.post-1276496030819209400</id><published>2007-03-22T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:08:47.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring and babies</title><content type='html'>My Sister just gave birth to a baby boy, what a wonderful thing in spring when new life is all starting to come out! This is her third baby and first boy so and I am SO excited for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too have news. I am expecting again, (yay!) but not due until I've gone through spring and all the heat of summer with a big belly. It's been a really fun pregnancy though, and I want to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being my third pregnancy, I started off feeling very confident. How nice not to have to worry about all the goofy little symptoms that I now recognize as "normal". I went to my first doctor visit feeling like a veteran, ready to tell the doctor what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this visit, my doctor decided to do an early ultrasound to find the baby's due date and make sure that there was a heartbeat and all that good stuff. I had my kids with my on this visit, so I kept pretty busy trying to threaten 2 yr-old Capt. America so he wouldn't play with the machinery while the doctor set up and asked me routine questions about how I was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just finished telling the doctor that inspite of the usual tiredness and morning sickness, I was feeling just fine, when she looked at me funny, asked, "Are you sure?" and turned the screen toward me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There went my confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked up on the screen, all I could say was, "You're kidding." The doctor replied, "I'm not kidding." I said again, "You're KIDDING." "I'm not kidding." I think we went through this six or seven times until finally I could manage to ask, "Why do I see two of them?" She smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next thought was - hey, twice the chance for a girl! So I asked, "Fraternal?" "Probably identical" she said. (Dang - although identical twins sounds fun, I just new that with my luck, at least one was going to be a boy, so identical would probably mean two boys.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the Captain was really starting to mess things up in the room, so I had to shift my attention towards my children and try to somehow listen at the same time to all the things the doctor was telling me - something about an earlier due date, gaining weight, and trying to find someone who could be "me" when I couldn't be. I didn't know if she meant before the twins were born or after. I think both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor gave me a book about expecting multiples and a big congratulations, and I walked out of the room dazed and in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited until I got home, and then immediately called my husband's cell phone. He answered and replied, "I'm in the bedroom." "Oh." click. He had been sick and had apparently gotten bad enough to come home early to rest. So I told Superman not to say anything to Dad, and went to the bedroom for a "chat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So," I said to the object under the covers, trying to sleep, "I just got back from the doctor's office."&lt;br /&gt;Object: "That's great."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I got an ultrasound."&lt;br /&gt;Object: "zzzz...."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Do you want to see it?"&lt;br /&gt;Object: no response&lt;br /&gt;Me: starting to pull his covers off and more aggressively bug him, "Maybe you'd find it interesting."&lt;br /&gt;Object: "Ok, sure, whatever. Let me see"&lt;br /&gt;With a big grin on my face, I showed him the picture of two little beans with the word, "Twins" printed across it.&lt;br /&gt;Object: Studies the picture, squints, looks again. Finally says, "I think I need to go back to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I didn't let him, I made him wake up enough to let me freak out a bit and talk with him about all the crazy stuff like - "Holy cow, we're going to need another crib!" and "Good thing we decided to get the minivan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it has been a very different pregnancy for me after all, just when I thought I knew what I was doing. It has been a lot of fun, although I've been really tired, and at 19 weeks, I'm already into my larger-sized maternity clothes! I've gone in and out of stages of giddiness and sheer panic, but mostly it's settled into a happy excitement as I get ready for not just one, but two little souls to join our family. We feel so blessed and lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I was right, our last ultrasound indicated that we'll most likely be having two more little boys! I couldn't be happier, I'm so glad I like being a mom of boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to find two more boy names....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28473065-1276496030819209400?l=erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1276496030819209400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28473065&amp;postID=1276496030819209400' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/1276496030819209400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/1276496030819209400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-and-babies.html' title='Spring and babies'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01974951087387535088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SQXiNmJ5kvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NXnmwJFhnI8/S220/IMG_6545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28473065.post-115751550705918552</id><published>2006-09-05T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:08:02.