<?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-614505289759027621</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:06:41.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And then we were 3</title><subtitle type='html'>A little something about me and mine.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-8571459926972342387</id><published>2009-07-23T16:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:56:31.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>85 Days</title><content type='html'>And so the countdown begins.  I am having a very hard time wrapping my head around, well many, many things, but right now mostly the fact that I have 3 MORE MONTHS to go.  I just think that (and I am not kidding)  somewhere along the way someone made a mistake and I am going to be going into labor any day now.  Any day now may be an exaggeration but I feel it should be considerably earlier than October 14th.  &lt;br /&gt;  We are well on our way to being ready for little Chloe's arrival.  Aubrey has now graduated to her big girl bed (cutest thing EVER!), is showing interest in the potty again and the baby clothes are sorted and ready to wear.  All we can do now is wait.....and wait...and.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-8571459926972342387?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/8571459926972342387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/07/85-days.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/8571459926972342387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/8571459926972342387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/07/85-days.html' title='85 Days'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-8216203333947384737</id><published>2009-06-02T13:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:38:26.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a...</title><content type='html'>GIRL!!!!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  and I think her name is going to be... Chloe Roulx!  I say I think but I am pretty much 99% sure.  Aubrey loves it, she keeps walking around saying  Chloe Roulx Chloe Roulx, it's real cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-8216203333947384737?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/8216203333947384737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/06/its.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/8216203333947384737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/8216203333947384737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/06/its.html' title='It&apos;s a...'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-5700396265475345618</id><published>2009-05-20T16:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:12:31.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SO</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I have started almost every post with the word so.  SO, I am sorry I'll try to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-5700396265475345618?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/5700396265475345618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/05/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/5700396265475345618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/5700396265475345618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/05/so.html' title='SO'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-7282566547404045267</id><published>2009-05-20T15:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:29:22.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinsley</title><content type='html'>So this is the last name post I write until I officially know the gender of the new baby, after that all bets are off.  &lt;br /&gt;  I just want to recap a conversation from last night between my darling husband and myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME    "Mark I know what I want to name the baby should it be a girl and I have really been thinking about and it is definitely the name that I want so I really don't want you to say no.  Even if you don't think you like it how about just mulling it over a bit to see if it grows on you, ok?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARLING HUSBAND  "Ok, what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME  pause for dramatic effect  " TINSLEY  "  tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARLING HUSBAND  "Hands down the worst name I have ever heard in my life.  EVER.  Gertrude would be a better name than that.  I hate it.  NO WAY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME  "Thanks for all the mulling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean really?  Nine long months, one intense surgery, months of having the child attached to my breast and I can't even get the name I want?  Really?  You already get the last name DARLING HUSBAND!  All I can say is we'll see who fills out the birth certificate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  If you share in Mark's hatred of the name please refrain from commenting here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-7282566547404045267?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/7282566547404045267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/05/tinsley.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/7282566547404045267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/7282566547404045267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/05/tinsley.html' title='Tinsley'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-3864193908602249720</id><published>2009-05-05T13:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:39:43.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hadley</title><content type='html'>I know this one is a throw back from my pregnancy with Aubrey but I am really feeling it this time.  I am clearly not really into the name meanings, as I JUST looked up Aubrey and it means elfin king.  Hadley, though means field of Heather and I kind of like that.  What do you think?  By the way I also looked up Cash and in case you were wondering it means... wait for it... money and or profit.  Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-3864193908602249720?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/3864193908602249720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/05/hadley.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/3864193908602249720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/3864193908602249720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/05/hadley.html' title='Hadley'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-4613512854196831035</id><published>2009-05-04T15:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:16:25.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BeeBee Fairy</title><content type='html'>So last night was the night.  