<?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-4815287187431520161</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:59:48.459-07:00</updated><category term='silly'/><category term='motherhood'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='gift for mommy'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='crying'/><category term='Christmas Card 2008'/><category term='having fun'/><category term='life is tough'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='rock band'/><category term='good times'/><category term='cute'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='sux'/><category term='germs be gone'/><category term='family'/><category term='smiling'/><category term='laughing'/><category term='2008'/><category term='VBS'/><category term='kids'/><category term='American Heart Association'/><category term='excitement'/><category term='my kids'/><category term='fashion show'/><category term='photography'/><category term='end of school'/><category term='barf'/><category term='where&apos;s the instruction manual?'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='2010'/><category term='ear piercing'/><category term='Great Pumpkin'/><category term='happy'/><category term='love and laughter'/><category term='almost'/><category term='utterly adorable'/><category term='Kate is so smart'/><category term='good behavior'/><category term='tball'/><category term='the things kids say'/><category term='hissy fits'/><category term='playground'/><category term='catching up'/><category term='fun'/><category term='stories'/><category term='OCD'/><title type='text'>We are Dunne</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-1230090028373507466</id><published>2010-02-11T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:25:46.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catching up'/><title type='text'>MIA!</title><content type='html'>Holy cow! It's February 2010 and the last entry is from July 2009. Needless to say a lot has gone on since my last post.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is now 7. He is in first grade and doing well. He is still into Star Wars and Transformers. In addition, he got a Nintendo DSi for his birthday and has gotten quite skilled at it. He is an awesome big brother! He and Molly have a blast being absolutely silly, driving mom and dad crazy, silly. He is involved in Tiger Scouts and had his first camping trip in the fall. He has his big teeth fully in on top and bottom and looks so grown up. (Altho, I haven't gotten any good pics of him lately as he HATES when I pull out my camera.) He is definitely a case of "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree". He is very observant and a bit of a perfectionist with a little bit of a temper thrown in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly is 5. She is THE BOSS! Or at least she likes to think so! She loves to tell everyone what to do and if they don't comply, she bursts into big crocodile tears. Quite the drama queen. She is still VERY girly and loves her princesses, Barbies, baby dolls. I decided to separate Molly and Kate in school this year. It has gone very well. She is in pre-K and has several "girl" friends.  Not at all into boys, which is fine by me. She had her tonsils and adenoids out in January and did quite well. We spent an overnight at the hospital after wards which she was not at all fond of. She was given &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002HY2OAG/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_2?pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;pf_rd_i=B001NRY6MC&amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;pf_rd_r=1CRASWNBYCHQHFK99TVX"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; in the recovery room and it hasn't left her side since. Molly is very bright. She knows all of her letters and numbers and is even spelling some words. She loves to color and do crafts. She is my snuggler and is oh so sensitive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate is also 5. She is my tough cookie and as Kevin refers to her, "our most animated child"! The stuff she comes up with on a daily basis has us in stitches. I seriously do not know where she gets it. She is full of sass and vinegar and will surely let you know if you've made her mad! She recently kissed a boy in her class and the next day was trying to kiss another one. Kate has always been a bit of a tomboy. She is not at all into girl stuff and for quite some time, insisted she was a boy. Now, she relents that she is in fact a girl but just doesn't like "girl stuff". Where she got the kissing thing from, I have no idea! I got her a very cute Carter's shirt for Christmas that has a weiner dog on it as she is a dog lover. I thought she would love it. Nope! It has "ups" as she calls it, which translates to  puffs on the sleeves. In fact, Kate jumps out of bed every morning and puts on her standard uniform of jeans and one of maybe three shirts that meet her specifications. If I even think about suggesting something else, like a dress or leggings, Kate erupts and quickly lets me know that that is NOT going to happen. Kate has recently learned to spell and write her name. She is very smart, however, could care less about such things as writing and knowing her letters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick update on the kids. I always feel so overwhelmed when I haven't blogged in a while. I feel like I have to recount all that has happened but alas, who has time for that. I am going to try and get back here more frequently!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-1230090028373507466?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/1230090028373507466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=1230090028373507466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/1230090028373507466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/1230090028373507466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2010/02/mia.html' title='MIA!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-4501228616083148205</id><published>2009-07-25T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T19:21:39.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VBS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the things kids say'/><title type='text'>25 1/2</title><content type='html'>So I was chatting with Ryan tonight at bedtime and we were talking about our plans for the upcoming week. I reminded him he is doing another Vacation Bible School aka VBS  or as Kevin calls it, "All the stay at home moms dump their kids for the week and eat bonbons together". So Ryan says he doesn't want to do another dumb bible school because all they do is tell stories about Jesus. I told him stories about Jesus are good, and he learns about Jesus in school and VBS is fun! Because really, he doesn't have a choice, I am having my week of bonbons, darn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then he says well, I can talk to Jesus himself when I get old and go to heaven. Ya know, when I'm 25 1/2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz that's old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-4501228616083148205?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/4501228616083148205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=4501228616083148205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/4501228616083148205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/4501228616083148205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2009/07/25-12.html' title='25 1/2'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-6483999928437471817</id><published>2009-06-28T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:31:52.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='almost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ear piercing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hissy fits'/><title type='text'>Almost but not quite....</title><content type='html'>About two weeks ago, Molly got her ears  pierced. She was over the moon excited and was so brave. We went on a Thursday night and despite the fact that there was only one employee and she would have her ears done one at a time, Molly was determined. She didn't cry, didn't even flinch. And she has been thrilled ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, Kate had NO interest in getting hers done. Nada. Zip. Zero. Nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today. She came into my room this morning and announced she wanted her ears pierced. Say what?! I didn't say too much but asked her again later and she stood by her answer. So we did a quick run to Costco tonight and afterwards we stopped at the mall. Kate had already decided which earrings she wanted and insisted she was ready. Well, apparently the earrings she picked are gold plated and have a greater risk of infection and can turn your ears green. Ewww. So we were trying to pick another pair when Kate put the kabosh on the plan. Nope, not ready. So we left. No biggie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except Molly had the hugest hissy fit ever because she wanted the lollipop that the piercer lady gives you at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls are so different and for that I am blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-6483999928437471817?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/6483999928437471817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=6483999928437471817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/6483999928437471817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/6483999928437471817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2009/06/almost-but-not-quite.html' title='Almost but not quite....'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-9040975999532253703</id><published>2009-06-26T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:50:26.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape May 2009</title><content type='html'>Our trip to Cape May this year was a lot of fun as always. We were there from 6/13-20. Aunt Kiki stayed the whole week and we had some other visitors in and out. We had two great beach days, did the Wildwood Boardwalk, spent way too much money on goofy prizes at the arcade, ate dinner at &lt;a href="http://groffsrestaurant.com/"&gt;Groff's&lt;/a&gt; where Kate enjoyed a peanut free meal, had a few colder beach days, got tons of mosquito bites, saw Cape May the kitty and much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I brought my camera ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SkWH0JoHdJI/AAAAAAAAAj4/vIgN2Jgx3Nc/s1600-h/-37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SkWH0JoHdJI/AAAAAAAAAj4/vIgN2Jgx3Nc/s400/-37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351833062206829714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SkWHz8qiCfI/AAAAAAAAAjw/zg6yR0_oeDg/s1600-h/-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SkWIk8YRTlI/AAAAAAAAAkI/vPhoX-h6UTc/s400/-39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351833900464295506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SkWIklhy4XI/AAAAAAAAAkA/SzdR83lf_x0/s1600-h/-38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SkWIklhy4XI/AAAAAAAAAkA/SzdR83lf_x0/s400/-38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351833894330229106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids already can't wait for Cape May 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-9040975999532253703?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/9040975999532253703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=9040975999532253703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/9040975999532253703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/9040975999532253703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2009/06/cape-may-2009.html' title='Cape May 2009'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SkWH0JoHdJI/AAAAAAAAAj4/vIgN2Jgx3Nc/s72-c/-37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-853767044895716285</id><published>2009-06-26T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:27:20.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy!</title><content type='html'>Just a sneak peek at my future with twin girls. Tonight at the dinner table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate:  " I want a boyfriend." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Um really, why?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: "Because I like boys now. I think I'll ask _____ to be my boyfriend and I'll kiss him too" (name omitted to protect the innocent, hee hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly: "No! _____ is my boyfriend! You can't have him Kate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: "Well I'm just gonna kiss _____ at the pool!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: "Oh dear!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-853767044895716285?