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season blues</title><content type='html'>So I figured I probably should blog again, for September is upon us it seems! I find myself grasping for the last straws of summer, not wanting to admit that it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, when I was in school, I loved fall and couldn't wait for back to school. I was, admittedly, a complete and total NERD and I LOVED school. I especially loved a fresh start at school where I wasn't behind on any of my assignments and was starting out the year with straight A's. I can feel those same feelings vicariously through Superman who just started preschool last week. I had to resist every urge in my body to take him school shopping, realizing that for 3-yr-old preschool, he needs absolutely &lt;em&gt;nothing &lt;/em&gt;and the cost of preschool is inhibiting needless spending. I still bought a pack of new pencils for myself though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year though, in spite of my excitement over a son in sort-of-school, I am &lt;em&gt;dreading&lt;/em&gt; the end of summer. Or, perhaps more correctly, I'm in flat-out denial of it. Maybe it's because I just moved from a place where summer weather lasts until October, so this September stuff is feeling like a jip. More likely, it's just my procrastinator personality. I realize that I never went to the free summer movie, I never made it to pick berries, and I scarcely used my mother's day present BBQ. And I never went to the water park, and my two for one coupon is going to expire, I hate that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm doing the only thing I can do - embrace denial! I bought a clearance "slip n' slide" and I'm having a fun-in-the-sun party tomorrow, yay! My kids don't know summer is over, why should I tell them! Maybe I'll make it to the waterpark afterwards too, if my kids aren't frozen icicles by then. Isn't that what wet suits are for? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28473065-115751550705918552?l=erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/feeds/115751550705918552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28473065&amp;postID=115751550705918552' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/115751550705918552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/115751550705918552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/season-blues.html' title='Season blues'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01974951087387535088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SQXiNmJ5kvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NXnmwJFhnI8/S220/IMG_6545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28473065.post-115345377172367219</id><published>2006-07-20T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T13:09:00.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soaring with the Sparrows</title><content type='html'>It's been SO long! I'm learning that keeping a blog is indeed much like keeping a journal. I stink at it. But its fun to do when I have a sec to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been traveling a bunch. Being closer to home means that we get to attend every reunion, wedding, birthday or other family event that comes up. Which I love, but it does mean less time at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you don't weed for three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4353/3017/320/weeds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a few fun things to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a bird nest! At first I thought the place the birds had chosen was a funky, new-age bird feeder left by the previous owners. (After all, birds were clearly attracted to it, always going in and out and such.) Then my husband kindly explained that the object of discussion was actually our gas-fireplace vent. (Oh! It looks just like a new-fangled bird feeder.) Good thing its summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we saw a lot of sticks appearing and the birds busy at work. Then one day we heard the little peeps - so cute!!! When mom would return you could see little beaks poking out with wide-open moths. But if you tried to go near, it was amazing how quickly everyone would hush-up and freeze. Soon the birds got big enough to see over the top, and then one day they were gone. I'm so glad ours don't leave the nest that quick! It was sure fun to watch though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="304" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4353/3017/320/IMG_3902.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As those little birds we're learning to fly, Superman was also practicing his flying. He told me that when he grows up, he's going to fly for REAL. He'll also fly his school bus to school apparantly (I think that one must have come from a show somewhere.) Whenever he sees a picture of Superman, he wants to know if its the REAL Superman. I'm never sure how to answer that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain America meanwhile is trying to jump. He works so hard to get both those little legs off the ground at the same time! If he succeeds, unfortunately, the landing seldomly goes as well and he usually ends up on face or back. But he never gives up and I sure admire his efforts! He discovered this afternoon that a more effective way to jump is to hold onto the rails of his crib, which allows him to lift both legs, put them down whenever and whereever he wants, and has the added benefit of giving a springy uplift! He was ECSTATIC about this discovery at nap time. Mom, less so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all friends and family who read this are doing well. Love ya all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28473065-115345377172367219?l=erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/feeds/115345377172367219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28473065&amp;postID=115345377172367219' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/115345377172367219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/115345377172367219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/2006/07/soaring-with-sparrows.html' title='Soaring with the Sparrows'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01974951087387535088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SQXiNmJ5kvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NXnmwJFhnI8/S220/IMG_6545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28473065.post-115003328556938430</id><published>2006-06-11T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T13:09:37.