With much build up over the past month Aubrey was READY to send her beebees (pacifiers) off to the fairy in the clouds.  Thanks to a terribly creative mother and about 25 balloons we are now living beebee free.  I am not saying it has been perfect, but, Aubrey has yet to even ask for a beebee and is sleeping soundly for the 2nd time now sans beebee.  YAY!!!  Aubrey woke this morning to a surprise from the good fairy herself, she was awarded one singing Ming Ming and a hand held bubble blower and we are not looking back!                             &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/Sf9LtGiVY2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/6Uo8Rinhk8A/s1600-h/DSCF2160(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/Sf9LtGiVY2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/6Uo8Rinhk8A/s320/DSCF2160(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332063722050773858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/Sf9LsxBFwGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZUr_jHaZHRY/s1600-h/DSCF2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/Sf9LsxBFwGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZUr_jHaZHRY/s320/DSCF2157.JPG" border="0" palt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332063716274192482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/Sf9Lsgpw0-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/TkqlxJUmi8A/s1600-h/DSCF2156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/Sf9Lsgpw0-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/TkqlxJUmi8A/s320/DSCF2156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332063711881384930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-4613512854196831035?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/4613512854196831035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/05/beebee-fairy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/4613512854196831035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/4613512854196831035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/05/beebee-fairy.html' title='BeeBee Fairy'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/Sf9LtGiVY2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/6Uo8Rinhk8A/s72-c/DSCF2160(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-8159652699022546649</id><published>2009-04-14T10:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:37:14.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Undicesiveness</title><content type='html'>So, I know that I've said I will not waver on my boy name, Cash, but I may be starting to do just that.  I am starting to feel drawn to the name Asher.  Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-8159652699022546649?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/8159652699022546649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/04/undicesiveness_14.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/8159652699022546649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/8159652699022546649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/04/undicesiveness_14.html' title='Undicesiveness'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-5678174262697070571</id><published>2009-04-06T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:48:00.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OLIVIA</title><content type='html'>Liv, Livvy, Oli.... Your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-5678174262697070571?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/5678174262697070571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/04/olivia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/5678174262697070571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/5678174262697070571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/04/olivia.html' title='OLIVIA'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-8999879792718603211</id><published>2009-03-20T11:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:43:08.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To tired to blog....</title><content type='html'>So, for the absence, I am sorry.  However, I am not saying it is over...  As most of you know "And then we were 3" will soon be "And then we were 4".  This unborn beauty is proving to be a bit more troublesome than our precious Aubrey, and making me SICK and TIRED.  Not like "I'm sick and tired of this"  more just sick and tired.  Hopefully with my first trimester nearing its end I will be feeling better soon.  Baby will be making its first appearance on October 14th.  We will find out what we are having in July and I'm taking suggestions for girl names....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-8999879792718603211?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/8999879792718603211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-tired-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/8999879792718603211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/8999879792718603211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-tired-to-blog.html' title='To tired to blog....'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-3595144353202060773</id><published>2009-01-03T12:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:20:37.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Patti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SV-sLpOKpgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/G3SsO8noUmw/s1600-h/new+years+eve+08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SV-sLpOKpgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/G3SsO8noUmw/s320/new+years+eve+08+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287133803600061954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Santa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-3595144353202060773?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/3595144353202060773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-patti.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/3595144353202060773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/3595144353202060773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-patti.html' title='For Patti'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SV-sLpOKpgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/G3SsO8noUmw/s72-c/new+years+eve+08+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-5693807509627833221</id><published>2009-01-03T12:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:17:39.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TuTu cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SV-rmKe0tfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4sF4VjBGH38/s1600-h/new+years+eve+08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SV-rmKe0tfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4sF4VjBGH38/s320/new+years+eve+08+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287133159693268466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SV-rlVqYjgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MHJFcp9hgJ4/s1600-h/new+years+eve+08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SV-rlVqYjgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MHJFcp9hgJ4/s320/new+years+eve+08+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287133145514675714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about a tutu the I just can't resist? Maybe my inner ballerina shining through?  