<?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-8805667</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:21:49.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of the Year (MOTY)</title><subtitle type='html'>Mother of the Year is the cyber baby book. I don't make or take the time to keep one of these hardback cutesy Hallmark things, so I take a few minutes each week to update "MOTY". I am learning how to be a full-time Mom, a full-time marketer and a full-time wife all while still being true to me. Oh, it will be a fun ride!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>407</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-7175863384168820994</id><published>2008-08-25T23:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:08:22.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Departure</title><content type='html'>I've officially moved. I am not sure if I will import this blog or always link to it. I'm holding out for the day I can export the entire blog... with photos. My new blog can be found at www.motheroftheyearagain.com Unfortunately someone owns motheroftheyear and MOTY... I thought that after four years, yes FOUR years, I was entitled to add "again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please continue to read and send me your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMOOCHES!&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-7175863384168820994?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7175863384168820994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=7175863384168820994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7175863384168820994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7175863384168820994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/bittersweet-departure.html' title='Bittersweet Departure'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-5591765200761662669</id><published>2008-08-03T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:22:46.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Away for the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SJnBsVTRGWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DPS0u6ue4bg/s1600-h/SoccerCamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SJnBsVTRGWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DPS0u6ue4bg/s320/SoccerCamp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231425409543903586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year we took my niece for a week so that she could go to camp with Reilly. This year, my sister, always trying to "one-up" me (okay not really, she just has much more patience for other peoples children) offered to take Kate AND Reilly so that they could go to a soccer camp with Brenna and Connor. So... she's having an eventful week with the kids and the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-5591765200761662669?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/5591765200761662669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=5591765200761662669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/5591765200761662669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/5591765200761662669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/08/away-for-week.html' title='Away for the Week'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SJnBsVTRGWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DPS0u6ue4bg/s72-c/SoccerCamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3951727002012747575</id><published>2008-07-28T23:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:12:07.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Driveway Mario Kart</title><content type='html'>We made our own version of the video game Mario Kart. Take your own mode of transportation and race down the driveway and back. Kate gets a 9 second headstart and if you get hit with a ball or a frisbee you must dismount and do push-ups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL I WOULD INCLUDE THE PHOTO BUT IT SEEMS THAT GOOGLE/BLOGGER IS NO LONGER ACCEPTING .NEF FILES. (NIKON)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3951727002012747575?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3951727002012747575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3951727002012747575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3951727002012747575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3951727002012747575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/07/driveway-mario-kart.html' title='Driveway Mario Kart'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3225786305012070510</id><published>2008-07-28T18:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:10:40.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1...2...3...SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SI5Dqt7vViI/AAAAAAAAAPI/GmbbwT-lc1s/s1600-h/smileshea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SI5Dqt7vViI/AAAAAAAAAPI/GmbbwT-lc1s/s320/smileshea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228190618587452962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I would smile either Shea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3225786305012070510?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3225786305012070510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3225786305012070510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3225786305012070510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3225786305012070510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/07/123smile.html' title='1...2...3...SMILE'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SI5Dqt7vViI/AAAAAAAAAPI/GmbbwT-lc1s/s72-c/smileshea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-8882742741266712316</id><published>2008-07-18T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:38:01.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not What You Think...</title><content type='html'>Okay... maybe it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-8882742741266712316?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/8882742741266712316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=8882742741266712316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/8882742741266712316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/8882742741266712316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-not-what-you-think.html' title='It&apos;s Not What You Think...'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-6080273953606019889</id><published>2008-07-18T00:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:27:21.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime</title><content type='html'>Reilly wants to know what &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; do when he goes to bed. I told him it's the most fun we have all day... okay, not really but I showed him these photographs. I'm pretty sure he's confused b/c he wanted to know where the tank was and why Daddy was wearing a swim mask on the moon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SIAbARKxe6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/kt_8UH27nYg/s1600-h/Photo+371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SIAbARKxe6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/kt_8UH27nYg/s320/Photo+371.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224205259172314018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SIAa3XplV_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/QonAPwM0Icc/s1600-h/Photo+372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SIAa3XplV_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/QonAPwM0Icc/s320/Photo+372.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224205106293331954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-6080273953606019889?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6080273953606019889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=6080273953606019889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6080273953606019889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6080273953606019889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/07/bedtime.html' title='Bedtime'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SIAbARKxe6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/kt_8UH27nYg/s72-c/Photo+371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-9101387725566373549</id><published>2008-07-13T23:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:15:34.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Baby?</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh.... no.... but this morning I put a shirt on to go running Reilly very innocently said, "it looks like there is another baby in there." Thanks Reilly... I need you to read the book about how to win friends and influence people! Okay, maybe we'll save that until you know how to read. &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-9101387725566373549?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/9101387725566373549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=9101387725566373549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/9101387725566373549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/9101387725566373549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-baby.html' title='Another Baby?'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-1051491063007302594</id><published>2008-07-10T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:19:59.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Times are Tough</title><content type='html'>A day that I had been dreading for quite some time. I wondered if today would be the day I would lose my job in the planned workforce reduction at work. I knew if I was fortunate to miss the cycle of layoffs I was bound to lose working with some dear friends. Today was not my day to leave Sun, but it was one of my best friends day among other very dear friends that I have spent the last decade with. Being laid off is one of those things I would not wish on my worst enemy. It's terrible in so many ways and on so many levels including being the ones left behind. Peculiar how that is, but it is. It is inevitable my day will come given how things are going but I really like my job and my coworkers, so I'm thankful that today was not "my day."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-1051491063007302594?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/1051491063007302594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=1051491063007302594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1051491063007302594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1051491063007302594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/07/times-are-tough.html' title='Times are Tough'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-6255442428424022</id><published>2008-07-03T14:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T14:42:13.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Camp</title><content type='html'>Mom, how old do I have to be to play with matches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the things you learn at Summer Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-6255442428424022?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6255442428424022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=6255442428424022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6255442428424022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6255442428424022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-camp.html' title='Summer Camp'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-4272519014851665949</id><published>2008-07-01T15:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:21:31.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yosemite Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SGqCKRolnQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vNllFN2CiLI/s1600-h/Photo+376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SGqCKRolnQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vNllFN2CiLI/s320/Photo+376.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218126231306083586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shad doesn't know better.... it's against the rules to wash your hair in the falls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-4272519014851665949?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4272519014851665949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=4272519014851665949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4272519014851665949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4272519014851665949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/07/yosemite-falls.html' title='Yosemite Falls'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SGqCKRolnQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vNllFN2CiLI/s72-c/Photo+376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-543217516337851518</id><published>2008-06-30T14:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:51:23.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SGp8pvUXoSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/osHzUVwPDKQ/s1600-h/DSC_0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SGp8pvUXoSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/osHzUVwPDKQ/s320/DSC_0461.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218120174780522786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right off the plant this morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-543217516337851518?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/543217516337851518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=543217516337851518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/543217516337851518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/543217516337851518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-fruit.html' title='First Fruit'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SGp8pvUXoSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/osHzUVwPDKQ/s72-c/DSC_0461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3130983828888598607</id><published>2008-06-24T22:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:41:10.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon Baby Light My Fire</title><content type='html'>Reilly has a small backpacking tent set up in the bedroom because he wanted his own space but didn't want his own room. It's actually been pretty good, thankfully it's small enough to fit in their room. He and Kate each have their own flashlight and she accumulates books over the course of the week and he accessorizes the tent. He has a "kit" for any kind of emergency or situation he thinks might come up. He has his cape, his spy kit, his dog and it's needs, if he could have snacks upstairs - he would. Anyway, so they both have led flashlights and Kate didn't feel hers was bright enough so she yelled down to Shad "Dad, the fire went out inside my light and I need you to fix it". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she realized it's just batteries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3130983828888598607?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3130983828888598607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3130983828888598607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3130983828888598607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3130983828888598607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/06/cmon-baby-light-my-fire.html' title='C&apos;mon Baby Light My Fire'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3374291431968979884</id><published>2008-06-18T09:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:45:18.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh When the Saints</title><content type='html'>Mom, when you march really hard on a stool it will really break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More good talks with Kate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3374291431968979884?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3374291431968979884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3374291431968979884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3374291431968979884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3374291431968979884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-when-saints.html' title='Oh When the Saints'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-5465064456361815237</id><published>2008-06-17T14:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:27:35.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Talk</title><content type='html'>"Mom, is potty talk bad?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we don't like to talk that way in this house, it's unneccessary."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh okay, well is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shake your Booty&lt;/span&gt; potty talk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good talks with Kate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-5465064456361815237?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/5465064456361815237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=5465064456361815237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/5465064456361815237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/5465064456361815237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/06/potty-talk.html' title='Potty Talk'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-1241014938864964955</id><published>2008-06-13T14:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:16:16.