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/853767044895716285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=853767044895716285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/853767044895716285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/853767044895716285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-boy.html' title='Oh boy!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-6274267305820689196</id><published>2009-06-08T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:25:13.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Graduate!</title><content type='html'>Yep, my baby boy is officially a Kindergarten Graduate. Graduation day was Tuesday, June 2. It was such a sweet ceremony. The kids sang lots of songs and even recited a poem or two. Ryan kept talking about how his role was to hug the priest. I had no idea what he meant until it happened. The kids presented a plant to Father Charlie and Ryan was one of the "huggers". It was so cute. &lt;br /&gt;I have to say a few tears were shed. Daddy had the day off and Gam came too. The girls were even well behaved. After the ceremony, there was a short reception in the hall and we got some pictures with his teachers. &lt;br /&gt;We had McDonald's for lunch as where else would a kindergarten graduate want to eat??? That night we did the carnival. All in all a great family day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/Si1lGLO6X_I/AAAAAAAAAis/WWe0PwzWRTY/s1600-h/-33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/Si1lGLO6X_I/AAAAAAAAAis/WWe0PwzWRTY/s400/-33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345039489527603186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/Si1lGjC-gGI/AAAAAAAAAi0/2NGkRbKNGPY/s1600-h/-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/Si1lGjC-gGI/AAAAAAAAAi0/2NGkRbKNGPY/s400/-32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345039495919992930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/Si1lGx38OEI/AAAAAAAAAi8/36N1fZ4SHss/s1600-h/-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/Si1lGx38OEI/AAAAAAAAAi8/36N1fZ4SHss/s400/-9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345039499900237890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/Si1lHYWh4wI/AAAAAAAAAjM/-Ye_kpeP53s/s1600-h/-42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/Si1lHYWh4wI/AAAAAAAAAjM/-Ye_kpeP53s/s400/-42.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345039510229082882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/Si1lG0e_t7I/AAAAAAAAAjE/rDakaPqhcQM/s1600-h/-41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/Si1lG0e_t7I/AAAAAAAAAjE/rDakaPqhcQM/s400/-41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345039500600915890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-6274267305820689196?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/6274267305820689196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=6274267305820689196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/6274267305820689196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/6274267305820689196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2009/06/kindergarten-graduate.html' title='Kindergarten Graduate!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/Si1lGLO6X_I/AAAAAAAAAis/WWe0PwzWRTY/s72-c/-33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-3533865078721958802</id><published>2009-05-09T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:30:16.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='having fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>Rock on sisters!</title><content type='html'>The other day I was in the other room when I got called to the family room to "Check this out!" It was Molly and Kate putting on a "Rock Band" show. It was so darn cute I had to grab some quick snaps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SgZ0DhCGArI/AAAAAAAAAik/LH_9dQOhNko/s1600-h/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SgZ0DhCGArI/AAAAAAAAAik/LH_9dQOhNko/s400/-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334078412422513330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SgZ0DKFJfcI/AAAAAAAAAic/OgifjErNSDw/s1600-h/-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SgZ0DKFJfcI/AAAAAAAAAic/OgifjErNSDw/s400/-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334078406261308866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SgZ0CxTjaqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/OZP41gmcrjI/s1600-h/-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SgZ0CxTjaqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/OZP41gmcrjI/s400/-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334078399610841762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-3533865078721958802?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/3533865078721958802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=3533865078721958802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/3533865078721958802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/3533865078721958802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2009/05/rock-on-sisters.html' title='Rock on sisters!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SgZ0DhCGArI/AAAAAAAAAik/LH_9dQOhNko/s72-c/-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-4821023125633274307</id><published>2009-04-06T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:33:16.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is tough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where&apos;s the instruction manual?'/><title type='text'>Life lessons can be tough</title><content type='html'>So last week we got a letter home from Ryan's teacher saying he was misbehaving at recess. Apparently he got pulled into a pushing/hitting game with some other boys and despite being told to stop and even being put in a time out, he continued to play the game. He got talked to by his teacher and told she was sending a note home. I picked him up and he welled up with tears and told me he had had a bad day and that there was a note for me in his backpack. He was SO upset. The note said he would lose two outside recesses and that his teacher hoped next time he would make better decisions about his behavior. We had a big talk about how to handle this next time and that if we make a bad choice, there are consequences for our actions. This was tough. Tough on Ry and tough on momma. I wanted so bad to just give him a big hug and make it all go away. My baby boy is growing up! How do you teach them not to cave to peer pressure? Right now it's innocent enough games but someday it could be smoking or drinking or drugs. I can't even think about any of my kids getting caught up in these things but know they are all lurking out there. I can only hope I do a good job of instilling good values and give them the tools to be strong and confident, able to say no when they know something is wrong. Yeah this parenting gig is harder than I thought. My mom always said, "Little kids, little problems. Big kids, big problems." I think I want to go back to when they were all babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-4821023125633274307?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/4821023125633274307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=4821023125633274307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/4821023125633274307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/4821023125633274307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-lessons-can-be-tough.html' title='Life lessons can be tough'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-2539181728018251091</id><published>2009-03-15T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:35:03.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good behavior'/><title type='text'>March madness</title><content type='html'>It's been a while so I figured I should post something here. Life has been good. Busy but good. Dare I say it, but I think we've turned a corner with the girls. The past couple of days they have been playing so nicely together, listening and just all around behaving. *knock on wood* Yesterday we took a spur of the moment trip to the outlets in Lancaster, PA to get some spring clothes. Ryan and Daddy went to see cousins Kerri and Erin play basketball so it was just the girls! Gam and Aunt Kiki came along for the ride. We didn't get up there until 5:30ish. The girls both napped in the car and were very pleasant and well behaved. We hit Hartstrings and got some utterly adorable outfits for Easter. They are coordinated but not matchy matchy. Then we went to Carter's and got some sundresses, capris and the girls picked out new pjs. Molly chose a nightgown while Kate got a 2 piece shirt and pants set. We also hit Striderite and got some new shoes. After all of the shopping we were all famished so we went to Cracker Barrell for dinner. They are peanut free (except for dessert but who needs dessert after all the good eats). The girls again were so good! We didn't get home until 11:30 PM and they were oh so tired and went to sleep without a peep. All around a good day. &lt;br /&gt;At Cracker Barrell I saw these little eggs that you stick in water and they hatch a dinosaur. I got one for each of the kids and they have had a blast watching them all day. They hatched tonight and the kids are such proud parents. If you keep the dinos in water they grow bigger. The kids are very anxious to see how big they are in the morning. Let's hope they aren't too big!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-2539181728018251091?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/2539181728018251091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=2539181728018251091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/2539181728018251091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/2539181728018251091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-madness.html' title='March madness'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-4594994924708590927</id><published>2009-02-17T12:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:58:49.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='utterly adorable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my kids'/><title type='text'>More photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SZsk1d5MpnI/AAAAAAAAAdg/TE7mk6rQE3k/s1600-h/JMK+-+Feb+2009-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SZsk1d5MpnI/AAAAAAAAAdg/TE7mk6rQE3k/s320/JMK+-+Feb+2009-13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303873487135090290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SZsk1fTKN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/DJuIhTtatcg/s1600-h/JMK+-+Feb+2009-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SZsk1fTKN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/DJuIhTtatcg/s320/JMK+-+Feb+2009-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303873487512418242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SZsk1AnAbwI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DMva3HUwMSw/s1600-h/JMK+-+Feb+2009-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SZsk1AnAbwI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DMva3HUwMSw/s320/JMK+-+Feb+2009-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303873479274163970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-4594994924708590927?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/4594994924708590927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=4594994924708590927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/4594994924708590927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/4594994924708590927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-photography.html' title='More photography'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SZsk1d5MpnI/AAAAAAAAAdg/TE7mk6rQE3k/s72-c/JMK+-+Feb+2009-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-5335561166229504563</id><published>2009-02-17T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:55:40.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV much?</title><content type='html'>For quite some time Kevin has been dreaming about &lt;a href="https://www.bigcityslider.com/flare/next?tag=ED|SM|GO|TM|"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Truly, he kept hinting around about how much he wanted it. So I splurged, ha ha, and got it for him for Valentine's Day. His eyes lit up when he opened it and he actually cracked a smile. So Sunday night was the big event, the debut. He cooked 'em up and they were good. It worked! So we're eating dinner and Ryan comes out with, "Billy Mays says, not even burnt on cheese will stick!" Like father, like son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-5335561166229504563?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/5335561166229504563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=5335561166229504563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/5335561166229504563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/5335561166229504563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2009/02/tv-much.html' title='TV much?