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Days</title><content type='html'>The city where I live is a &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; community. Yesterday the city hosted a "FUN DAY" including a breakfast, parade, carnival, Rodeo, etc. etc. Since we are new to the community, we didn't know just what to expect, but we excitedly woke up early Saturday morning, ready for a day of adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop - pancake breakfast! My husband dropped us off cause it was his day to sleep in, and not even pancakes were takin' him away from that. So I headed off with Superman and Captain America in the double-wide stroller and set out to find the grub! We must of hit the one lull the whole morning because there were no lines anywhere! We headed towards one end of the rows and rows of pancake turners, grabbed three plates, and somehow I managed to balance pancakes, sasages, hashbrowns and eggs for three while pushing a stroller through grass - now THAT is sheer motherhood talent! Suddenly a guy talking very smoothly into a microphone came up and said, "Let's talk to this little boy here!" (Like I said, for that particular instant, we were really the only selection). He held the microphone near Superman's face while I silently thought, "Oh dear, it'll be a miracle if he talks!" Much to my surprise, Superman did whisper his name and that we were eating pancakes. I even got to say a couple words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our great debut was on a live AM radio staion that few were likely listening to. But the fun came when a few minutes later my cell phone rang and it was my husband. An avid AM radio fan, he just happened to be listening to that station after he dropped us off, and heard his family's two seconds of fame! So the only one that would have cared, heard us! That was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was a blast! Extremely sticky syruppy kids, good music, my boys first carnival ride (singular- that's all we had energy for) and cotten candy. (That stuff is SO sugary! My first time looking at it from a parenting point of view! :)) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4353/3017/1600/carnival%20ride%20sm.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the day was the coolest, craziest parade ever. The first part is a typical parade where Superman mastered the art of waving and looking cute at just the right moment to maximize candy thrown. The end of the parade is a MASSIVE water-fight between floats and attendees. The final "floats" are the city firetrucks where the firefighters literally hose the entire audience down! The cutest scene ever was Captain America firing away with his 3-inch, red squirtgun taking on a fire fighter with a giant hose. It was so awesome, I have never had more fun getting wet in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I walked home from the parade pushing two sleeping kids, and felt very sureal, as we always do with these parent moments. But so happ&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4353/3017/1600/sleeping%20boys%20sm.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y with our little family and our fun day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28473065-115003328556938430?l=erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/feeds/115003328556938430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28473065&amp;postID=115003328556938430' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/115003328556938430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/115003328556938430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/fun-days.html' title='Fun Days'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01974951087387535088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SQXiNmJ5kvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NXnmwJFhnI8/S220/IMG_6545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28473065.post-114896318562301544</id><published>2006-05-29T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T21:43:49.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Mania</title><content type='html'>I had such a fun Memorial Day. I think today is the first Memorial Day of my life that I didn't attend a family BBQ. Ya think I'd be sad, and don't get me wrong, I love a good BBQ like anyone loves a Good BBQ, ( actually, I scored a invite to a great friend BBQ earlier in the day, so all bases covered), but really, it was SO fun to not to anything this evening except play with my husband and boys. I never get to do that! We did house projects, and let the house get totally trashed, then went to a nice Pizza place for dinner and then played in the ailses at Home Depot, and it was SO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute husband said the other day, "Do you realize we only have 15 more summers with Superman before he's off to college?