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for Chasse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFK9_K701xI/AAAAAAAAANw/LiCI12QYi-8/s1600-h/Ballet+Class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFK9_K701xI/AAAAAAAAANw/LiCI12QYi-8/s320/Ballet+Class.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211436611785774866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate's recital is right around the corner - I am working on my bun and bobby-pin skills! Oh my... who thought I would ever be doing this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-1241014938864964955?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/1241014938864964955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=1241014938864964955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1241014938864964955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1241014938864964955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/06/hooray-for-passe.html' title='Hooray for Chasse'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFK9_K701xI/AAAAAAAAANw/LiCI12QYi-8/s72-c/Ballet+Class.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-1370127726044898938</id><published>2008-06-11T23:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:19:12.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6-9 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCerxvVVtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rw2d7MLXhkA/s1600-h/Photo+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCerxvVVtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rw2d7MLXhkA/s400/Photo+277.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210839243791095506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what size pants Shea is wearing now. I forgot to tell Kate it's not what size &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; is wearing - she is convinced these pants are hers when in fact they are her sisters! On Shea they would be down to her ankles. But hey, spandex knickers are in...I'm sure... somewhere in the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-1370127726044898938?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/1370127726044898938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=1370127726044898938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1370127726044898938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1370127726044898938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/06/6-9-months.html' title='6-9 months'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCerxvVVtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rw2d7MLXhkA/s72-c/Photo+277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-4274969318796910731</id><published>2008-06-10T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:57:00.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunderstorms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFF_ZCb8K9I/AAAAAAAAANg/wddkEtv2iyg/s1600-h/DSC_0641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFF_ZCb8K9I/AAAAAAAAANg/wddkEtv2iyg/s200/DSC_0641.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211086311971892178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are cool for me because it's another reason to play "I want to be a photographer". It looked cooler than the photo shows but, hey, it's proof we had a thunderstorm. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-4274969318796910731?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4274969318796910731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=4274969318796910731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4274969318796910731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4274969318796910731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/06/thunderstorms.html' title='Thunderstorms'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFF_ZCb8K9I/AAAAAAAAANg/wddkEtv2iyg/s72-c/DSC_0641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-4330263793313080407</id><published>2008-06-10T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:46:34.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Segway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCpTL_2qMI/AAAAAAAAANY/_6GB_JXse98/s1600-h/Kate+Segway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCpTL_2qMI/AAAAAAAAANY/_6GB_JXse98/s200/Kate+Segway.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210850915970885826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCpAuvYlHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/wJ1g2Bzg_H4/s1600-h/DSC02678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCpAuvYlHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/wJ1g2Bzg_H4/s200/DSC02678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210850598879532146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had a good time testing these out at Dougie and Bailey's house. It is not necessary to wear a bathingsuit when using one, it's completely optional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it's camouflaged, so if for some reason you can't see anything but Kate or Reilly and a set of wheels, that's why!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-4330263793313080407?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4330263793313080407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=4330263793313080407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4330263793313080407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4330263793313080407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/06/nice-segway.html' title='Nice Segway!'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCpTL_2qMI/AAAAAAAAANY/_6GB_JXse98/s72-c/Kate+Segway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-687039904592932360</id><published>2008-06-09T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:54:25.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Rolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCdll3sw0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/6cPjUTGzQX8/s1600-h/DSC_0727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCdll3sw0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/6cPjUTGzQX8/s400/DSC_0727.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210838038014116674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the kids wanted to help bathe Shea I thought I would have them really help. So I gave them some soap and told them there was a piece of candy in Shea's neck and if they scrubbed hard enough, they might find it. Okay, not really... but they didn't want to play with her since she was in the sink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-687039904592932360?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/687039904592932360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=687039904592932360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/687039904592932360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/687039904592932360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/06/baby-rolls.html' title='Baby Rolls'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCdll3sw0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/6cPjUTGzQX8/s72-c/DSC_0727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3953595940215785599</id><published>2008-06-08T21:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:28:29.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball...</title><content type='html'>Reilly went to a baseball birthday party today with Shad. He told me he left after the 6th "ending".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3953595940215785599?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3953595940215785599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3953595940215785599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3953595940215785599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3953595940215785599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/06/baseball.html' title='Baseball...'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-5374557379830516566</id><published>2008-06-05T10:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T11:06:49.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of My Faves</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know me well, you know that I like my camera. I'm always snapping away and always trying to get my lighting just right or the expression that I was looking for. Well, I took a photo the other day in Kittery that I was pretty psyched about - here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SEgAxFrP8nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MoCHfarI6qU/s1600-h/DSC_0659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SEgAxFrP8nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MoCHfarI6qU/s400/DSC_0659.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208413812391146098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-5374557379830516566?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/5374557379830516566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=5374557379830516566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/5374557379830516566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/5374557379830516566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-of-my.html' title='One of My Faves'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SEgAxFrP8nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MoCHfarI6qU/s72-c/DSC_0659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-2849595944161523122</id><published>2008-06-03T22:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:51:56.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the LOVE triangle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SEYDFVrP8lI/AAAAAAAAALs/vGLGQlDwfcg/s1600-h/Photo+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SEYDFVrP8lI/AAAAAAAAALs/vGLGQlDwfcg/s320/Photo+272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207853409353331282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Shad and I had date night tonight. We went for a bike ride - quick b/c I was feeling lazy and then went to dinner. I got two drinks at dinner for the first time in years! So technically, it's amazing I am typing right now BUT this is what I'm looking at... what's up with that???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-2849595944161523122?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/2849595944161523122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=2849595944161523122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/2849595944161523122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/2849595944161523122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-triangle.html' title='the LOVE triangle!'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SEYDFVrP8lI/AAAAAAAAALs/vGLGQlDwfcg/s72-c/Photo+272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-433644030844759675</id><published>2008-06-01T21:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:43:25.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids in Kittery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SENQIFrP8jI/AAAAAAAAALc/stm-BtYhFFE/s1600-h/DSC_0740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SENQIFrP8jI/AAAAAAAAALc/stm-BtYhFFE/s320/DSC_0740.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207093694063178290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Kittery to find a couple geocaches and do something new. We ended up running around and playing in the ocean. Reilly is a bit stumped on the Atlantic and Pacific thing - but we're working on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-433644030844759675?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/433644030844759675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=433644030844759675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/433644030844759675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/433644030844759675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/06/kids-in-kittery.html' title='Kids in Kittery'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SENQIFrP8jI/AAAAAAAAALc/stm-BtYhFFE/s72-c/DSC_0740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-7733211106416848987</id><published>2008-05-31T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:26:26.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ba ba ba boaaaaa.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SENZOFrP8kI/AAAAAAAAALk/RPzvH-7QFew/s1600-h/DSC_0778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SENZOFrP8kI/AAAAAAAAALk/RPzvH-7QFew/s320/DSC_0778.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207103692747043394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reilly decided that it would be okay to have a boa wrap around his arm at his buddy Dougie's birthday party. Shortly after the photo the trainer peeled the big guy off. Reilly thought it was getting a little tight and he had enough. I was sooooo proud of him for checking it out. He was a bit timid at first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-7733211106416848987?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7733211106416848987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=7733211106416848987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7733211106416848987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7733211106416848987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/05/ba-ba-ba-boaaaaa.html' title='Ba ba ba boaaaaa.....'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SENZOFrP8kI/AAAAAAAAALk/RPzvH-7QFew/s72-c/DSC_0778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-7651615478841735348</id><published>2008-05-27T22:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:41:28.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery</title><content type='html'>Kate came in my room this morning with a finger over each nipple. She said to me in a very excited voice, "Mom, feel these!" I wasn't sure what to say, so I said Wow, look what you found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-7651615478841735348?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7651615478841735348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=7651615478841735348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7651615478841735348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7651615478841735348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/05/discovery.html' title='Discovery'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-2438327371656446054</id><published>2008-05-25T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:38:27.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Achoo</title><content type='html'>Mom, Reilly just blessed on me and now my arm is all wet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-2438327371656446054?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/2438327371656446054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=2438327371656446054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/2438327371656446054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/2438327371656446054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/05/achoo.html' title='Achoo'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-1835026990512386684</id><published>2008-05-22T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:39:50.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shellfish</title><content type='html'>Nicole bought some lobster yesterday while shopping with the kids. I asked Reilly if he tried it and he said emphatically "NO". When I asked why he replied, "because I wouldn't want you to get sick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is that? He knows that I'm allergic to shellfish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-1835026990512386684?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/1835026990512386684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=1835026990512386684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1835026990512386684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1835026990512386684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/05/shellfish.html' title='Shellfish'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3561808450431644391</id><published>2008-05-19T11:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:28:41.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mom, my teeth are broken and I didn't even eat rocks!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3561808450431644391?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3561808450431644391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3561808450431644391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3561808450431644391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3561808450431644391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/05/broken-teeth.html' title='Broken Teeth'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-1558984279185248535</id><published>2008-05-13T02:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:19:14.