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-359609529527099155</id><published>2009-01-19T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:08:21.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>So my dream is to some day do this for real. Right now, I'm learning and practicing and learning some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend was so kind to let me use her newborn as my guinea pig the other day. Isn't he the cutest? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVcAUnaP8I/AAAAAAAAAcc/Jc3nCFRLpOE/s1600-h/Baby+A+home-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVcAUnaP8I/AAAAAAAAAcc/Jc3nCFRLpOE/s320/Baby+A+home-24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293238097647648706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVcABro8GI/AAAAAAAAAcU/rLv-SbwUiyk/s1600-h/Baby+A+home-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVcABro8GI/AAAAAAAAAcU/rLv-SbwUiyk/s320/Baby+A+home-25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293238092565114978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVb_yA4hFI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wOtAGwbAi_I/s1600-h/Baby+A+home-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVb_yA4hFI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wOtAGwbAi_I/s320/Baby+A+home-21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293238088359248978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVb_jQqjMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/kd0Bgax20mc/s1600-h/Baby+A+home-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVb_jQqjMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/kd0Bgax20mc/s320/Baby+A+home-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293238084398910658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVb_WbK9VI/AAAAAAAAAb8/OxfBqq5E_nc/s1600-h/Baby+A+home-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVb_WbK9VI/AAAAAAAAAb8/OxfBqq5E_nc/s320/Baby+A+home-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293238080953316690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-359609529527099155?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/359609529527099155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=359609529527099155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/359609529527099155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/359609529527099155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2009/01/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVcAUnaP8I/AAAAAAAAAcc/Jc3nCFRLpOE/s72-c/Baby+A+home-24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-8162553615793366421</id><published>2009-01-15T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:08:23.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I had more time ....</title><content type='html'>Until I heard this, "Mom, how do you get girls to hang out with you?" coming from my six year old son. Whaaaaatttt????? Cue the record screeching and the world coming to a stop. Yep, my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; wants to know about hanging out with girls. Let's just hope it's a passing thing and not something I really need to worry about. Although, I do remember my first kiss was in the sandbox at school when I was a kindergartner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've gotten back into the swing of things this week. The first week back to school after the holidays was a rough one. No one wanted to get out of bed and out the door. While Ryan was on time every day thanks to Daddy, the girls were not. Somehow no matter how early we started, we were late every day last week. This week is going much more smoothly thank goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few pictures from after Christmas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVM_vmNT2I/AAAAAAAAAbc/VwjL0VajdUA/s1600-h/Jan+2009-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVM_vmNT2I/AAAAAAAAAbc/VwjL0VajdUA/s320/Jan+2009-35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293221595036077922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVM_afrl5I/AAAAAAAAAbU/Zx5nWm2_Nsg/s1600-h/Jan+2009-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVM_afrl5I/AAAAAAAAAbU/Zx5nWm2_Nsg/s320/Jan+2009-34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293221589371557778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVM-2Fxb1I/AAAAAAAAAbM/CF_4UXSQ0k8/s1600-h/Jan+2009-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVM-2Fxb1I/AAAAAAAAAbM/CF_4UXSQ0k8/s320/Jan+2009-30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293221579599212370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVM-aNJXMI/AAAAAAAAAbE/vytBvDqbU-s/s1600-h/Jan+2009-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVM-aNJXMI/AAAAAAAAAbE/vytBvDqbU-s/s320/Jan+2009-17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293221572113947842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVM-LU74DI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Oz5If_gctLQ/s1600-h/Jan+2009-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVM-LU74DI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Oz5If_gctLQ/s320/Jan+2009-21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293221568120086578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVOCiBSBkI/AAAAAAAAAb0/lv97AH2jZS8/s1600-h/Jan+2009-49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVOCiBSBkI/AAAAAAAAAb0/lv97AH2jZS8/s320/Jan+2009-49.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293222742442772034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVOCcWxY6I/AAAAAAAAAbs/31mQ4rZqTN4/s1600-h/Jan+2009-45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVOCcWxY6I/AAAAAAAAAbs/31mQ4rZqTN4/s320/Jan+2009-45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293222740922295202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVOCAQMNnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/WFGI_4r54g0/s1600-h/Jan+2009-40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVOCAQMNnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/WFGI_4r54g0/s320/Jan+2009-40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293222733378500210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-8162553615793366421?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/8162553615793366421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=8162553615793366421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/8162553615793366421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/8162553615793366421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-thought-i-had-more-time.html' title='I thought I had more time ....'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SXVM_vmNT2I/AAAAAAAAAbc/VwjL0VajdUA/s72-c/Jan+2009-35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-5244279958496253765</id><published>2008-12-26T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:07:00.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love and laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>We had a very merry one indeed! Busy as to be expected but very happy and peaceful. The holiday week started with a quick trip to NYC for mommy, by HERSELF! Yep, it was a mini vaca. Much needed tho short and sweet. I drove up Monday night after Kev got home from work. I met up with Aunt Hil and Lou at their fav spot, The Redhead. Hil just made some gorgeouse velvet curtains and chair covers for them. We had a few cocktails and then had one of the most delicious meals ever. We had Wild Mushroom Flatbread to share, I had a Sweet Potatoe Salad and Grits with Sausage and Shrimp. I also enjoyed several glasses of red wine. In fact, several too many. I was very happy and relaxed and ended up being a bit hung over the next day. I had grand plans to tool around the city with my camera and check out the holiday sites. Instead, I slept very late, took a leisurely shower, got some coffee and some eats and hung out in Hil's apartment. It was a nice day of quiet and it might have even been better than walking around the city freezing my arse off. I met up with Hil and Lou around 7pm and we headed to DE. We made a stop at our fav diner, Mastori's in Bordentown. Yum. We arrived home around 1AM as there was traffic. Good times. On Christmas Eve, Hil, Lou and the kids made some sugar cookies for Santa and decorated them. We all got dressed for church and made it there with not a minute to spare. The service was beautiful and the best part, the kids were so well behaved. Then back to Gam and Pop Pop's for dinner. Basil chicken, noodles and salad. Easy but delish dinner. The kids got one present to open, new pajamas. We had them home and in bed by 9ish. They were WAY excited and took a bit to fall asleep. Aunt Kiki came over and joined forces with Hil and Lou to do all my wrapping. More wine and lots of good laughs. &lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning began around 3:30AM when the kids started waking asking if Santa had been here and was it time for presents. They were told to go back to sleep many times. Around 5:30 I stumbled downstairs to get their stockings and told them to be quiet at least if they weren't going to sleep. We managed to hold them off until 7:30. I did get video of their reactions as they came downstairs. They each got a new bike. The girls got helmets as well. Ryan got a Hess truck and a blue lightsaber. Kate got a Barbie guitar and Molly got a Barbie laptop. We waited for Gam and PopPop to come over and Hil and Lou to wake up before we opened the rest of the loot. It was a great morning. We did miss Aunt Mimi bunches as she was snowed in back in Seattle. We then had a big breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes and blueberry crumble. The kids took a ride on the new bikes and then a nap was had by all. Our gang did it all again that night with Kev's family at Aunt Kathy's house. We were given a year pass to the Philadelphia Zoo and the Please Touch Museum. We are anxious to visit! All in all a great day. Kev worked today and the kids and I layed low. Aunt Gail made it into town and stopped by and we have some plans to hang out the rest of the weekend. Hil and Lou headed back to NYC by bus. It was great having them here with us. Oh and Ryan lost a top tooth tonight! Lots of pictures to come. I am ordering the things I need to ramp up my computer so I should have no trouble editing and uploading pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-5244279958496253765?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/5244279958496253765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=5244279958496253765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/5244279958496253765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/5244279958496253765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-6764463997743984219</id><published>2008-12-19T06:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T07:01:24.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa</title><content type='html'>If you click on the picture, it gets bigger and you can read/see it better. The girls dictated their letters to me, I did not make these up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUu2XaN8CmI/AAAAAAAAAa0/3O9TpyA39E8/s1600-h/katessantapic2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUu2XaN8CmI/AAAAAAAAAa0/3O9TpyA39E8/s320/katessantapic2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281515501313067618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUutdmWJYYI/AAAAAAAAAas/rAQ6Pz2x7rs/s1600-h/Katesantaletter2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUutdmWJYYI/AAAAAAAAAas/rAQ6Pz2x7rs/s320/Katesantaletter2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281505712043286914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUutdVYsvLI/AAAAAAAAAak/-3vkAM3zj-Q/s1600-h/mollyssantaletter2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUutdVYsvLI/AAAAAAAAAak/-3vkAM3zj-Q/s320/mollyssantaletter2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281505707490589874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUutczE5mMI/AAAAAAAAAac/oSe4n6e4sXg/s1600-h/mollyssantapic2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUutczE5mMI/AAAAAAAAAac/oSe4n6e4sXg/s320/mollyssantapic2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281505698280741058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUutcWeSJAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zPs2CMp_Q9A/s1600-h/ryanssantapic2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUutcWeSJAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zPs2CMp_Q9A/s320/ryanssantapic2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281505690602578946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUutcGp9dvI/AAAAAAAAAaM/_3tGNDOU40Y/s1600-h/ryanssantaletter2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUutcGp9dvI/AAAAAAAAAaM/_3tGNDOU40Y/s320/ryanssantaletter2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281505686356588274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-6764463997743984219?