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hit me like a ton-a-bricks. That's not long! Specially considering how many years its been since highschool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that there are a lot of things I want to do with my family when they are young, from camping, to climbing trees to racing down isles in shopping carts (err, in a very safe and orderly manner of course!). But honestly, nowhere on my list is having a spotless house or trying to get everyone in the family to wear decent clothes that aren't stained (my most recent obsessions). So I guess I'm going to stop fighting for those goals quite so hard. I tell you this now so that if anyone comes to visit and Captain America is wearing Superman's clothes and they don't match, and Superman's hair badlly needs to be cut and my jeans have holes and the house is a STY and you think "How can anyone ever POSSIBLY live like this?" just know that I am incredibly happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm spending a memorial day mourning the future loss of child going to college who hasn't yet entered preschool. But alas, I am loving these years and I sure hope they last a LOOOOOOOOONG time!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm at it, I just must add, I love my husband, and I'm glad he never has to go back to college, yahoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28473065-114896318562301544?l=erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/feeds/114896318562301544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28473065&amp;postID=114896318562301544' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/114896318562301544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/114896318562301544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/2006/05/memorial-mania_29.html' title='Memorial Mania'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01974951087387535088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SQXiNmJ5kvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NXnmwJFhnI8/S220/IMG_6545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28473065.post-114861629070385983</id><published>2006-05-25T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:25:06.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The more you try to FIT IN</title><content type='html'>What I'm trying to fit in to is a pair of jeans. Somehow in the last few weeks, my body has changed shape on me such that all pants this size seem to hug me a bit too tight. Further complicating the matter is the fact that in outgrowing this size of pants, I am entering the one size-zone that I've somehow managed to skip in all my pregnancy sizing ups and downs, and so I really can't wear anything in my current wardrobe. I'm left with two options - take two little boys clothes shopping, OR just lose the weight. The second seems by far the easier choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, I've joined an aerobics class! It's very fun, but the point of all of this is tell about a different type of fitting in. The story goes like so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This class rocks because you can take your little ones with you and let them roam and play while you sweat. My kids like to work out along with me, its fun to see them try to lift legs, walk backwards, etc. Provides entertainment while you work out too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two sons. Superman is 3 yrs. old. Captain America is 1 1/2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Superman decided he was going to play with the big boys (4 years old) roaming the aerobics class. The boys were all playing with swords and lightsavers, neither of which I've wanted to buy for Superman just yet. So, Superman found his toy hammer and ran up to the boys and tried to hammer-sword-fight with them like a true toughy. Unfortunately, the boys recognized that his weapon was a hammer, not a sword, and let him know in no uncertain terms that he wasn't welcome to play with them. (I guess they didn't realize that he can fly and has super-human strength.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this, my motherly instinct cried out to RUN over there and let those boys know that a hammer was a perfectly fine sword, and that they better play with my boy or else! Of course I couldn't do that. Superman needs to learn to be tough sometime and better now than 7th grade gym class. And if I did interfere, the boys would probably still remember it come seventh grade gym! So I refrained, and somehow it worked out. Superman played by his self for a while, and towards the end, the cute and sociable Captian America managed to get the big boys to play with them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this afternoon, we went on a bike ride with a friend to the park. The friend, Batman, is a very good bike rider. Superman has just learned this week to ride his trike, but he was very proud of his accomplishment. As soon as we saw Batman, Superman ran up to him and said, "My bike is really fast!!". Batman said, "No my bike is fast!" As we headed to the park, it became clear that Batman was the faster one. He easily could have made it around the block to the park in about 2 minutes, instead of the 30 minutes that it took Superman to carefully pedal his way. Nevertheless, Superman cheerfully insisted that his bike was "really fast" and reminded Batman to "Watch out, because there is FIRE coming out of my bike!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched Superman slowly pedaling along, I had to smile. Even though I obsess a bit about fitting in sometimes, he doesn't yet feel the need. He knows he's fast and he knows he's super. I'm so proud of him, and I hope he stays that way and mabye someday Mom will figure it out too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28473065-114861629070385983?l=erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/feeds/114861629070385983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28473065&amp;postID=114861629070385983' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/114861629070385983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/114861629070385983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-you-try-to-fit-in.html' title='The more you try to FIT IN'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01974951087387535088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SQXiNmJ5kvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NXnmwJFhnI8/S220/IMG_6545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28473065.post-114861353824152853</id><published>2006-05-25T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T20:18:58.