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When your Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SCkytePu3_I/AAAAAAAAALU/c2d8bGnVUHA/s1600-h/GiantsGame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SCkytePu3_I/AAAAAAAAALU/c2d8bGnVUHA/s320/GiantsGame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199743001570500594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is your hero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever wonder how it starts? What the catalyst is for someone to find their hero and see everything they do as the "best in the world". Well, Reilly is five and he thinks Shad is all that and a pot of coffee. It's the cutest thing. Tonight, Reilly and Shad went to a Giants game with Grandpa and it solidified his position even more. They sat on the first base line and Shad snagged a foul ball. Reilly thought that was the coolest thing and is sleeping with the ball right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-1558984279185248535?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/1558984279185248535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=1558984279185248535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1558984279185248535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1558984279185248535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-your-dad.html' title='When your Dad'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SCkytePu3_I/AAAAAAAAALU/c2d8bGnVUHA/s72-c/GiantsGame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-1959914274809148392</id><published>2008-05-10T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:07:56.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Geronimo</title><content type='html'>Reilly learns how to do a cannonball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SCksIePu3-I/AAAAAAAAALM/s4QznoHxpHk/s1600-h/DSC_0859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SCksIePu3-I/AAAAAAAAALM/s4QznoHxpHk/s320/DSC_0859.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199735768845574114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-1959914274809148392?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/1959914274809148392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=1959914274809148392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1959914274809148392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1959914274809148392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/05/geronimo.html' title='Geronimo'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SCksIePu3-I/AAAAAAAAALM/s4QznoHxpHk/s72-c/DSC_0859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-783967810126526728</id><published>2008-05-09T01:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:05:44.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Noro-who?</title><content type='html'>That would be Noro as in virus! Way too many of us caught that at JavaOne last week. What a nasty nasty violent virus, I wouldn't wish that upon too many people - okay I don't think I would wish it upon any one! Check &lt;a href="http://www.nbc11.com/news/16215839/detail.html?rss=bay&amp;psp=news"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-783967810126526728?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/783967810126526728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=783967810126526728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/783967810126526728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/783967810126526728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/05/noro-who.html' title='Noro-who?'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-8151345027188925430</id><published>2008-05-02T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T18:29:08.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Flying out to CA</title><content type='html'>I won't fly out because I'm not a bird. &lt;br /&gt;-Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-8151345027188925430?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/8151345027188925430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=8151345027188925430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/8151345027188925430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/8151345027188925430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-flying-out-to-ca.html' title='On Flying out to CA'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-6671233183228024800</id><published>2008-04-29T08:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:21:12.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pavlov... nice theory</title><content type='html'>So... it's not a salivating dog, but it's quite similar nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago we worked on potty training Kate with a box of stickers and a piece of posterboard representing the days of the week. Eventually this tool set turned into a box of stickers a timer set for 45 minutes and a fruit snack gummy. Over the course of a couple weeks we found that a 45 minute timer and a successful trip to the bathroom was rewarded with not only a sticker of her choice (sometimes one of those free address labels that came in the mail with Shads or my name on it) but an individual fruit snack gummy as well. About two weeks later we were able to just remind Kate that it was time to go and once in a while she would negotiate a sticker or gummy. She would act quite proud of herself and who were we to question this pride. Afterall, if we could get her potty trained, at least during the day - that would leave just one child in diapers during the day. Thankfully now we are at just one child in diapers - cloth diapers this time around - during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we were reminded of our potty training process when Shad put a drink in the freezer and set the timer as a reminder. We were having lunch at the kitchen table when the timer went off. I noticed right away when it began to beep that we had Kate's undivided attention - I responded with "Kate, it's time to go to the bathroom" just as we had months prior. She popped up out of her seat and ran to the bathroom. She returned to the table a few minutes later. I was amazed and laughed about how automatic the whole experience had become. About five minutes later the timer went off again and I turned to Shad silently wondering why it went off again - but verbally saying to Kate "time to go to the bathroom". Again, Kate sprung from her chair and headed to the bathroom - I was in hysterics - Shad, defended the need for just five more minutes in the fridge and Kate let us know she didn't have to go again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can use that timer a couple times a year just for a refresher and bust it out on her first date or something. Hmmmmm.... this could be fun. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-6671233183228024800?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6671233183228024800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=6671233183228024800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6671233183228024800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6671233183228024800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/04/pavlov-nice-theory.html' title='Pavlov... nice theory'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-7012153364937023388</id><published>2008-04-28T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:33:10.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll a Rolo</title><content type='html'>to your pal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shea rolled for the first time today - woo hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-7012153364937023388?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7012153364937023388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=7012153364937023388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7012153364937023388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7012153364937023388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/04/roll-rolo.html' title='Roll a Rolo'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-7548074006191961889</id><published>2008-04-22T14:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:04:21.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is nothing better</title><content type='html'>than hearing your child give a true belly laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-7548074006191961889?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7548074006191961889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=7548074006191961889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7548074006191961889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7548074006191961889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-is-nothing-better.html' title='There is nothing better'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-1261669794271300279</id><published>2008-04-22T11:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:34:25.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions</title><content type='html'>Reilly and I talked about him having his own room on the way to school today. He and Kate currently share a room and Shea's crib is in there as well. (although she hasn't spent a night in there yet) I always thought, what fun to share a room - they would be lost without one another. To my surprise, Reilly said "Kate distracts me", "If I had my own room, I could fall asleep a lot easier". These remarks were followed up with "She can really annoy me at times and she talks a lot too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response to this: "Okay Reilly when you're going into first grade, it might make sense for you to have your own room." (currently what would be his room is my office, so I don't really want to find a new home for me yet)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-1261669794271300279?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/1261669794271300279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=1261669794271300279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1261669794271300279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1261669794271300279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/04/distractions.html' title='Distractions'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-4436320081090736310</id><published>2008-04-20T11:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T11:06:07.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Big</title><content type='html'>R: I'm trying to move you Mom so I can get into bed next to you but you are too big and way too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Mom's not too big she's perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: No, she's too big Kate, look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-4436320081090736310?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4436320081090736310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=4436320081090736310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4436320081090736310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4436320081090736310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/04/too-big.html' title='Too Big'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-31099161718110900</id><published>2008-04-19T23:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:18:29.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abra Cadabra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SArEDyJRlWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cMgS8Yz0MpA/s1600-h/0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SArEDyJRlWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cMgS8Yz0MpA/s320/0021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191177089777243490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see Illusionist Jason Purdy - Reilly was one of his participants. It was so cute. Who knows how he poured 6 different beverages from one milk carton. He left the milk carton with Reilly - it expired in May of 2006. Hmmmmmm..... bummer they never share their secrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-31099161718110900?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/31099161718110900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=31099161718110900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/31099161718110900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/31099161718110900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/04/abra-cadabra.html' title='Abra Cadabra'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SArEDyJRlWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cMgS8Yz0MpA/s72-c/0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3077383124148722421</id><published>2008-04-17T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:03:32.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Guffman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SA4QJ23hIxI/AAAAAAAAALE/87FsVb_DnD4/s1600-h/DSC_0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SA4QJ23hIxI/AAAAAAAAALE/87FsVb_DnD4/s320/DSC_0443.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192105181938000658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, not really Guffman - waiting for Reilly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3077383124148722421?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3077383124148722421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3077383124148722421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3077383124148722421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3077383124148722421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/04/waiting-for-guffman.html' title='Waiting for Guffman'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SA4QJ23hIxI/AAAAAAAAALE/87FsVb_DnD4/s72-c/DSC_0443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-9197624072325318073</id><published>2008-04-15T10:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:45:42.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherlock are you there?</title><content type='html'>Potty Training has been going pretty well for the last month. Today had an interesting "twist":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My underpants are all wet.&lt;br /&gt;-Did you pee in them?&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;-How did they get wet?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not the first mystery that is going to be part of growing up in our household.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-9197624072325318073?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/9197624072325318073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=9197624072325318073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/9197624072325318073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/9197624072325318073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/04/sherlock-are-you-there.html' title='Sherlock are you there?'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-2531223718989283060</id><published>2008-04-14T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:50:09.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Sherlock?</title><content type='html'>Kate had a princess party for her birthday. She dressed as Cinderella and we bought her a Cinderella necklace to go with her outfit. She loves this necklace, then again, so does Reilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was getting an outfit for Reilly because we were running late. I picked out his Spiderman boxers from his underwear draw and underneath them I found the Cinderella necklace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused? What was Cinderella doing with Spidey in and underwear draw. Do I dare ask Reilly to explain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-2531223718989283060?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/2531223718989283060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=2531223718989283060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/2531223718989283060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/2531223718989283060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-is-sherlock.html' title='Who is Sherlock?'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3368162918477275462</id><published>2008-04-13T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T23:09:04.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Long Legs</title><content type='html'>Is a girl Daddy Longleg Spider called a Mommy Longleg Spider?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3368162918477275462?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3368162918477275462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3368162918477275462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3368162918477275462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3368162918477275462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/04/whos-long-legs.html' title='Who&apos;s Long Legs'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-5154815165790203825</id><published>2008-04-07T23:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:00:45.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whooooaaaaaaaa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R_rt5NzsSxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/b72K8eWbMKY/s1600-h/DSC_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R_rt5NzsSxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/b72K8eWbMKY/s320/DSC_0201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186719488085347090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-5154815165790203825?