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/6764463997743984219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=6764463997743984219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/6764463997743984219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/6764463997743984219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUu2XaN8CmI/AAAAAAAAAa0/3O9TpyA39E8/s72-c/katessantapic2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-6599103749756721125</id><published>2008-12-13T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:20:17.702-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='germs be gone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sux'/><title type='text'>Barf!</title><content type='html'>And lots of it. That's been the story this week. Kate started it by barfing in Ryan's bed. While all three were snuggled up. Yes, the girls do have their own, new, big girl beds but they still prefer to bug Ryan. Literally! Kate shared the barfs with Ryan. He puked in school on Wed. As well as Kevin who came home early that day. And Molly brought up the end. Know how I discovered she had gotten it? I went in to check on her around 1:30 AM and stepped in it. EWWW! She was sound asleep with barf all over. All this fun while having the WORST sinus infection of my life. So that's what we've been up to this week. Oh, I did get a mild version of it myself. At least that better have been it 'cuz I ain't got no more sick days left!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-6599103749756721125?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/6599103749756721125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=6599103749756721125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/6599103749756721125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/6599103749756721125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/12/barf.html' title='Barf!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-7231933839950335271</id><published>2008-12-13T22:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:15:13.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Card 2008'/><title type='text'>Christmas Card Trials 2008</title><content type='html'>Being the kids of an aspiring photographer sucks! As evidenced by these shots....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUSi84dqefI/AAAAAAAAASo/87qad1j1ma0/s1600-h/DSC_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUSi84dqefI/AAAAAAAAASo/87qad1j1ma0/s320/DSC_0016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279523830017718770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUSi9AJT1_I/AAAAAAAAASw/7KPrKezYgt4/s1600-h/DSC_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUSi9AJT1_I/AAAAAAAAASw/7KPrKezYgt4/s320/DSC_0029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279523832079833074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUSi9nDsfkI/AAAAAAAAATA/4_cn4T8PXko/s1600-h/DSC_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUSi9nDsfkI/AAAAAAAAATA/4_cn4T8PXko/s320/DSC_0039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279523842525265474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUSi9Zg_cDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fKAJBroH3Kg/s1600-h/DSC_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUSi9Zg_cDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fKAJBroH3Kg/s320/DSC_0030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279523838890045490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUSj3_dvPdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ZG2Gs8wE-h8/s1600-h/DSC_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUSj3_dvPdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ZG2Gs8wE-h8/s320/DSC_0042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279524845509361106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUSi9yQRCqI/AAAAAAAAATI/782rSYG6IS0/s1600-h/DSC_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUSi9yQRCqI/AAAAAAAAATI/782rSYG6IS0/s320/DSC_0048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279523845530782370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUSj4B-oGFI/AAAAAAAAATY/7V5CgwhPOXI/s1600-h/DSC_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUSj4B-oGFI/AAAAAAAAATY/7V5CgwhPOXI/s320/DSC_0056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279524846184175698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-7231933839950335271?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/7231933839950335271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=7231933839950335271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/7231933839950335271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/7231933839950335271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-card-trials-2008.html' title='Christmas Card Trials 2008'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUSi84dqefI/AAAAAAAAASo/87qad1j1ma0/s72-c/DSC_0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-4624357638101970409</id><published>2008-12-02T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:05:43.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OCD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift for mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate is so smart'/><title type='text'>Does she know me or what?</title><content type='html'>The other day Kevin took Kate out to run some errands and they made a stop at the dollar store. Kate picked out a Nemo kite for herself, a Princess kite for Molly, a Transformer kite for Ryan and this for me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUShpRuvksI/AAAAAAAAASg/s2cb5EUjfZc/s1600-h/DSC_0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUShpRuvksI/AAAAAAAAASg/s2cb5EUjfZc/s320/DSC_0358.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279522393691230914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she know me or what? Kevin and I were laughing so hard we were crying. Yep, she's got my number!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-4624357638101970409?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/4624357638101970409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=4624357638101970409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/4624357638101970409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/4624357638101970409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/12/does-she-know-me-or-what.html' title='Does she know me or what?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SUShpRuvksI/AAAAAAAAASg/s2cb5EUjfZc/s72-c/DSC_0358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-8070467192249040942</id><published>2008-11-22T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:54:41.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scatterbrain!</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's me. A complete and utter scatterbrain mess. I've been this way for six years now, so I've gotten quite good at it. I have too much going on and my brain works way faster than my body. I always intend to do this or that. I make "To do" lists, I set reminders on email, but alas, I am hopelessly scatterbrained. Ya think I'd be used to it by now. *sigh* It's Saturday night and I have so many things I need to be doing but somehow they aren't getting done. I'd much rather be scatterbrained and worry about getting it all done later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had an awesome family day. Truly, it was one of the best. Last night we got a call from Kev's sister offering us tickets to &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneylive/playhouse/"&gt;Playhouse Disney Live&lt;/a&gt;. Not just any ole tickets either. The Mayor of Philadelphia's box tickets. Yes please! It is definitely not in the budget to do such things these days so we jumped at the chance. Everyone woke up happy, we got ready with little to no fussing and off we went. Even when we ran into traffic, everyone stayed happy and calm. We were a little late but not too much. The kids were glued to the show, sang along, clapped, and were so well behaved. After the show, we went to Toys R Us to spend some birthday money that had been burning a hole in their pockets since they got it in the mail on Friday. The continued to be happy and well behaved despite being in a crowded toy store. They all picked out a smallish toy and even readily agreed to pick out a toy for a child in need this season. I was SO proud of them as they walked over to the Marines and handed them their gifts for Toys for Tots. So not only did they get a toy they also got a great life lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to that "To do" list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-8070467192249040942?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/8070467192249040942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=8070467192249040942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/8070467192249040942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/8070467192249040942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/11/scatterbrain.html' title='Scatterbrain!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-3481989954447071333</id><published>2008-11-19T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:28:23.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothless once again</title><content type='html'>Molly had to have two teeth pulled yesterday. My poor baby. When she was about 1 1/2 she fell on a teeter totter and knocked two of her teeth back up into her gums. We thought they were totally knocked out at first, but after an x-ray, we saw they were still there. They came back down on their own and had been fine. Until last week. I took the girls for a routine cleaning and it was a different dentist so I filled her in on Molly's history. She said the teeth looked fine and to watch for a bubble on her gum. No one had ever mentioned to watch for this before. So Ryan had his check up on Monday and had a cavity. So I took him back on Wednesday. Don't ya know, Wed night I was helping Mol brush her teeth and there was a bubble on her gum. So I took her in the next day and sure enough, she had an abscess and the dentist said she needed the one tooth pulled. She put Mols on an antibiotic and we were to return in a few days. So yesterday was the big day. Molly was actually pretty excited to be losing a tooth like big brother Ryan. Plus she knew the tooth fairy would visit. Once there they decided due to the location of the abscess to pull both teeth. Molly was a TROOPER and did awesome. She had a bit of a rough time once the novacaine wore off. She wouldn't take any medicine (Tylenol or Motrin) or drink/eat. She got a bit dehydrated and was barfing some too. But once we got some fluids in her, she perked up and was asking for her shopping trip to Happy Harry's (drug store) to get her prize. Oh and the tooth fairy left her 20 smackeroos as she didn't have any smaller bills so she should be able to pick out something nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never a dull moment....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-3481989954447071333?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/3481989954447071333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=3481989954447071333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/3481989954447071333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/3481989954447071333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/11/toothless-once-again.html' title='Toothless once again'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-4321089488827175159</id><published>2008-11-01T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:33:13.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Pumpkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Heart Association'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion show'/><title type='text'>American Heart Association Go Red Luncheon and Fashion Show</title><content type='html'>The girls are partipating in &lt;a href="http://www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier=3060684"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; next Friday. Yesterday we went to a bridal shop for their flower girl dress fittings. Needless to say, Kate was well, Kate. "I don't like pink! I HATE pink! I'm not wearing that pink dress." I think the lady at the shop was quite taken aback at Little Miss Sass. She did end up cooperating and is wearing a very cute white velvet top and green raw silk dress. Very Christmasy and &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; cute. Molly is wearing a bluish/grey dress now known as the "Ariel" dress. Very cute as well. So last night after Trick or Treating, we were recounting our day to Gam and Pop Pop. We were talking about "the pink dress". Kate held up her hand and said, "No more discussion about the pink dress!" Omg, that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a blast Trick or Treating. They got lots of candy which was left on the front porch. True to his word, The Great Pumpkin made his visit and left Ryan some Transformer sheets, Molly an Ariel comforter and pink sheets and Kate a Nemo comforter with green sheets. They all also got a $15 gift certificate to KB Toys for a mini shopping spree. Needless to say, the candy is long forgotten about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are about to transition the girls from toddler beds to big girl beds. Every night, Ryan has two little visitors who pretty much hog his bed. The other morning I went into Ryan's room and he was squished at the bottom of the bed with his head on Molly's bottom while Molly and Kate were quite comfy on his pillow. Poor big brother!