Fortunately for me and probably unfortunately for her, I have a little girl too young to tell me no and I can project my desires of tutu wearing onto her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-5693807509627833221?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/5693807509627833221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/01/tutu-cute.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/5693807509627833221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/5693807509627833221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/01/tutu-cute.html' title='TuTu cute!'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SV-rmKe0tfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4sF4VjBGH38/s72-c/new+years+eve+08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-9107785007467480363</id><published>2009-01-03T12:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:09:57.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SV-o6ozC2lI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MggCKWjIlqg/s1600-h/new+years+eve+08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SV-o6ozC2lI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MggCKWjIlqg/s320/new+years+eve+08+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287130212893645394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When my idea of a rockin New Years Eve became hanging with 5 children under the age of 3 I'm not sure, but it happened and for that I am glad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-9107785007467480363?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/9107785007467480363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/9107785007467480363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/9107785007467480363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SV-o6ozC2lI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MggCKWjIlqg/s72-c/new+years+eve+08+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-8630323347928670069</id><published>2008-12-28T15:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:33:57.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE tent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SVfu4pQTeNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/v70vWZ8OfpU/s1600-h/Cristmas+08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SVfu4pQTeNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/v70vWZ8OfpU/s320/Cristmas+08+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284955344656890066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SVfu4FpT25I/AAAAAAAAAFY/k3AA9M5Ck_Q/s1600-h/Cristmas+08+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SVfu4FpT25I/AAAAAAAAAFY/k3AA9M5Ck_Q/s320/Cristmas+08+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284955335098096530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you about the tent I made for Aubrey?  I have only been talking about it for months now.  And I must admit it was a success.  I have been sewing, stapling and draping for days and was certain that after all of my hard work Aubrey would not be into the tent at all and it would eventually become a very elaborate dog bed.  Well I was wrong, she is totally into it!  YAY!!  I have to admit that I am totally into it too and am now thinking of making one for myself..... hmmm I may be on to something here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-8630323347928670069?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/8630323347928670069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/12/tent.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/8630323347928670069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/8630323347928670069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/12/tent.html' title='THE tent'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SVfu4pQTeNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/v70vWZ8OfpU/s72-c/Cristmas+08+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-9171860059346056241</id><published>2008-12-28T15:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:14:53.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas the night before Christmas..,.</title><content type='html'>And all through the house were PRESENTS!  EVERYWHERE!  SERIOUSLY!  It was all so pretty and I didn't want to go to sleep knowing that in the early morning it would all end up looking like this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SVfsJm4i5WI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-lc9nKIyYGQ/s1600-h/Cristmas+08+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SVfsJm4i5WI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-lc9nKIyYGQ/s320/Cristmas+08+061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284952337543259490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SVfsJLjXluI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yO9NxS0rLYg/s1600-h/Cristmas+08+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SVfsJLjXluI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yO9NxS0rLYg/s320/Cristmas+08+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284952330206680802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-9171860059346056241?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/9171860059346056241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/12/twas-night-before-christmas_7790.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/9171860059346056241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/9171860059346056241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/12/twas-night-before-christmas_7790.html' title='Twas the night before Christmas..,.'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SVfsJm4i5WI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-lc9nKIyYGQ/s72-c/Cristmas+08+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-8843712762045151192</id><published>2008-12-18T17:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:51:09.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ar Tiiist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SUrh5N3EcNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/o5MCJLpA6WM/s1600-h/randoms+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SUrh5N3EcNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/o5MCJLpA6WM/s320/randoms+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281281886134759634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with my new paintings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-8843712762045151192?