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/5154815165790203825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=5154815165790203825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/5154815165790203825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/5154815165790203825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/04/whooooaaaaaaaa.html' title='Whooooaaaaaaaa....'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R_rt5NzsSxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/b72K8eWbMKY/s72-c/DSC_0201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3398397071202341558</id><published>2008-04-07T09:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:40:57.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If Kaya steps on the dog I need a new dog.&lt;/span&gt;  -Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3398397071202341558?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3398397071202341558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3398397071202341558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3398397071202341558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3398397071202341558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-dog.html' title='New Dog'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-4345732373225093979</id><published>2008-04-02T11:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:08:09.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THREE</title><content type='html'>So Kate turns three today. I started singing Happy Birthday to her when she was waking up, her response was "No, I don't want to be three yet, how about tomorrow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theory is that she knows that since she's three it's time to "send" her pacifiers to that little baby in California who needs them now. It worked for Reilly, hopefully it works for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-4345732373225093979?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4345732373225093979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=4345732373225093979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4345732373225093979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4345732373225093979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/04/three.html' title='THREE'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3082689474423617730</id><published>2008-03-31T00:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:26:09.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the boss in your house?</title><content type='html'>We have a rule in the minivan (yes for those of you who don't know... the MINIVAN) if the ride is longer than an hour we can use the dvd player. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(okay, and sometimes when I'm tired of listening...I turn it on for some peace and quiet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, can we watch Cars"&lt;br /&gt;"Let's ask Mommy when she gets here"&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, is Mommy the boss of the van?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm... Mommy's the BOSS of everything"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh..."&lt;br /&gt;Well, that would be more fun if it were true. Worth a chuckle nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3082689474423617730?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3082689474423617730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3082689474423617730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3082689474423617730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3082689474423617730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/03/whos-boss-in-your-house.html' title='Who&apos;s the boss in your house?'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-5270262575170412443</id><published>2008-03-30T01:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T01:07:47.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Fashion Police</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SAWJmGVIjbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Y5TbwFSzZmw/s1600-h/DSC_0457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SAWJmGVIjbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Y5TbwFSzZmw/s320/DSC_0457.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189705433241652658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in this photo desperately needs your help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-5270262575170412443?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/5270262575170412443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=5270262575170412443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/5270262575170412443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/5270262575170412443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-fashion-police.html' title='Hello Fashion Police'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SAWJmGVIjbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Y5TbwFSzZmw/s72-c/DSC_0457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-6507446691281255226</id><published>2008-03-26T14:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:05:42.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R-qWN9zsSwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YmxnHDgkz6U/s1600-h/DSC_0398_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R-qWN9zsSwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YmxnHDgkz6U/s320/DSC_0398_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182119487917017858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate opted to give her Easter outfit her own personality hence opting out of the traditional patten leather shoes and Easter hat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-6507446691281255226?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6507446691281255226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=6507446691281255226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6507446691281255226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6507446691281255226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R-qWN9zsSwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YmxnHDgkz6U/s72-c/DSC_0398_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-1120916463758178019</id><published>2008-03-13T12:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:52:04.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How long do we have birthdays?</title><content type='html'>Reilly, Kate and I were having a discussion about birthdays this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:  Mom, are you all done having birthdays?&lt;br /&gt;M:  No, birthdays happen every year.&lt;br /&gt;K:  All the time?&lt;br /&gt;M:  Yes, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;R:  So.... when you don't have birthdays anymore you will be dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunh... I guess that's true - in a morbid way - yet that's how a child can understand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-1120916463758178019?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/1120916463758178019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=1120916463758178019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1120916463758178019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1120916463758178019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-long-do-we-have-birthdays.html' title='How long do we have birthdays?'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-7667734698015358448</id><published>2008-03-12T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:49:32.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...can't hear you....</title><content type='html'>Last night Kate and I went on a trip to Target... just the two of us. On the way home we had this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I'm going to take my shoes off.&lt;br /&gt;Kate, we're almost home, why don't you leave them on.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm going to take them off.&lt;br /&gt;Kate, please leave them on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking them off.&lt;br /&gt;Kate, listen to my words.&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening but I can't hear you talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I lost that one - it's a bit like "You had me at hello". How do I respond to that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-7667734698015358448?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7667734698015358448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=7667734698015358448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7667734698015358448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7667734698015358448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/03/cant-hear-you.html' title='...can&apos;t hear you....'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-150417986420415699</id><published>2008-03-09T23:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:53:14.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumbo Virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R9SwBjjDgWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_UmAr2-EBpQ/s1600-h/DSC_0243_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R9SwBjjDgWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_UmAr2-EBpQ/s320/DSC_0243_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175955412524171618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone look at Shea sitting up in a Bumbo chair for the very first time. Isn't it neat, hey Kate check it out... ummmm, excuse me, who is the guy in the background and what is he doing in our house?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-150417986420415699?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/150417986420415699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=150417986420415699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/150417986420415699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/150417986420415699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/03/bumbo-virgin.html' title='Bumbo Virgin'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R9SwBjjDgWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_UmAr2-EBpQ/s72-c/DSC_0243_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-658189570579920694</id><published>2008-03-01T23:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:42:39.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn to Skate Kate</title><content type='html'>Kate was a tagalong today at Reilly's learn to skate class. Since it is the end of vacation week and we're in the middle of a snowstorm we thought it might be quieter than normal at class today. It was and Kate had the opportunity to follow in her brothers footsteps... sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-82fe0226bb8d98d2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82fe0226bb8d98d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331595984%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A921C6AA366142FC1445AE1EC7656CEDA69E88B.4022A06FAD591579E7132877C2E9575D0C1B94B6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82fe0226bb8d98d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLcPZRj9oBCWH-f4oPrclHtUS2h8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82fe0226bb8d98d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331595984%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A921C6AA366142FC1445AE1EC7656CEDA69E88B.4022A06FAD591579E7132877C2E9575D0C1B94B6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82fe0226bb8d98d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLcPZRj9oBCWH-f4oPrclHtUS2h8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-658189570579920694?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=82fe0226bb8d98d2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/658189570579920694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=658189570579920694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/658189570579920694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/658189570579920694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/03/learn-to-skate-kate.html' title='Learn to Skate Kate'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-7507093603968925215</id><published>2008-02-29T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:57:18.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a Tard?</title><content type='html'>Kate repeatedly asked me this morning where her tard was? I was perplexed, confused and not wanting to assume what a Tard was. After much prodding and prying she committed that it was for her ballet class. Ahhhhhh.... a leoTARD, she doesn't realize there is a leo in her tard. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-7507093603968925215?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7507093603968925215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=7507093603968925215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7507093603968925215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7507093603968925215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-tard.html' title='What&apos;s a Tard?'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-2158864285334123748</id><published>2008-02-27T11:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T13:58:54.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew?</title><content type='html'>Who knew that you could love three kids in such different ways. I'm learning more and more about my kids every day and I adore them more and more every day. Kate makes me laugh all the time. She is stubborn and independent but incredibly unique and optimistic. Last week as we sat in my bedroom at Grampa's she blurted out, "I really like the pictures in here, especially that one" as she pointed to a pencil drawing of eskimos doing a circle dance. She is always so proud of herself for her accomplishments whether it's taking a nap, finishing a glass of milk, pulling on her pants or going poop in the potty. In her way, she's inspirational and her attitude is  contagious to those around her. I admire her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reilly, now he's the most sensitive and caring old soul I have ever met. He has concern for everyone and everything and is always looking forward for what is next. People say it's because he's the first child, I believe his traits are more than that. He's compassionate and has an amazing sense of humor. He wants to spend all his time creating things, making things or acting out some character he has seen in a book, on tv or someone he wants to be. He is curious to learn - but mostly through other people. He wants us to read to him, to spell words so he can write them, he wants to play UNO or TRASH all the time and wants to make the rules flex to suit his current hand. He's an amazing boy now, he's no longer just my little guy - he's my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Shea... I'm learning more about her with each passing day. Right now, we exchange smiles and I love to listen to her coo and try to laugh. As I sang to her in Church last week, she sat in her car seat and smiled... the woman behind me said, "I just watched you sing to your baby... and the way she looked at you was.... indescribable". That was so awesome...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-2158864285334123748?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/2158864285334123748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=2158864285334123748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/2158864285334123748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/2158864285334123748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-knew.html' title='Who Knew?'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-1729708658418702461</id><published>2008-02-26T11:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:23:18.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reilly knows Fashion</title><content type='html'>This morning Reilly and Kate asked for some cereal. Reilly asked for Krispies and Kate wasn't sure, so we went thru the list: &lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter Puffins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorilla Munch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krispies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey Comb? (purchased at about month 5 of pregnancy on a whim and most likely VERY stale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull the box out of the pantry and reach my hand in to find a rolled up bag with not even enough cereal for a bowl full. As I am pulling it out Reilly says "that's real fashion cereal". Confused, I said, "it's what?" Real Fashion cereal Mom... although he could not explain what he meant - he implied that it was the kind other people had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a pretty cute expression "Real Fashion" as opposed to??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-1729708658418702461?