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple pics from Halloween....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/3000132655/" title="Cowgirl, Optimus Prime and Ariel by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/3000132655_3e7991a6d8.jpg" width="500" height="383" alt="Cowgirl, Optimus Prime and Ariel" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/3000972756/" title="DSC_0197 by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3200/3000972756_4d8c729ddb.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="DSC_0197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/3000132407/" title="Home again home again! by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3284/3000132407_ea540c2504.jpg" width="500" height="266" alt="Home again home again!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-4321089488827175159?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/4321089488827175159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=4321089488827175159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/4321089488827175159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/4321089488827175159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/11/american-heart-association-go-red.html' title='American Heart Association Go Red Luncheon and Fashion Show'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/3000132655_3e7991a6d8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-7259888105390357869</id><published>2008-10-27T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:56:18.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Allergies</title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/shannon/what_id_like_for_you_to_know/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; very well written blog post about peanut allergies. This mom really hit the mark. Be a good blog reader 'o mine and read it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't know, last Halloween was how we discovered Kate's peanut allergy. We plan to allow her to trick or treat on Friday but all of the loot will be placed outside for "The Great Pumpkin" who will leave a non-edible treat in exchange for the candy. Who needs all that sugar anyway?! I'm sure Kevin's co-workers will appreciate it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-7259888105390357869?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/7259888105390357869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=7259888105390357869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/7259888105390357869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/7259888105390357869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/10/food-allergies.html' title='Food Allergies'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-9152991278530464759</id><published>2008-10-26T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:38:09.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Preview 2008</title><content type='html'>We went to Uncle Mike's Halloween party last night. The kids had a blast and looked utterly adorable in their costumes. What say you????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SQUpZJg99XI/AAAAAAAAASY/qW4J9jZabZQ/s1600-h/DSC_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SQUpZJg99XI/AAAAAAAAASY/qW4J9jZabZQ/s320/DSC_0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261657251679958386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SQUpYKWDkqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tm4GUt9o5Mk/s1600-h/DSC_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SQUpYKWDkqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tm4GUt9o5Mk/s320/DSC_0028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261657234722755234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SQUpXwWXREI/AAAAAAAAASI/_cnsJ5GdfQM/s1600-h/DSC_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SQUpXwWXREI/AAAAAAAAASI/_cnsJ5GdfQM/s320/DSC_0023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261657227744724034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SQUpXTiYdJI/AAAAAAAAASA/cfGmBKET_Ds/s1600-h/DSC_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SQUpXTiYdJI/AAAAAAAAASA/cfGmBKET_Ds/s320/DSC_0015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261657220010505362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SQUpXMpkKgI/AAAAAAAAAR4/o0e44uf8h4Q/s1600-h/DSC_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SQUpXMpkKgI/AAAAAAAAAR4/o0e44uf8h4Q/s320/DSC_0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261657218161584642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-9152991278530464759?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/9152991278530464759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=9152991278530464759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/9152991278530464759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/9152991278530464759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-preview-2008.html' title='Halloween Preview 2008'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SQUpZJg99XI/AAAAAAAAASY/qW4J9jZabZQ/s72-c/DSC_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-173299659595371379</id><published>2008-10-17T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:53:18.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has been kicking my butt</title><content type='html'>Seriously. I have been so worn out. Between school and birthdays and sickness and parties, I've been utterly and completely exhausted. Last weekend, Aunt Hil made the trek down for the birthday extravaganza. We made cupcakes and more cupcakes, stuffed goody bags, drank wine and overall had a great time. Molly was sick and spent a night in the ER for wheezing. Saturday was our good buddy Jason's birthday party (he shares the honor of October 13th as his birthday) and then Sunday was the combined party for my three. We had 21 kids at &lt;a href="http://www.boomersfamilyfun.com/"&gt;Boomers&lt;/a&gt;. It was a ton of fun and the kids thoroughly enjoyed themselves. &lt;br /&gt;And I'll apologize in advance but no pictures for now. I have a ton but haven't uploaded them all. Soon, I promise. For now, I am taking my sorry butt to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-173299659595371379?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/173299659595371379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=173299659595371379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/173299659595371379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/173299659595371379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-has-been-kicking-my-butt.html' title='Life has been kicking my butt'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-3899981841747344269</id><published>2008-10-17T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:46:53.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th Birthday Ryan!  "The bestest boy in the whole wide world!"</title><content type='html'>Ryan turned six on October 13th. Six! He is so grown up and doing so well in school. He really truly is the bestest boy in the whole wide world. This phrase came about when he was a baby. I used to say it to him all the time. When he was about 2 1/2 I started to say it one time, "Ryan, you're the bestest boy" and he finished, "in the whole wide world." Never can I remember a time when my heart was happier except for perhaps the day he was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Bud! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SPlN3Z6sL-I/AAAAAAAAARw/Fk5EOqfhv04/s1600-h/newborn+Ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SPlN3Z6sL-I/AAAAAAAAARw/Fk5EOqfhv04/s320/newborn+Ryan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258319654176960482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-3899981841747344269?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/3899981841747344269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=3899981841747344269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/3899981841747344269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/3899981841747344269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-6th-birthday-ryan-bestest-boy-in.html' title='Happy 6th Birthday Ryan!  &quot;The bestest boy in the whole wide world!&quot;'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SPlN3Z6sL-I/AAAAAAAAARw/Fk5EOqfhv04/s72-c/newborn+Ryan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-4420977171223334139</id><published>2008-09-30T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:37:34.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday Molly and Kate!</title><content type='html'>September 30th marks the girls' 4th birthday. I know ALL parents say this, but seriously, where has the time gone? They are such big girls now and I no longer have any babies. It is all too bittersweet. I love seeing them grow and watching them learn but I also yearn for those days of when they were just wee ones in my lap.  They amaze me everyday and definitely keep me on my toes. They absolutely slay me in one moment and drive me insane the next. My two precious little girls! I still find it hard to believe that I was blessed with twins. As much work as it has been and it has definitely been &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; work, it has been a lot of fun. I love watching them play together now and have the bond of sisters. I know how very special that is and I am truly enjoying seeing it in my daughters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Girlies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SOL-qbSJw4I/AAAAAAAAARo/EaonZjyj7V0/s1600-h/mommy+and+girls+at+hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SOL-qbSJw4I/AAAAAAAAARo/EaonZjyj7V0/s320/mommy+and+girls+at+hospital.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252040120299275138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-4420977171223334139?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/4420977171223334139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=4420977171223334139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/4420977171223334139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/4420977171223334139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-4th-birthday-molly-and-kate.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday Molly and Kate!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SOL-qbSJw4I/AAAAAAAAARo/EaonZjyj7V0/s72-c/mommy+and+girls+at+hospital.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-1553089119426188103</id><published>2008-09-12T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:22:34.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another vacuum story and 'The First Day of School!'</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the girls were eating dry cereal in a cup before school. Kate often takes her dry cereal and pours it into one of her "play" bowls and pretends to be a dog. Yes, she is weird. Yesterday she was eating cereal off the floor and I told her, "Kate stop eating like a dog." To which she replied, "Mom, I'm not a dog, I'm a vacuum!" I seriously almost peed my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school went well all around. Kevin and I dropped Ryan off at 7ish AM. His school has a very stringent system in place, pull up, open the door, kid jumps out, pull away. And don't dare hold up the line or you'll get beeped at by the other parents. So we pulled up, opened the door, the school counselor was there and helped Ryan get out. He turned and said uncertainly, "Bye mom." The counselor walked him over to an 8th grader to walk him to his class as we pulled away so as not to hold up the line. It was over in all of 10 seconds. Talk about tough!!!! The tears were streaming down my cheeks. I made Kev pull over so I could get out and try to see Ry but he was already gone. My baby is a kindergartner! At pick up, I waited with all the other parents and Ry was one of the first kids out. He ran to me with a big grin and I knew all was well. He likes it! Yay Ryan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls started preschool in the 3's class. They did very well at drop off. They were a bit clingy but no tears! When we picked them up they were all smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and I enjoyed a quiet breakfast date. A rare treat indeed. Momma is so relieved that the first day went well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2902106681/" title="DSC_0180 by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/2902106681_0f8f2011c2.jpg" width="383" height="500" alt="DSC_0180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2902106809/" title="DSC_0176 by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/2902106809_616bb7e832.jpg" width="500" height="394" alt="DSC_0176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2902948198/" title="DSC_0183 by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3295/2902948198_6630981fb7.