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/8843712762045151192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/12/ar-tiiist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/8843712762045151192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/8843712762045151192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/12/ar-tiiist.html' title='Ar Tiiist'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SUrh5N3EcNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/o5MCJLpA6WM/s72-c/randoms+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-5880092669224004410</id><published>2008-12-04T23:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:51:40.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/STjBKxUpomI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9Vs_kOh43u4/s1600-h/DSCF2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/STjBKxUpomI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9Vs_kOh43u4/s320/DSCF2173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276179354247340642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So, my second annual Black Friday shop a thon with Shelly was officially a SUCCESS!  I got up at a painstaking 3:15 am and braved the wilds at Khol's, from there we hit what seemed to be a never ending parade of stores.  The mall, Target, Shoe carnival, Michael's  and so on, you name it, I conquered it.  I am proud to say that I finished all of my shopping in ONE count it ONE day!!!  HOORAY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-5880092669224004410?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/5880092669224004410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/5880092669224004410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/5880092669224004410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/STjBKxUpomI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9Vs_kOh43u4/s72-c/DSCF2173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-760167804624897204</id><published>2008-12-04T23:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:44:02.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in the Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/STi-y932FNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/86r0nG27Lq8/s1600-h/DSCF2152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/STi-y932FNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/86r0nG27Lq8/s320/DSCF2152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276176746276066514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/STi-yiwTeuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OHHIK1qqqVk/s1600-h/DSCF2159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/STi-yiwTeuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OHHIK1qqqVk/s320/DSCF2159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276176738996681442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love a warm fall day?  Last week Aubrey and Jonah enjoyed what appears to be our last nice day of the year.  I especially love the one where she is cracking up.  Seeing your baby have such belly laughing fun is, I swear, THE best thing ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-760167804624897204?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/760167804624897204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-in-fall.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/760167804624897204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/760167804624897204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-in-fall.html' title='Love in the Fall'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/STi-y932FNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/86r0nG27Lq8/s72-c/DSCF2152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-8843929972936767347</id><published>2008-11-20T13:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:58:34.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhh</title><content type='html'>Isn't this the sweetest thing ever?  Aubrey and Grandpa sharing a nap.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SSXBQG7b61I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Tz_zBiOoDrY/s1600-h/DSCF2095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SSXBQG7b61I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Tz_zBiOoDrY/s320/DSCF2095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270831421389007698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-8843929972936767347?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/8843929972936767347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/11/shhhh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/8843929972936767347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/8843929972936767347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/11/shhhh.html' title='Shhhh'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SSXBQG7b61I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Tz_zBiOoDrY/s72-c/DSCF2095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-33604277739242030</id><published>2008-11-20T13:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:52:48.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SSW_rQh6hGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IgnWbgArOmI/s1600-h/DSCF2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SSW_rQh6hGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IgnWbgArOmI/s320/DSCF2008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270829688799528034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SSW_q4g3MtI/AAAAAAAAADs/qIM-NqBLoZk/s1600-h/DSCF2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SSW_q4g3MtI/AAAAAAAAADs/qIM-NqBLoZk/s320/DSCF2036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270829682352665298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my love for New Kids on the Block is really just a phase.  A 20 year phase but still.  I'll probably move on to the Jonas Brothers soon.  While, I was expecting to have a good time at the concert I was NOT expecting them to sound so good.  Really, they sounded good. I think I was thinking it would be more of a funny thing but they were great and I even got a little teary when Joey brought down the house with his solo.  So to all you die hard NKOTB fans out there I say Hang Tough my friends Hang Tough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-33604277739242030?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/33604277739242030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-phase.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/33604277739242030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/33604277739242030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-phase.html' title='Just a Phase'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SSW_rQh6hGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IgnWbgArOmI/s72-c/DSCF2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-1669767401211464438</id><published>2008-11-04T09:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:18:02.