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/1729708658418702461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=1729708658418702461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1729708658418702461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1729708658418702461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/02/reilly-knows-fashion.html' title='Reilly knows Fashion'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-6658313715104887001</id><published>2008-02-24T21:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:01:09.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication without Words</title><content type='html'>We are trying to keep Shea up to help her adjust back to the East Coast time vs West Coast - I have enlisted Shad's help on this. I really, selfishly, want to go back to sleeping through the night as we had been prior to the trip. No she's sleeping the same amount of simultaneous hours, they just don't overlap my sleeping hours - so we're trying to refine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our efforts Shad opted for tummy time - we wondered how long it would last. Oh, I'd say about one minute although we tried for two. Shea let Shad know that this was unacceptable to her. She screamed at him and he tried to talk to her - she had nothing to do with that. He gave her a pacifier, she talked to him from behind the silicon with an angry tone. He tried the swing and turned it up, she got wide eyed and continued her grunts and groans.... better him than me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-6658313715104887001?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6658313715104887001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=6658313715104887001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6658313715104887001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6658313715104887001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/02/communication-without-words.html' title='Communication without Words'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3259941418928586806</id><published>2008-02-24T21:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:52:13.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Dumb</title><content type='html'>or so my children seem to think. Most everything that Reilly discusses with me I am wrong, he actually knows the answer - his version of the right answer. I'm finding that Kate is adopting this style as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we were driving home from skiing and there is a house that we pass which recently burned. Reilly asked "where is the burned house?" I said "it's not on this road, it's on the next road, Old Wilton Road". He replied, "No, it's on this road, it's coming up", I repeated my earlier reply. He said "no.... it's coming up Mom, you'll see". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was wrong, it was right where I had said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the latest example, I think I'll add more as they happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3259941418928586806?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3259941418928586806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3259941418928586806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3259941418928586806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3259941418928586806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-dumb.html' title='I am Dumb'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3418740320294618191</id><published>2008-02-22T21:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T22:02:47.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Always Said</title><content type='html'>"Don't play ball in the house"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we weren't throwing a ball we were throwing Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R7-LZQS9ccI/AAAAAAAAAJc/y-UYf6i9mrM/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R7-LZQS9ccI/AAAAAAAAAJc/y-UYf6i9mrM/s200/DSC_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170004163232100802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course Reilly wanted to play too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R7-MVAS9cdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sUVJCjZnz2c/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R7-MVAS9cdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sUVJCjZnz2c/s200/DSC_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170005189729284562" 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/8805667-3418740320294618191?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3418740320294618191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3418740320294618191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3418740320294618191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3418740320294618191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/02/mom-always-said.html' title='Mom Always Said'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R7-LZQS9ccI/AAAAAAAAAJc/y-UYf6i9mrM/s72-c/DSC_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-6814870234829596198</id><published>2008-02-16T16:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T17:11:48.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smells</title><content type='html'>While in the car after hours and hours of traveling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shad: Shea smells&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yah, she needs a bath.&lt;br /&gt;Reilly: What does she smell like?&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Like grapes or something? or maybe apples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, yah Kate... that's it. Grapes or Apples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-6814870234829596198?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6814870234829596198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=6814870234829596198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6814870234829596198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6814870234829596198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/02/smells.html' title='Smells'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3033872973574919538</id><published>2008-02-06T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:32:07.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Just..."</title><content type='html'>Kate's favorite words. No matter what you say to her, if it's something she doesn't like or didn't want to hear, her first response is... "I just...". For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate, please don't step on the dog.&lt;br /&gt;I just walking on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate, please give Reilly back his car.&lt;br /&gt;I just using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate, please stop touching Shea's head.&lt;br /&gt;I just feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate, can you please get up in your carseat?&lt;br /&gt;I just looking at Reilly's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate, can you please go potty.&lt;br /&gt;I just can in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's her world... we're all just living in it with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3033872973574919538?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3033872973574919538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3033872973574919538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3033872973574919538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3033872973574919538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-just.html' title='&quot;I Just...&quot;'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-4502607945495853818</id><published>2008-02-05T20:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:33:10.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperBowl Blues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R6kUJ-OgXXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/J7EW-ZXIwwg/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R6kUJ-OgXXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/J7EW-ZXIwwg/s200/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163680609312202098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection is in the eye of the beholder. There's always next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-4502607945495853818?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4502607945495853818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=4502607945495853818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4502607945495853818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4502607945495853818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/02/superbowl-blues.html' title='SuperBowl Blues...'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R6kUJ-OgXXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/J7EW-ZXIwwg/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-6032170497005458867</id><published>2008-02-02T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:50:52.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R6VH8uOgXWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/b4gfK4Jmo-g/s1600-h/DSC_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R6VH8uOgXWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/b4gfK4Jmo-g/s200/DSC_0170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162611656376737122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                is worth 1000 words...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-6032170497005458867?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6032170497005458867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=6032170497005458867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6032170497005458867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6032170497005458867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/02/picture.html' title='A Picture'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R6VH8uOgXWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/b4gfK4Jmo-g/s72-c/DSC_0170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-6233293636764050925</id><published>2008-02-01T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:54:25.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Incessant</title><content type='html'>According to MerriamWebster &lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; continuing or following without interruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word defines Kate... she talks incessantly. Those of you who know us knows that she takes after her Dad. I am so soft spoken and shy that I know it is his trait. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she talks and talks and talks whether you are paying any attention to her or not. If you are talking to someone else she just chooses a few words from yours to repeat and try to become part of the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another approach she has happened this morning, it went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: "Reilly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: "Reilly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: "Reilly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: "Reilly, answer me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: "Reilly Andrew, I'm talking to you, answer me"&lt;br /&gt;Reilly: "What Kate"&lt;br /&gt;Kate: "Ummmm, ahhhhh, I don't know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-6233293636764050925?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6233293636764050925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=6233293636764050925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6233293636764050925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6233293636764050925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/02/incessant.html' title='Incessant'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-4587858293434725307</id><published>2008-01-31T16:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:36:03.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skiing and Peeing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R6I9aOOgXVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xobEEP4sJIo/s1600-h/DSC_0067_ColorCor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R6I9aOOgXVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xobEEP4sJIo/s200/DSC_0067_ColorCor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161755643624840530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reilly had is ski lesson today. There are a couple little guys in his class - as everyone readied themselves for the upcoming hour, I helped Reilly get his skis on. We started moving toward the lift and he said:&lt;br /&gt;"I have to go the bathroom." Oh man... I was ready to ring his neck b/c we had already gone. I said "Are you serious" which is really a dumb question because with children it usually doesn't come out of their mouth unless it's true. So the next 7 minutes went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Okay, hurry, come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scamper scamper (tough in ski boots)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into the ladies room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, can you take off my mittens?&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm going to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I take down his ski pants and two pair of long underwear and the SpongeBob boxers, I line him up and expect him to just go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mom, I can't concentrate like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delay.... delay....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, with that short delay we were back out on the slopes in just a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-4587858293434725307?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4587858293434725307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=4587858293434725307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4587858293434725307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4587858293434725307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/01/skiing-and-peeing.html' title='Skiing and Peeing'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R6I9aOOgXVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xobEEP4sJIo/s72-c/DSC_0067_ColorCor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3337590907413543501</id><published>2008-01-24T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T15:09:07.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty from the Innocent</title><content type='html'>Sounds like a dirty word, doesn't it? It's actually the little ski place down the street where Reilly is in a preschool program. Today was his first day, I wasn't sure how he would do since he's only really skied with Shad and last year was when he broke his leg skiing at this mountain. However, his sister, Kate that is, positively reinforced him on the way over:&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Rye, you are going skiing&lt;br /&gt;Reilly: Yah&lt;br /&gt;Kate: You falled last time&lt;br /&gt;Reilly: Yah&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's okay people fall all the time when they are learning to ski.&lt;br /&gt;Reilly: Yah Kate Mom falls when she skis.&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Yah, but Rye, you fall A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silence and frost heaves... more silence and more frost heaves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He skied for an hour with other kids his age. It went well. They stayed on the magic carpet the whole time and Reilly was "assisted" by the instructor most of the time. But, whatever works, we don't want him to be intimidated by skiing since he got hurt doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward he had a BIG smile on his face, rosey cheeks and was thrilled. He was also so excited to be able to wear his ski jacket with his lift ticket on it to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Thankfully Nannie could help me today, I'm not sure how I would have done it with a stroller/infant, a toddler and Reilly that needed help with all his equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3337590907413543501?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3337590907413543501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3337590907413543501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3337590907413543501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3337590907413543501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/01/honesty-from-innocent.html' title='Honesty from the Innocent'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-2308547209885917581</id><published>2008-01-23T13:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:17:21.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands and Feet</title><content type='html'>As Kate and I lay in bed today with Shea - we discussed what the day held in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Today we're going to clean this room. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;said in a high pitch to make it sound fun and exciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Can I help?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Of course, that would be great!&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Shea has hands, but she can't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has feet but she can't walk.&lt;br /&gt;She can't walk down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Shea can't help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to appreciate such thoughtfulness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-2308547209885917581?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/2308547209885917581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=2308547209885917581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/2308547209885917581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/2308547209885917581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/01/hands-and-feet.html' title='Hands and Feet'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-1022907150603624169</id><published>2008-01-19T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:18:40.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How many toes does a fish have?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R5Kvc3vAPHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Hu4zKdlQvAk/s1600-h/Tacky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R5Kvc3vAPHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Hu4zKdlQvAk/s200/Tacky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157377433824935026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;says Tacky the penguin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reilly asked where which restaurant we were going to for dinner, I asked him to guess (since we only go to four different ones that the kids will eat at AND that are kid friendly). He began guessing then had this to say: "I know it's Sunshine on the Iceberg".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shad and I looked at one another, wondered what the heck he was talking about and he broke into a story about Tacky the penguin, apparently one of the books he is reading at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still in the dark, but he's got us curious now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-1022907150603624169?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/1022907150603624169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=1022907150603624169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1022907150603624169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1022907150603624169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-many-toes-does-fish-have.html' title='How many toes does a fish have?'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R5Kvc3vAPHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Hu4zKdlQvAk/s72-c/Tacky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-7117004295733609956</id><published>2008-01-18T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:06:08.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascinated</title><content type='html'>It's fun to watch Kate and Reilly since the birth of Shea. They were close before since they share a room but they seem to actually be friends now - playmates. Shad and I love to watch them talk, play, share, veg and more. Kate has a maternal way about her, even at two. She's constantly checking on Reilly, repeating what we say (as though he didn't hear), correcting him, and generally watching over him. He adores her and compliments her on things she does. They are also the first to tattle on one another - specifically at bed time. Some nights they spend two hours tattling on each other, playing, reading, giggling, playing flashlight tag and more things that get them into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that being said it's been so great to watch them grow closer to one another and growing in general. With Shea part of our family now, the two of them seem much older and appear to grow inches each day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-7117004295733609956?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7117004295733609956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=7117004295733609956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7117004295733609956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7117004295733609956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/01/fascinated.html' title='Fascinated'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-4187346965368377946</id><published>2008-01-16T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:47:26.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>17-0... and he knows it... thanks to his peers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R46lUXvAPGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/csqa3a3ytdE/s1600-h/Photo+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R46lUXvAPGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/csqa3a3ytdE/s320/Photo+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156240392772926562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He spends most of his free time at school making books, here is a photo of him and his latest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reilly just told Shad that he loves Tom Brady as much as he loves Shad. Shad replied with "is it the same kind of love?" (total set-up in my opinion) and Reilly replied with a "yes, the same kind of love".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-4187346965368377946?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4187346965368377946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=4187346965368377946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4187346965368377946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4187346965368377946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/01/whos-12.html' title='17-0... and he knows it... thanks to his peers'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R46lUXvAPGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/csqa3a3ytdE/s72-c/Photo+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3894222582964425204</id><published>2008-01-12T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T23:02:33.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Shea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R4mMUnvAPCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2JDS18KB-Zs/s1600-h/Shea_Running_011208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R4mMUnvAPCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2JDS18KB-Zs/s200/Shea_Running_011208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154805534393646114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well Happy First Month of life in the outside world. For her birthday, she went on her first run with Daddy. Here she is all bundled up and ready to go. Apparently she slept the entire time, when she got home, she got placed on the ottoman and did not move for another thirty minutes. I think she likes the fresh air, and like most other newborns motion is good too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3894222582964425204?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3894222582964425204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3894222582964425204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3894222582964425204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3894222582964425204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-shea.html' title='Happy Birthday Shea'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R4mMUnvAPCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2JDS18KB-Zs/s72-c/Shea_Running_011208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-2572793131448965099</id><published>2008-01-07T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T12:46:15.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Huffin and Puffin</title><content type='html'>I played soccer twice this week. I wanted to get out and do something that brought me back to what I thought of as "my old self" - just so I knew it was still there... somewhere. Shea and the kiddos hung with Dad for the two and a half hours while I was out. Shea was challenged with a bottle during these times, thankfully, she did okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played with my "chick" team on Monday and the coed team on Tuesday. I found that my head really knew what to do but my body could not keep up. Three weeks after her birth, it's about what I expected. What I didn't fully expect but got a chuckle out of - in hindsight of course - was the loss of bodily fluid during exercise. Not only was it feeding time, I was reminded of why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kegels&lt;/span&gt; are important and how pelvic floor muscles are more important than I gave them credit for. Oh... not even forty yet and dealing with the issues of my mother and grandmother. How sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, of my premature exercise, it felt soooo good to be running around again. It makes me so happy to run around not to mention being able to do it with friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-2572793131448965099?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/2572793131448965099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=2572793131448965099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/2572793131448965099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/2572793131448965099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/01/huffin-and-puffin.html' title='Huffin and Puffin'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-7580759582065834314</id><published>2007-12-20T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T23:36:50.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding a Baby</title><content type='html'>Reilly: Mom I know why your nibbles are fat.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Reilly: Because they have all the milk in them.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Ahhhh..... uh huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-7580759582065834314?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7580759582065834314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=7580759582065834314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7580759582065834314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7580759582065834314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/12/feeding-baby.html' title='Feeding a Baby'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-7468526826123123132</id><published>2007-12-12T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T23:34:59.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R4mUynvAPFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3wyN1eeDP2M/s1600-h/Photo+53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R4mUynvAPFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3wyN1eeDP2M/s200/Photo+53.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154814845882743890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been a result of my eviction, because our third child joined us less than 24 hours after the post. We have been blessed with another daughter, Shea, to our family. Oddly, labor began at 3:30am when I woke to a pain (contraction); my eyes popped open to find Kate standing inches from my face stroking my hair. I was confused and thought it was a dream - Kate rarely is up before the sun. I brought her back to bed and went back to sleep - curious if this was the onset of labor... finally. About 30 minutes later I woke again to a pain, I opened my eyes and as I stared at the door, Kate came walking in once again. She knew... she just knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all hung around the house as my labor progressed and I passed time upstairs while Dad and the kids hung out downstairs. I cleaned more than I had in months... I think Shad was wishing I went into labor more often. Somewhere around 8am I told Shad to "GET the kids to school". I called my MD who told me to come into the office at 11. I found that to be odd as I had not done that in the past, but I agreed. 11am finally came around and we went to the md office. I found some pleasure telling the woman checking me in when she questioned my appt time that I was "in labor". Shad and I walked up the three flights of stairs to my OB's office and waited for her to be free. She checked me and sent me to the hospital - I was 5cm. It was 11:30 by the time we were in our room and I was sitting on a ball in a hospital gown. Over the next 4 1/2 hours Shad and I breathed together, I screamed, and Baby Shea arrived. (of course this is the abbreviated version, email me if you want the full version) Her arrival was different than the arrival of the other two. Not better or worse, but different.&lt;br /&gt;She has a full head of dark hair, and weighed 7lbs 15ozs. Over a pound more than the last two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-7468526826123123132?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7468526826123123132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=7468526826123123132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7468526826123123132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7468526826123123132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome.html' title='Welcome...'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/R4mUynvAPFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3wyN1eeDP2M/s72-c/Photo+53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-2686595612986316701</id><published>2007-12-10T13:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T13:11:26.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eviction Notice</title><content type='html'>What I once referred to as the "home stretch" apparently was not at all. I'm sitting here like a butterball turkey still waiting for #3 to make his/her grand entrance into the world. I can think of a number of reasons this child has not made it's way through the tunnel, but I'm sure aside from the fact, it's just not time, there isn't a good reason. My theories, however, still are worth considering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Because of my lack of patience and tolerance the child on the inside hears a lot of whining and crying from the siblings on the outside and a lot of dog barking and whining.&lt;br /&gt;2. Again, because of my lack of patience and tolerance the child hears much yelling on the outside and wonders why he/she would want to be there to hear it on the "other side" at least from where he/she is sitting, it's muffled - perhaps like when you go underwater in the bathtub and someone starts talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Oreos won't taste the same through breast milk.&lt;br /&gt;4. It's been snowing and it's cold outside - it's warm on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;5. Christmas is just around the corner, why not wait.&lt;br /&gt;6. The other two kids got to make their mark in different ways on their way to the "outside" world, so this one figures that 10-12lbs would be a good way to make sure he/she is always remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, perhaps it's a little bit of all those things - then again it's likely none of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-2686595612986316701?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/2686595612986316701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=2686595612986316701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/2686595612986316701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/2686595612986316701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/12/eviction-notice.html' title='Eviction Notice'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-498960620429207524</id><published>2007-11-14T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:28:43.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Home Stretch</title><content type='html'>#3 is almost here - technically he/she is not due to arrive until 11/30 but intuition tells me it may be sooner. The kids are getting pretty anxious and in some ways it is showcased through their uncanny ability to "not hear" Shad and I as well as their knack of mastering the art of "crying/whining" when they are not getting their way. &lt;br /&gt;Shad and I are truly challenged with keeping our patience these days. It's been a test to say the least. Fortunately, for the most part, when one of us is feeling impatient the other is patient. I would tip my hat to me being more of the former than that of the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have both attended "sibling" classes at the hospital so they can have some insight into what is to come. It's funny when I think about it Reilly is always going to be the "oldest" no matter how many members of the family come - but we are creating that not so envious position of "middle child" with Kate. She will now become the middle child and will either be the only girl or will have a sister. It's really an interesting thing to change the whole family dynamic - for better or for worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shad and I are looking forward to the coming weeks to understand how we have done so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-498960620429207524?