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="DSC_0183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2902106269/" title="DSC_0193 by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3260/2902106269_8ef603676c.jpg" width="485" height="500" alt="DSC_0193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2902105667/" title="DSC_0217 by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3139/2902105667_cf812a895b.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="DSC_0217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-1553089119426188103?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/1553089119426188103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=1553089119426188103' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/1553089119426188103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/1553089119426188103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-vacuum-story-and-first-day-of.html' title='Another vacuum story and &apos;The First Day of School!&apos;'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/2902106681_0f8f2011c2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-5636181863651956908</id><published>2008-09-08T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:41:19.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser</title><content type='html'>Here are a few shots from Cape May.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2841517061/" title="30 Sandy Toes by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/2841517061_7753a91ffd.jpg" width="500" height="171" alt="30 Sandy Toes" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2841517035/" title="Cape May 2008 by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3166/2841517035_fb44799756.jpg" width="500" height="289" alt="Cape May 2008" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2841516903/" title="Looking out to sea by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3173/2841516903_2cb6883abf.jpg" width="500" height="278" alt="Looking out to sea" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2842352280/" title="Smallest to biggest by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3031/2842352280_79587d1502.jpg" width="489" height="500" alt="Smallest to biggest" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2842352184/" title="Cape May Lighthouse and Ryan by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2284/2842352184_efea20e261.jpg" width="483" height="500" alt="Cape May Lighthouse and Ryan" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-5636181863651956908?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/5636181863651956908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=5636181863651956908' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/5636181863651956908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/5636181863651956908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/09/teaser.html' title='Teaser'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/2841517061_7753a91ffd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-84430280636650952</id><published>2008-09-07T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:00:23.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home!</title><content type='html'>We are back from a week in Cape May. The weather was great and we got in lots of beach time. The kids are utterly exhausted as am I.  I have lots o' pictures to upload and stories to tell, but I am too darn tired tonight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-84430280636650952?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/84430280636650952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=84430280636650952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/84430280636650952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/84430280636650952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/09/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-4756919782651523375</id><published>2008-08-18T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:03:00.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another contest</title><content type='html'>Ever the optimist, I love to enter contests. Maybe I might win, ya never know. So a blog I frequent, is having this &lt;a href="http://www.musingsofahousewife.com/musings_of_a_housewife/2008/08/swede-at-heart.html"&gt;contest&lt;/a&gt;....  And I get an extra entry for mentioning it on my blog. I would love to win the &lt;a href="http://www.swedeatheart.com/product_info.php?cPath=20_24&amp;products_id=113"&gt;Heart and Soul&lt;/a&gt; necklace, beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-4756919782651523375?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/4756919782651523375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=4756919782651523375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/4756919782651523375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/4756919782651523375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-contest.html' title='Another contest'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-5108586605219654720</id><published>2008-08-13T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:02:40.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly and Kate -isms</title><content type='html'>So in case you haven't noticed from the tone of my posts lately, my kids are driving me NUTS. Today I decided I need to try and focus on more of their cuteness and less of their annoyingness. Altho, annoyingness does tend to be in great supply. I'm just sayin'. Anyway, I took them for a walk down Main Street in Newark the other day. We passed by a bank and Molly said, "Look Mommy! It's the money store!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just today Kate and I were talking about her friends K&amp;K. Kate said they're my &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt; friends. I said, "oh you're girlfriends." Kate said, "No mommy, my &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt; friends." As in they are girls and they are her friends, not her girlfriends. How does she know to even differentiate this?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more quick story. I took all 3 to the chiropractor with me this morn as I have for the past several weeks. I guess they are getting more and more comfortable there because they were WILD. WILD. So wild, Jodi the office manager spoke to them and told them to settle down. And settle down they did. Always nice when someone else whips your kids into shape. Then Jodi gave me an herbal "xanax". AHHHHH. Maybe that's why today I'm focusing on the cuteness. Might have to get me some more of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-5108586605219654720?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/5108586605219654720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=5108586605219654720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/5108586605219654720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/5108586605219654720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/08/molly-and-kate-isms.html' title='Molly and Kate -isms'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-3455439481216606977</id><published>2008-08-11T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:55:14.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Outing</title><content type='html'>On Saturday we decided to take a family outing. We probably don't do them as often as we should so we gritted our teeth and did it. We went to &lt;a href="http://www.longwoodgardens.org/"&gt;Longwood Gardens&lt;/a&gt; as the weather was beautiful. It was a nice sunny day, breezy, not too hot nor humid. I hadn't been there in several years and it had been even longer for Kevin. Unfortunately, we waited to go in the afternoon and the kids were done before we even got there. We shoulda brought some cheese to go along with all the whine we had. Seriously. I took my camera and did manage to get a few shots and it even looks like we had some fun while there. Someday I'll look back at the pictures and think it was fun. hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2754599513/" title="Silly Ry by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3002/2754599513_85f6ffc0fb.jpg" width="500" height="358" alt="Silly Ry" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2755432482/" title="Duck, duck..... by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3246/2755432482_05457a1f2b.jpg" width="500" height="388" alt="Duck, duck....." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2754599629/" title="Goose! by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/2754599629_fd3caf1249.jpg" width="500" height="220" alt="Goose!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2755430566/" title="The family by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3093/2755430566_1065d51e23.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="The family" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2754596929/" title="DSC_0159 by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/2754596929_1e5e1bbe51.jpg" width="500" height="272" alt="DSC_0159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-3455439481216606977?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/3455439481216606977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=3455439481216606977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/3455439481216606977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/3455439481216606977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-outing.html' title='Family Outing'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3002/2754599513_85f6ffc0fb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-3609132601492455105</id><published>2008-08-11T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:45:47.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts from Ryan</title><content type='html'>So yesterday the kids were driving me nuts as usual, and I as usual was yelling about something. Ryan looked up and says in one of his sweetest voices, "Maybe you shouldn't of had kids, Mom." Um yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-3609132601492455105?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/3609132601492455105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=3609132601492455105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/3609132601492455105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/3609132601492455105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-thoughts-from-ryan.html' title='Random thoughts from Ryan'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-9053818667443978225</id><published>2008-08-05T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:41:53.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun Photo Contest</title><content type='html'>So there's this photo contest over &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; that I thought I'd enter..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2737786108/" title="Summer Fun by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3210/2737786108_fa4d8888c3.jpg" width="494" height="500" alt="Summer Fun" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this picture. I mean I know she's my kid and all and I love &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; pictures of my kids but this one really strikes me. Not sure why, but it does. Anyway, we'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-9053818667443978225?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/9053818667443978225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=9053818667443978225' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/9053818667443978225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/9053818667443978225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-fun-photo-contest.html' title='Summer Fun Photo Contest'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3210/2737786108_fa4d8888c3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-535087950707598521</id><published>2008-08-05T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:36:45.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pin the tale on the what?!</title><content type='html'>Today was Pop Pop's __th birthday. (I'll keep your secret old man.) We celebrated by having Gam and Pop Pop over for dinner. We chowed on some pizza and a delicious chocolate cake that Gam made. The kids just love birthday celebrations. While we were eating cake, Ryan said, "Let's play some games!" Because don't you always play games at a birthday party? My dad piped in, "Like what? Pin the tale on the donkey?" *Note to readers, my kids have no idea what Pin the Tale on the Donkey is.