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day!</title><content type='html'>As most of you know I am not an extremely political person but I got such a rush today loading Aubrey up and walking the few blocks to our polling place.  Now, whether it was the brisk morning air or knowing that I was doing my part to make this country a better place I'm not sure but I sure felt alive!  And proud to be an American!  SO GO OUT AND VOTE PEOPLE!  It makes you feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-1669767401211464438?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/1669767401211464438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/1669767401211464438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/1669767401211464438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day!'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-8112252283584893050</id><published>2008-11-03T20:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:08:14.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stir Fried Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>I know it sound weird but trust me it was delish and the perfect festive dish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  4 cups peeled cubed pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;  1/2 grated carrot &lt;br /&gt;  3 tablespoons olive oil&lt;br /&gt;  1/2 cup chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;  3 or 4 cloves fresh minced garlic&lt;br /&gt;  4 tablespoons soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;  black sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;  fresh ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Heat oil over med high heat and add onion and garlic.  When the onion starts to brown add pumpkin, carrots, soy sauce and pepper.  Continue to stir adding water if it gets too sizzly, about 10 min.  Sprinkle sesame seeds before serving.  And enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-8112252283584893050?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/8112252283584893050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/11/stir-fried-pumpkin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/8112252283584893050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/8112252283584893050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/11/stir-fried-pumpkin.html' title='Stir Fried Pumpkin'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-1535592243910542341</id><published>2008-11-03T12:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:12:35.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge of the...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQ8-_aRQQkI/AAAAAAAAADk/chcRMgRr5r8/s1600-h/656682-R1-032-14A_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQ8-_aRQQkI/AAAAAAAAADk/chcRMgRr5r8/s320/656682-R1-032-14A_014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264495748523770434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-1535592243910542341?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/1535592243910542341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/11/revenge-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/1535592243910542341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/1535592243910542341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/11/revenge-of.html' title='Revenge of the...'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQ8-_aRQQkI/AAAAAAAAADk/chcRMgRr5r8/s72-c/656682-R1-032-14A_014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-5604223427822716140</id><published>2008-11-03T12:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:10:06.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQ8-cTyA-lI/AAAAAAAAADc/Azd87MU2mkg/s1600-h/656682-R1-008-2A_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQ8-cTyA-lI/AAAAAAAAADc/Azd87MU2mkg/s320/656682-R1-008-2A_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264495145486711378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQ8-blRIwWI/AAAAAAAAADU/0g63iehfiI0/s1600-h/656682-R1-014-5A_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQ8-blRIwWI/AAAAAAAAADU/0g63iehfiI0/s320/656682-R1-014-5A_005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264495133000778082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, after the weeks and weeks and weeks of perfecting Aubrey's cow call I don't think we heard a single moooo until the very last house.  But it was one heck of a mooo.   The kids were so cute, we had 1 pink poodle, 1 farmer, 1 fairy and of course my little cow.  By the end of the night and after grandpa got an ear full of moos over the phone Aubrey was literally trying to climb up the side of her crib to get to bed (still mooing).  I'd say Halloween this year was a success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-5604223427822716140?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/5604223427822716140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/11/trick-or-treat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/5604223427822716140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/5604223427822716140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQ8-cTyA-lI/AAAAAAAAADc/Azd87MU2mkg/s72-c/656682-R1-008-2A_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-3557930327544420708</id><published>2008-11-03T11:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:00:41.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQ879OROSaI/AAAAAAAAADM/pfDLKmwNngE/s1600-h/656682-R1-042-19A_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQ879OROSaI/AAAAAAAAADM/pfDLKmwNngE/s320/656682-R1-042-19A_019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264492412407794082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQ878SzfDpI/AAAAAAAAADE/7146i_EU_p0/s1600-h/656682-R1-050-23A_023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQ878SzfDpI/AAAAAAAAADE/7146i_EU_p0/s320/656682-R1-050-23A_023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264492396445372050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Twas the night before Halloween and all through the house all the creatures were stirring, even the mouse:)   Who knew just how hard it is to carve an A into a pumpkin?  I'll be the first to tell ya, it ain't easy!  After a few hours (and a few pumpkins) we finally came up with something that at least resembles an A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-3557930327544420708?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/3557930327544420708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloweve.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/3557930327544420708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/3557930327544420708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloweve.html' title='Halloweve'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQ879OROSaI/AAAAAAAAADM/pfDLKmwNngE/s72-c/656682-R1-042-19A_019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-3050780256458404793</id><published>2008-10-29T13:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:50:52.