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/498960620429207524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=498960620429207524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/498960620429207524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/498960620429207524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/11/home-stretch.html' title='The Home Stretch'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-5034962533449410847</id><published>2007-11-12T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T15:15:17.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick Mornings</title><content type='html'>Shad has been taking Reilly to school for the past few months which means Kate and I can have our "quality bonding" time in the mornings. The past couple mornings I have tried to get her to lay in bed just a "little longer". Verbally she'll commit, but as soon as she lies down she says "I need juice" and I say that I'll get it in a minute - to which she then replies "and dinner - I need dinner now too." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't last more than about 20 minutes b/c the demands just keep coming and it defeats the purpose of trying to get an extra few minutes. &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-5034962533449410847?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/5034962533449410847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=5034962533449410847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/5034962533449410847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/5034962533449410847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/11/chick-mornings.html' title='Chick Mornings'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-7729752039764255032</id><published>2007-11-07T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T14:33:14.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>So... Kate is into dressing herself. I let her get whatever she wants out of her draw and typically only provide climate driven feedback. So, some days she has on 4 shirts and other days she wears her pants backwards. Typically the clothing does not match but occasionally she get something that at least looks like a coordinate set - either way, she's expressing herself, so I think it's cool. Well... I did... until this morning. The shirt she chose has a quasi neck tie - it's a piece of ribbon that appears to allow you to close the shirt at the neck but it's truly an accessory and has no function at all. Kate asked me to tie her shirt, I did. Apparently incorrectly... she untied it and asked me to do it again. I took the two ends and made a bow... I was wrong...again. Repeated step #1 again, this time I created tears. I asked what she wanted and she said a bow... after about the 7th time I picked her sobbing body off the floor and started showing her the zipper on the sweatshirt she had chosen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the distraction worked b/c the shirt was fine from that point on. Phew....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-7729752039764255032?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7729752039764255032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=7729752039764255032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7729752039764255032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7729752039764255032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/11/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-7895510083931640408</id><published>2007-10-15T10:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T10:59:33.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new in Kate's World</title><content type='html'>So Kate has her own way of speaking... a sampling of her words and expressions are below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn It&lt;br /&gt;You okay Rye&lt;br /&gt;Top Tarts&lt;br /&gt;Tolka Dots&lt;br /&gt;Tay doh&lt;br /&gt;Teese Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things she loves to do:&lt;br /&gt;I go to ballet class.... Friday&lt;br /&gt;I color &lt;br /&gt;Brown Bear Brown Bear What do you See? I see a Green Bird looking at me? &lt;br /&gt;I go with you?&lt;br /&gt;I do it&lt;br /&gt;I get my clothes&lt;br /&gt;I brush teeth&lt;br /&gt;I read books... train books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine Rye... it's mine. Das my Mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my Mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-7895510083931640408?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7895510083931640408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=7895510083931640408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7895510083931640408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7895510083931640408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-new-in-kates-world.html' title='What&apos;s new in Kate&apos;s World'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-4734071403102951492</id><published>2007-10-11T10:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T11:00:50.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/Rw4wnB-7piI/AAAAAAAAAHM/vD0R9LYJkXQ/s1600-h/DSC_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/Rw4wnB-7piI/AAAAAAAAAHM/vD0R9LYJkXQ/s200/DSC_0126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120083273472255522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reilly proudly selected his outfit for today and styled his hair. :-) Kate just went along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He appears to be the next Alex P Keaton... or maybe Troy Bolton. Who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-4734071403102951492?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4734071403102951492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=4734071403102951492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4734071403102951492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4734071403102951492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/10/photo-day.html' title='Photo Day'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/Rw4wnB-7piI/AAAAAAAAAHM/vD0R9LYJkXQ/s72-c/DSC_0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3875284134602466238</id><published>2007-10-09T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:04:27.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrinkage</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Mom, if I put this shirt in my draw for a really really long time, it will shrink and then it will fit.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3875284134602466238?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3875284134602466238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3875284134602466238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3875284134602466238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3875284134602466238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/10/big-shirts.html' title='Shrinkage'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-5586407764439996033</id><published>2007-10-08T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:06:49.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>But the pool is closed</title><content type='html'>Around 10:30 the other night, the kids had been in bed for a few hours, Shad heard someone walking upstairs. He went up to find Kate standing in front of her dresser with her bathing suit on. "I want to go swimming." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shad put her back to bed and let her know the pool was closed. She had nothing to do with his opinion and insisted on asking me. I let her know the same - oddly she fell asleep after my confirmation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-5586407764439996033?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/5586407764439996033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=5586407764439996033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/5586407764439996033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/5586407764439996033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/10/but-pool-is-closed.html' title='But the pool is closed'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3905382906530389052</id><published>2007-10-02T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T16:37:12.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 versus 3</title><content type='html'>These past few weeks have been a big test for us. Reilly has adopted a new personality that involves crying and sobbing at many corners. We attribute it to being back in school, our best friends moving out of state, darkness coming at 6:30, the impending third child among other things. Kate has been having her challenges too - if Shad even looks at her the wrong way she screams and comes running to me. (much like I did with my Dad) If I'm around she's attached to me - and wants to do everything with me. (which I am loving) Nonetheless, we are being tested in ways we have not been tested to date. It's been challenging as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner the other night they both hated what we having. Reilly was sobbing uncontrollably about it (we are working hard on the diet and the mealtime in our house) and Kate was just sitting quietly observing. Reilly walked by her chair and she leaned over and hugged him... patted him on the back and said "you okay Rye?" Shad and I just watched for the ensuing 2 minutes where they just embraced. It was the cutest thing and it made us truly appreciate our family and that we have two kids that are learning to love one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate was so perceptive to know that Reilly was sad. Reilly was so happy to have someone to give a hug to that wasn't Shad or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're excited for number three to arrive, yet still nervous at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3905382906530389052?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3905382906530389052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3905382906530389052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3905382906530389052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3905382906530389052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/10/2-versus-3.html' title='2 versus 3'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-6043953782817542591</id><published>2007-09-27T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T14:43:40.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally... it's gone....</title><content type='html'>Well, that flu that swept through our house has finally taken it's toll on the entire family - minus the dog (knock on wood). It's been a long week of buckets and bathroooms. Thankfully it didn't last more than two days for each one of us. Ugh... it was a killer though. And, it was Reilly's first experience like that - he was a bit amazed and proud about the noises his body can make. Actually he hasn't stopped talking about it. I guess this is where boys become boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-6043953782817542591?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6043953782817542591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=6043953782817542591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6043953782817542591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6043953782817542591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-its-gone.html' title='Finally... it&apos;s gone....'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-1016165276677242749</id><published>2007-09-24T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T11:41:27.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewwwwww..... Gross</title><content type='html'>Reilly and I were headed to preschool the other day and this was our "fruitful" conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reilly: "I just burped and my juice came up"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "oh"&lt;br /&gt;Reilly: "I swallowed it again and it was warm"&lt;br /&gt;Me: silent... disgusted... but empathetic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-1016165276677242749?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/1016165276677242749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=1016165276677242749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1016165276677242749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/1016165276677242749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/09/ewwwwww-gross.html' title='Ewwwwww..... Gross'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-9048664364427984271</id><published>2007-09-17T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T18:45:21.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some kind of bug</title><content type='html'>Shad woke up to sounds of choking last night and ran into the kids bedroom where he found that Kate had vomited ALL over the place. I walked in seconds later to a stench (got to love that sniffer during pregnancy - can you say magnify x100!) that was as foul as they come. Upon some sheet changing and pajama removing we realized the vomit was cold - and she had obviously been sleeping in it for some time. We went into divide and conquer mode - since it WAS 3am. I put Kate in the bath and Shad stripped the bed. It seemed the entire bottle of febreeze wasn't going to help the smell. GROSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home with Kate today - we had one close call where she almost lost it on my new work laptop. Otherwise she was good and she slept a lot. Both Shad and I agreed though we smelled the smell ALL day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tonight goes a little better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-9048664364427984271?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/9048664364427984271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=9048664364427984271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/9048664364427984271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/9048664364427984271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-kind-of-bug.html' title='Some kind of bug'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-8610219703037616580</id><published>2007-09-13T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:48:02.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dehdehdehdehdehdehdeh bagel</title><content type='html'>This is Kate's latest way to have a long conversation. She gets on the phone and says "Nannie... dehdehdehdehdeh coming over?" OR "Mommie.... dehdehdehdehdeh Reilly's hat". Normally I can piece it together and figure out what she's getting at - but it cracks me up b/c she has been speaking in complete sentences for a while. I think she's itching to have more focus on her and wants to feel as long winded as the rest of us. (Especially her Dad!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-8610219703037616580?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/8610219703037616580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=8610219703037616580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/8610219703037616580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/8610219703037616580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/09/dehdehdehdehdehdehdeh-bagel.html' title='dehdehdehdehdehdehdeh bagel'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-2569296781412717829</id><published>2007-09-04T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T11:52:13.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking that Kate is not learning from Reilly - you tell me if you feel &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrA4Fs1G530"&gt;otherwise&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a little hike up to Lonesome Lake in the White Mountains this weekend. Reilly hiked all by himself and Kate hiked about 1/3 of it. We had a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-2569296781412717829?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/2569296781412717829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=2569296781412717829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/2569296781412717829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/2569296781412717829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3731653275816832242</id><published>2007-09-01T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T14:14:11.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh Baskin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/RtmrrluUbBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iukzvcqGM_Q/s1600-h/What%27s+Wrong+with+this+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/RtmrrluUbBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iukzvcqGM_Q/s200/What%27s+Wrong+with+this+Picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105300417950280722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey... what's wrong with this picture?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3731653275816832242?