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>I just checked my blog.  I think its been about a week, yes, I stink at this stuff, but hopefully I'll get better.  I had COMMENTS!!  So exciting!!  Except that than I feel even more bad that I haven't even turned my computer on for a whole week (is that OK to admit in a blog?) let alone responded to the niceness of those kind souls who commented on my first little blogs.  But THANK YOU very much to those who read and even gave me comments!  That was so nice!!  Like a big, warm, homemade cookie welcom to the blogging world.  Thank you!  So now I just have to figure out how to &lt;em&gt;respond.  &lt;/em&gt;It can't be that hard, even for a luddite like myself (as my computer-scientist Dad used to call me - he'd be so proud that I'm figuring out how to use a computer!  Sort of...)  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28473065-114861353824152853?l=erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/feeds/114861353824152853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28473065&amp;postID=114861353824152853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/114861353824152853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/114861353824152853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01974951087387535088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SQXiNmJ5kvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NXnmwJFhnI8/S220/IMG_6545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28473065.post-114827248645334870</id><published>2006-05-21T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:34:46.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepover</title><content type='html'>One thing that I think is MISSING in most of my other-mommy relationships is the classic sleepover!  Something that is difficult to achieve these days.  But recently this very thing WAS achieved among many of my friends as I was able to have some dear friends and traveling mommies stay at my house for the night.  There's something about talking at two in the morning when you are too tired to think of anything witty and too out-of-t to use better judgement in what you say that can be so bonding! &lt;br /&gt;I think that perhaps one of the reasons my husband and I get along so great is becasue we actaully get to have sleepovers almost every night!  My kids must understand this fact too - what other reason could there be for their nearly constant fight against sleep and little - "Mommy, can't you sleep with ME tonight"s? &lt;br /&gt;I had SO much fun, thank you my friends for coming!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28473065-114827248645334870?l=erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/feeds/114827248645334870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28473065&amp;postID=114827248645334870' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/114827248645334870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/114827248645334870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/2006/05/sleepover.html' title='sleepover'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01974951087387535088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SQXiNmJ5kvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NXnmwJFhnI8/S220/IMG_6545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28473065.post-114819597586675833</id><published>2006-05-21T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:19:35.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a blog?</title><content type='html'>K, this is my REAL first blog (thanks for setting it up for me!).  I'm joining my buds in their online realm, we'll see how it goes!  Will weird people read about my life?  Or normal people realize that I'm kinda weird?  Sheesh!  Well, I'm excited becasue I get to come up with cool code names for my kids, YES!  Maybe for my husband too, this will be fun.  I kinda want to be Wonder Woman...  SO I will join the Brave, the Steady, the Royal, and others in the bloggin' world.  Ikimashoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28473065-114819597586675833?l=erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/feeds/114819597586675833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28473065&amp;postID=114819597586675833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/114819597586675833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/114819597586675833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-is-blog.html' title='What is a blog?'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01974951087387535088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SQXiNmJ5kvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NXnmwJFhnI8/S220/IMG_6545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28473065.post-114819455670941812</id><published>2006-05-20T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T23:55:56.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Everyone</title><content type='html'>This is my first post. Hello stinky world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28473065-114819455670941812?l=erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/feeds/114819455670941812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28473065&amp;postID=114819455670941812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/114819455670941812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28473065/posts/default/114819455670941812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsthirdlaw.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-everyone.html' title='Hey Everyone'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01974951087387535088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k9LdOCTwgiE/SQXiNmJ5kvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NXnmwJFhnI8/S220/IMG_6545.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