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Picking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQiwImxdo-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/3m2vF0uEoAA/s1600-h/P1000807_0082_334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQiwImxdo-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/3m2vF0uEoAA/s320/P1000807_0082_334.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262649826475877346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQiv2QOMg-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/D74KBhVjxz4/s1600-h/P1000724_0165_249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQiv2QOMg-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/D74KBhVjxz4/s320/P1000724_0165_249.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262649511184729058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQiv2Dvqs1I/AAAAAAAAACs/M0JKTpbMDoE/s1600-h/P1000716_0173_173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQiv2Dvqs1I/AAAAAAAAACs/M0JKTpbMDoE/s320/P1000716_0173_173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262649507835458386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQiv1xYzMCI/AAAAAAAAACk/UsPFOGmgbZ4/s1600-h/P1000699_0190_190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQiv1xYzMCI/AAAAAAAAACk/UsPFOGmgbZ4/s320/P1000699_0190_190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262649502907707426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Never underestimate the joy in farming, more specifically, apple farming.  I really think this was one of the most fun things I have done with Aubrey so far.  We took the kids to the Eckert's in Milstat about a month ago.  We all had such a good time and the kids were too cute in their overalls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-3050780256458404793?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/3050780256458404793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/10/apple-picking.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/3050780256458404793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/3050780256458404793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/10/apple-picking.html' title='Apple Picking'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQiwImxdo-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/3m2vF0uEoAA/s72-c/P1000807_0082_334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-1113890205224300043</id><published>2008-10-28T14:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:35:20.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Bragging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQdpceGb_hI/AAAAAAAAACc/HoypMVZfeVs/s1600-h/389644-R1-050-23A_026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQdpceGb_hI/AAAAAAAAACc/HoypMVZfeVs/s320/389644-R1-050-23A_026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262290627443031570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Isn't she the best?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-1113890205224300043?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/1113890205224300043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/10/shameless-bragging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/1113890205224300043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/1113890205224300043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/10/shameless-bragging.html' title='Shameless Bragging'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQdpceGb_hI/AAAAAAAAACc/HoypMVZfeVs/s72-c/389644-R1-050-23A_026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-4912608519654534776</id><published>2008-10-28T14:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:18:36.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2 Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQdletuSWQI/AAAAAAAAACU/H11rFCI-p_w/s1600-h/IMG_1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQdletuSWQI/AAAAAAAAACU/H11rFCI-p_w/s320/IMG_1252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262286267949930754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm sure most of you know who Jonah is but for those of you who don't he is the son my good friend, Hannah and bff of Aubrey.  They are only 8 days apart in age so it was only natural for them to share in a little half birthday fun.  We celebrated with Lucy another bff and her mom Jessica, and Eliot and his mom Heather and of course, Nana.  Jilly's was the scene of the crime and I doubt that will be welcomed there anytime soon.  The kids had a blast, the cupcakes were delish, and the world was a happy place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-4912608519654534776?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/4912608519654534776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/10/12-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/4912608519654534776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/4912608519654534776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/10/12-birthday-party.html' title='1/2 Birthday Party'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SQdletuSWQI/AAAAAAAAACU/H11rFCI-p_w/s72-c/IMG_1252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614505289759027621.post-4013162905840568635</id><published>2008-10-28T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:00:15.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful world of blogging</title><content type='html'>Congratulations and welcome to my first ever blog post!!  I just thought this would be the easiest way to keep everyone up to date on the family.  Aubrey is growing so fast and changing every day and I'm sure this will be better than making everyone scroll through my endless Shutterfly pictures :)  Well wish me lots of blog luck.... maybe I'll be the next Perez Hilton....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/614505289759027621-4013162905840568635?l=andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/feeds/4013162905840568635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/10/wonderful-world-of-blogging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/4013162905840568635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/614505289759027621/posts/default/4013162905840568635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andthenwewere3-trish.blogspot.com/2008/10/wonderful-world-of-blogging.html' title='Wonderful world of blogging'/><author><name>trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396453103348602163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDEeZkVjUgo/SgCK9VVJWGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lCgkpJRLwwQ/S220/DSCF2176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