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3731653275816832242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3731653275816832242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3731653275816832242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3731653275816832242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/09/josh-baskin.html' title='Josh Baskin'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/RtmrrluUbBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iukzvcqGM_Q/s72-c/What%27s+Wrong+with+this+Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-6024774261257157037</id><published>2007-09-01T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T11:16:40.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No He's Not 16</title><content type='html'>but he &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9qScK7itnk"&gt;thinks&lt;/a&gt; he is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long Kate will want to be his passenger, I suspect not very long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-6024774261257157037?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6024774261257157037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=6024774261257157037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6024774261257157037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6024774261257157037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-hes-not-16.html' title='No He&apos;s Not 16'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-6062003780941455516</id><published>2007-08-30T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T14:16:27.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog versus Fish</title><content type='html'>When Reilly and I went to talk to his new fish Ella last night he asked if we could take her out for a walk.... ummmmm.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not really like Nandi Reilly. I don't think a walk would be what she wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-6062003780941455516?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6062003780941455516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=6062003780941455516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6062003780941455516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6062003780941455516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/08/dog-versus-fish.html' title='Dog versus Fish'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3060054796172978821</id><published>2007-08-27T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:01:13.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella's in the HOUSE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/RtOP5luUbAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RpZ7nUTxylM/s1600-h/EllaEnchanted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/RtOP5luUbAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RpZ7nUTxylM/s200/EllaEnchanted.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103581022282607618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reilly got a belated birthday present from Auntie Amber, Ella and Grace today. It is a one gallon fish tank. We set it up today and went to the store to pick out a fish. Reilly and Kate are just so excited - Reilly named his fish Ella and after only about 15 minutes has Kate calling the fish Ella too. Here is another one of our infamous phone photos of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3060054796172978821?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3060054796172978821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3060054796172978821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3060054796172978821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3060054796172978821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/08/ellas-in-house.html' title='Ella&apos;s in the HOUSE!'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/RtOP5luUbAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RpZ7nUTxylM/s72-c/EllaEnchanted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-5012239699813010768</id><published>2007-08-26T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:03:36.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Concept of Time</title><content type='html'>Reilly's questions about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a "long hour" or a "short hour".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know how to answer that one so I base it on how eager he is for the time to pass by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-5012239699813010768?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/5012239699813010768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=5012239699813010768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/5012239699813010768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/5012239699813010768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/08/concept-of-time.html' title='Concept of Time'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3395066638117303928</id><published>2007-08-20T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:30:22.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/RsmldVuUa-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/0c36x4-ScKU/s1600-h/082007_08501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/RsmldVuUa-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/0c36x4-ScKU/s200/082007_08501.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100789976440007650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of summer camp for Reilly and his cousin Brenna. I dropped the two of them off with their big backpacks and their bathing suits on. In their instructions they are required to bring a backpack that they can carry by themselves. Put a towel, lunch box, spare clothes and a jacket in there, and it can be quite big. So... it was actually like their backpacks were taking them to camp. I can't wait to hear how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3395066638117303928?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3395066638117303928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3395066638117303928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3395066638117303928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3395066638117303928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/08/summer-camp.html' title='Summer Camp'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/RsmldVuUa-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/0c36x4-ScKU/s72-c/082007_08501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-8812697818209347302</id><published>2007-08-12T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:45:42.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE!!!</title><content type='html'>Reilly turned five and we had a little pool party for him. We invited five friends and had some family. I MADE THE CAKES! I have to say, they came out pretty good for a rookie. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/RsmoFFuUa_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/sWZCdqZXS68/s1600-h/DSC_0196_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/RsmoFFuUa_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/sWZCdqZXS68/s200/DSC_0196_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100792858363063282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-8812697818209347302?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/8812697818209347302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=8812697818209347302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/8812697818209347302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/8812697818209347302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/08/five.html' title='FIVE!!!'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/RsmoFFuUa_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/sWZCdqZXS68/s72-c/DSC_0196_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-8181251198577484862</id><published>2007-08-03T15:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:12:57.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Absent...</title><content type='html'>Okay, well, not really. Summer has been so busy for our family and everytime something funny or cute happens I say to Shad, "I need to blog that", but at the end of the day when I start to wind down... it just doesn't happen. Being pregnant in the summer sucks I decided - carrying this extra weight and losing my breath each time I walk up a step... yes, A step is a bit disconcerting. &lt;sigh&gt; But, we're all looking forward to #3. We told the kids a little while ago and Kate was like "whatever" and Reilly just hoped it would be a boy so he wouldn't mess up his stuff like Kate currently does.(little does he know, it has nothing to do with gender!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reilly is growing so fast these days he's no longer my "lil guy". He bosses me around like I boss him around which is quite a challenge and he wears my watches and my socks - yes, he really is almost FIVE. He is by far one of the nicest and most thoughtful little guys you could imagine, which I just adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate on the other hand still believes that the world was put here just for her. She continues to make us smile and laugh with every move and I now, better than ever, understand why my brother - who is #2 - is adored the way he is. #2 is a real good spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSdVL5bsmIk"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the latest youtube release on Kate's dance class, it's short so don't leave the computer or you'll miss it. She is the best toe tapper I have ever seen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-8181251198577484862?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/8181251198577484862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=8181251198577484862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/8181251198577484862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/8181251198577484862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/08/shes-absent.html' title='She&apos;s Absent...'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-4007352152781306309</id><published>2007-07-24T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T12:43:59.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spitting Image...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/RqYr_11dScI/AAAAAAAAAGI/p1mItnlMgvY/s1600-h/072407_10181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/RqYr_11dScI/AAAAAAAAAGI/p1mItnlMgvY/s200/072407_10181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090804804571974082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT! Kate and I look alike but I think at this age I probably had handmedown baseball uniforms. We are trying to give Kate some hope of being chickie - she will likely be in a hockey rink or climbing a mountain before she knows it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-4007352152781306309?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4007352152781306309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=4007352152781306309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4007352152781306309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/4007352152781306309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/07/spitting-image.html' title='Spitting Image...'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/RqYr_11dScI/AAAAAAAAAGI/p1mItnlMgvY/s72-c/072407_10181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-7101508753269154258</id><published>2007-07-17T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:30:54.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elite UK</title><content type='html'>Reilly is at soccer camp with his friend Owen this week. They are two of the younger ones in the half day program but they seemed pretty content just chasing one another around during the scrimmages. The coaches brought them in at the end of the day and had them sit in rows by team. Reilly, I noted was sitting in the "England" row, and Owen was in the "Japan" row. Each kid was given a homework assignment for the night "research something about soccer in your country". The coach then pointed to Reilly's row and said in his cute little British accent "Does anyone know the name of a player on the England National Team?" No response from the row - then Reilly, the smallest guy sitting in the front raises his hand and says "I do". The coach says "Great Reilly, who is a player on the England National Team" Reilly replies "My Mom." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I suspected he was going to say Beckham since it's the only player he knows - I thought it was the cutest thing ever that he thought I did. The coaches however, thought it was the funniest thing they had ever heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-7101508753269154258?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7101508753269154258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=7101508753269154258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7101508753269154258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/7101508753269154258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/07/elite-uk.html' title='Elite UK'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-3990399524930530595</id><published>2007-07-04T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:02:02.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/Ro1b4kDX-1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/P5BajV9wXco/s1600-h/4thParade07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/Ro1b4kDX-1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/P5BajV9wXco/s200/4thParade07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083820581679790930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth was celebrated in political fashion here. We went to a local parade and watched fire trucks, political demonstrations, preschools, bagpipers, and of course a line of people representing the candidates and their issues. Bill Richardson was the only presidential candidate that was worth mentioning. Reilly got tagged by the campaign teams as you can see in this photo -he just thought he was collecting stickers. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-3990399524930530595?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/3990399524930530595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=3990399524930530595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3990399524930530595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/3990399524930530595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/Ro1b4kDX-1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/P5BajV9wXco/s72-c/4thParade07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-8441733170428005903</id><published>2007-06-28T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T23:12:42.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate Team</title><content type='html'>I was never on it... although my Dad always told me "You would argue with the Pope." After today I feel like I'm going to get beaten down by arguing two and four year old children. They would both argue with the Pope, and I suspect that one if not both would win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a very tiring day in that way... from the wet sheets, to the 30 minute wardrobe malfunction, to shutting fingers in the door, to yelling at me from the opposite side of the house about something as simple as a matchbox or a cup of juice. And I WANTED THREE, what was I thinking... UGH. I'm glad today is over and tomorrow is another day. Mornings really suck sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-8441733170428005903?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/8441733170428005903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=8441733170428005903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/8441733170428005903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/8441733170428005903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/06/debate-team.html' title='Debate Team'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805667.post-6271198866924944442</id><published>2007-06-26T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T13:20:41.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo goes to school</title><content type='html'>Kate wore "big girl underpants" for the first time today. Guess who was on them? Yup, ELMO! I told her not to let Elmo get wet... I'm not sure she understood. She did pretty well for a few hours then "ooops". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8805667-6271198866924944442?l=motheroftheyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6271198866924944442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8805667&amp;postID=6271198866924944442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6271198866924944442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8805667/posts/default/6271198866924944442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2007/06/elmo-goes-to-school.html' title='Elmo goes to school'/><author><name>Betsy Hansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16536081218299463035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGXofiSc5Z8/SFCc1ULrEQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RzQrlySVFwU/S220/DSC_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