*  My dad said something about needing a donkey and Kate quipped, "We could put it on Mommy's butt." Lots and lots of laughter ensued and there were many renditions of "on _____'s butt." Fill in Mommy's butt, Gam's butt, Pop Pop's butt, Daddy's butt and on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2736949511/" title="Happy Birthday Pop Pop! by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2736949511_5351deabae.jpg" width="500" height="391" alt="Happy Birthday Pop Pop!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2737785238/" title="Happy birthday Pop Pop by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/2737785238_9fa07d9f91.jpg" width="500" height="384" alt="Happy birthday Pop Pop" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2736949377/" title="Opening cards and gifts by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3220/2736949377_c329ee8727.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="Opening cards and gifts" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2736949327/" title="This cake is delicious!  by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3083/2736949327_ed0c435478.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="This cake is delicious! " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Pop Pop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-535087950707598521?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/535087950707598521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=535087950707598521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/535087950707598521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/535087950707598521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/08/pin-tale-on-what.html' title='Pin the tale on the what?!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2736949511_5351deabae_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-1228743290662028799</id><published>2008-08-03T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:17:23.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>So I was stumbling around the blogging world and found this &lt;a href="http://www.feelslikehomeblog.com/2008/07/big-read.html#links"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; and wanted to share my list. I love to read and hope to instill the love of reading in my kids as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.nea.gov/bigreadblog/?page_id=5"&gt;The Big Read&lt;/a&gt;, the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books on this list. How many have you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bold those you have read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italicize those you intend to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underline the books you LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Harry Potter series - JK Rowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;1984 - George Orwell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Little Women - Louisa M Alcott &lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Catch 22 - Joseph Heller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Complete Works of Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Emma - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Persuasion - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;em&gt;The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;strong&gt;Animal Farm - George Orwell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;strong&gt;The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;strong&gt;Lord of the Flies - William Golding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;em&gt;Atonement - Ian McE&lt;/em&gt;wan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;em&gt;Life of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;strong&gt;Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;em&gt;Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;em&gt;Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;em&gt;Bridget Jones’ Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Dracula - Bram Stoker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Possession - AS Byatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Charlotte’s Web - EB White&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;em&gt;The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. What's your list look like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-1228743290662028799?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/1228743290662028799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=1228743290662028799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/1228743290662028799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/1228743290662028799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/08/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-3030483138349933236</id><published>2008-08-02T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T21:44:44.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin's Christmas present from 2006</title><content type='html'>So I totally forgot that I had done these for Kevin as a Christmas present until the other day. The girls were asking to see baby pictures and it dawned on me I had made these up and never got the videos but I can share them here. Now I need to get working to make more to bring us up to the present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I can not watch these without tears streaming down my cheeks. Ya might want to grab a tissue. Or it might just be because they're my kids. I'm just saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=1be8462ac9f13d401b4cf6" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=1be8462ac9f13d401b4cf6&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=1be8462ac9f13d401b4cf6&amp;skin_id=701&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/1be8462ac9f13d401b4cf6/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt0" target="_blank" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=3030483138349933236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/3030483138349933236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/3030483138349933236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/08/kevins-christmas-present-from-2006.html' title='Kevin&apos;s Christmas present from 2006'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-8339029343337090413</id><published>2008-07-26T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:46:11.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>So a recent conversation with Molly goes something like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly: "I like being a big girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh yeah, why's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly: "Because I get to do lots of big girl stuff like arts and crafts and being a baby is just AWFUL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Trying my hardest not to laugh, "Uh okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly: "I'm growing but I'm not a grown up like you. Someday I'll be a grown up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yep, you will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one while I was getting dressed this morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly: "Mommy, why do you have hair on your heiney?" (Altho she does know the correct terminology, she refers to vaginas as heineys.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Because I'm a mommy and mommy's have hair on their vaginas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly: Thinks for a minute and says, "Does _______'s mommy have hair on her heiney?" (Name omitted to spare the innocent.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So, are you ready for breakfast?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I AM in trouble because she's only 3 1/2. Lord help me when we hit the teenaged years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-8339029343337090413?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/8339029343337090413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=8339029343337090413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/8339029343337090413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/8339029343337090413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/07/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-8144018170766812914</id><published>2008-07-22T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:17:02.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh!</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling kinda bleh the past few days. Might have something to do with the 95+ temps we've been having. It's been too hot for the pool even. So the kids and I have been inside too much and we all know what happens with a mom and three crazy kids stuck in the house. Insanity! I took them out back for a bit this afternoon and the mosquitoes were biting and it was hot and humid. We quickly came back inside. Tomorrow we are heading to &lt;a href="http://www.moonbounceadventures.com/"&gt;MoonBounce&lt;/a&gt;, our favorite indoor, cool, burn off lots of energy, spot. &lt;br /&gt;So I survived the Mothers of Multiples picnic on Sunday, in the blazing heat no less. Multiple multiples running around. All were pretty good except my two. Flooding the powder room and peeing on the deck were their big performances. You know its bad when another mother of twins says, "My, you've got your hands full." *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;VBS was great last week. In fact, I think I've found another one for the first week in August. Something has to get me through until September!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-8144018170766812914?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/8144018170766812914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=8144018170766812914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/8144018170766812914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/8144018170766812914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/07/bleh.html' title='Bleh!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-4797809699472955270</id><published>2008-07-11T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:54:17.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've found my roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.com/search/label/THAT%20Family%20Tree"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/thatbutton.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently came upon a blog called &lt;a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.com/"&gt;We are THAT family&lt;/a&gt; and it really struck a chord with me. Cuz see, we are THAT family too. The one that everyone whispers about when they see us coming and talks about when we leave. (Come on, I know you do!) We are crazy, wild, loud, chaotic, funny, energetic, and always have an adventure (or ER story) to share. I KNEW there had to be other families out there like us and well, now I've found one. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-4797809699472955270?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/4797809699472955270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=4797809699472955270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/4797809699472955270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/4797809699472955270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-found-my-roots.html' title='I&apos;ve found my roots'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-622368790930819862</id><published>2008-07-09T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:50:46.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick!</title><content type='html'>Yep, I've been MIA the past few days as the girls ended up with some weird summer virus. Kate started on Sunday with a fever. Layed on the couch all day and wasn't eating. Sunday night by 10 PM Molly was burning up too. Thank goodness Kevin was off on Monday as Molly began the barf fest Monday morning. She barfed many times over the next 24 hours. Monday night/Tues morning I was up from 1-5AM with poor barfing Mols. PopPop brought some Coke over on Tues at lunchtime. I gave some to Mols and her stomach settled and she seemed to perk up. By Tuesday evening, the girls were back to their normal hi-jinks. So today I needed to get them &lt;strong&gt;out of the house&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! We had been in all weekend and had a major case of cabin fever. It was a rainy day so no pool. Boo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ventured out to the &lt;a href="http://www.delmnh.org/"&gt;Delaware Museum of Natural History&lt;/a&gt;. The kids had fun. They especially liked the cave with bats in it. Tho, I had to reassure them a few times that they weren't real. All was pretty good until Kev called looking for us and the kids were trying to climb on one of the exhibits. One of the curators came over and told them not to climb. It was then that I decided we needed to make our exit. Still being early enough in the day, still rainy and my kids still having TOO much energy, I decided to take them to McDonald's for lunch. We went to the one with the super big play place. We had lunch and the kids ran and ran. We bumped into a friend from FSMOM and her twin boys. Ryan had a blast playing with "C" and "C". It was nice to chat while the kiddos played. &lt;br /&gt;Naps ended out our day and I was able to get some stuff accomplished around the house. I even cooked dinner tonight. For those who don't know, I can sure keep a  clean house and I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; cook, I just don't do it much. Love to eat, hate to cook, that's me. With three picky kids who almost never eat what I make, we do pretty simple dinners around here. Ryan didn't eat dinner tonight and even passed on dessert. He was feeling a bit warm and &lt;strong&gt;asked&lt;/strong&gt; to go to bed. I think we're on to round 3 of the virus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the 4th of July parade: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2654717082/" title="Waiting for the parade to start by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3036/2654717082_28e8af551b.jpg" width="500" height="411" alt="Waiting for the parade to start" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2654716870/" title="Gam and Ry by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3227/2654716870_c7d39dacb6.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="Gam and Ry" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2653889935/" title="Here it comes by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3244/2653889935_a8e57deb3b.jpg" width="500" height="419" alt="Here it comes" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2653889223/" title="Firetrucks by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3112/2653889223_00431df17f.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="Firetrucks" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2654714376/" title="Ry by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/2654714376_739a7b8145.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="Ry" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2654714276/" title="&amp;quot;I got some candy!&amp;quot; by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3281/2654714276_22fa234c67.jpg" width="273" height="500" alt="&amp;quot;I got some candy!&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2653887555/" title="Blue tongue by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/2653887555_55eb9d3120.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="Blue tongue" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-622368790930819862?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/622368790930819862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=622368790930819862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/622368790930819862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/622368790930819862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick.html' title='Sick!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3036/2654717082_28e8af551b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-5086544635988134289</id><published>2008-07-04T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T08:52:01.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!</title><content type='html'>Gam and Pop Pop took Ryan for an overnight last night, so the girls are and I are hanging out today. Kevin is at work. We will all meet up for the parade this afternoon. Hopefully the weather cooperates. It's looking a bit dark and the forecast is calling for rain. It always rains for the 4th parade. I am packing my camera so hopefully I'll have some pics to share later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-5086544635988134289?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/5086544635988134289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=5086544635988134289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/5086544635988134289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/5086544635988134289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-1716682917686602526</id><published>2008-07-01T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:45:54.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My kids ARE the funniest</title><content type='html'>So I mentioned the other day my kids discussing my coffee habit. Today they were playing drive thru. We have a half brick wall on one side of our deck. Kate was behind the wall while Molly and Ryan were "driving their cars" aka tricycles. Ryan pulled up and said "I'll take mine with 4 splenda." Kate handed him a cup and off he went. Molly was next and got "lots of coffee"! It was so darn cute and so funny. I was literally cracking up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight after dinner they got some &lt;a href="http://www.typetive.com/candyblog/item/lifesaver_gummies/"&gt;Gummi Savers &lt;/a&gt; for dessert. They like to wear them as rings, stretch them out and generally play with them. Ryan took one, stretched it out and put it over his top lip saying, "Look at me, I'm Pop Pop!" In case you don't know...Pop Pop sports a 'stash. Again, major giggles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more giggle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Popsicle Gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SGsGoA4srtI/AAAAAAAAARI/NMC0IEieOG8/s1600-h/DSC_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SGsGoA4srtI/AAAAAAAAARI/NMC0IEieOG8/s320/DSC_0085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218271877741194962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering, that's a TBall tee on Ryan's arm. He thinks he's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Optimus_Prime"&gt;Optimus Prime&lt;/a&gt; these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-1716682917686602526?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/1716682917686602526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=1716682917686602526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/1716682917686602526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/1716682917686602526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-kids-are-funniest.html' title='My kids ARE the funniest'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9J7xgQBMcJw/SGsGoA4srtI/AAAAAAAAARI/NMC0IEieOG8/s72-c/DSC_0085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-7280979178643329865</id><published>2008-06-29T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:41:42.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Kate thinks ham belongs</title><content type='html'>or other crazy places a three year old would put stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm at the pool this afternoon and get a call from Kevin (who stayed behind to cut the grass and get dinner ready). He says "Ask Molly what she did with the ham." Apparently the kids were helping put groceries away earlier in the day. So I ask Molly if she put the ham away. "No, Kate did." "Okay. Kate, where did you put the ham away?" Kate giggles and says, "With the cereal bars." Yep, the ham was not in the frig but in the cabinet with the cereal bars. Good thing Kev was looking for pasta for dinner or there it would have sat until tomorrow. And yes, poor Molly is the first one that comes to mind when things are missing as she is the master sneaker. She is ALWAYS into something! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gam came along with us to the pool today.  The kids had a ball showing off their skills and were very tired as a result. I think Kate was asleep before her head even hit the pillow. During the "Little Boy" tonight, Ryan got a grin on his face and started to get up. I asked, "Ryan, was Tootie Man going to pay me another visit?" He just laughed and laughed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-7280979178643329865?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/7280979178643329865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=7280979178643329865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/7280979178643329865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/7280979178643329865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-kate-thinks-ham-belongs.html' title='Where Kate thinks ham belongs'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-1339300660336412422</id><published>2008-06-26T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:57:05.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Tootie Man</title><content type='html'>So Ryan and I have this very sweet bed time routine of talking about "The little boy named Ryan." It starts out, "Once upon a time there was a little boy named Ryan. He had two sisters named..." This is where Ryan pipes in, "Molly and Kate". "So the little boy had a good day...." This is something we've been doing for years and we snuggle and cuddle and it is so sweet. Except for tonight. My son got up, stuck his butt in my face and farted, declaring himself "Mr. Tootie Man". Nice, huh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim lessons were called due to thunder today. We got all dressed and ready, went to the pool only to have the lifeguards say, "No lessons, thunder." Good grief, do they not realize all the work that goes into getting &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; kids ready for swim lessons?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the post office instead by way of Dunkin Donuts. I LOVE coffee and my kids  def know it. We go to the DD drive thru and I order my large coffee with cream and four splenda. My kids always say, "Mooom, why do you always get the same thing? " My response, "'Cuz I love it!" It's so funny because then this leads to a ten minute discussion about how when they are grown ups they are going to drink coffee and do whatever they want because they are grown ups. Can you tell we've been discussing why kids have to listen to their parents, follow rules, do chores, etc. etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I promised myself I would get to bed early so, Bon Nuit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-1339300660336412422?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/1339300660336412422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=1339300660336412422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/1339300660336412422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/1339300660336412422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/06/mr-tootie-man.html' title='Mr. Tootie Man'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-4789543017828968069</id><published>2008-06-24T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:32:45.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap day</title><content type='html'>We started out the day at the pool and ended it with some much needed naps. I think the kids were overly tired from all of our pool time lately. With very little cajoling, they all took a two hour nap. It was fab as I did too. Then I went out to dinner tonight with my mom and my aunt, so Kevin was left to deal with the kids who'd napped today and didn't want to go to bed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #2 of swim lessons went well with one small exception. Kate decided she didn't like the &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt; instructor, she only wanted &lt;strong&gt;boys&lt;/strong&gt;. So she cried the entire lesson. What is with this child and the boy obsession? I thought boy craziness didn't start until they were teenagers. I think I am very afraid of life with teenaged girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-4789543017828968069?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/4789543017828968069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=4789543017828968069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/4789543017828968069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/4789543017828968069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/06/nap-day.html' title='Nap day'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-7532312778689109280</id><published>2008-06-22T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:50:56.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs versus Princesses</title><content type='html'>So I'm not sure if I've mentioned but Kate is slightly obsessed with dogs and Molly is slightly obsessed with princesses. So much so that at times they fight over who is better, dogs or princesses. "DOGS!" "PRINCESSES!" "DOGS!" "PRINCESSES!" "Okay girls, no fighting, they're both good." To which Kate replies, "I'm not a girl, I'm a boy!" "GIRL!" "BOY!" "GIRL!" "BOY!" "GIRL!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So both girls are potty trained!!!! After 5.5 years of diapers, we are done! Wooo freakin' hoo! We do use nighttime diapers but during the day, big girl panties all the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the day at the pool today. Kevin and my dad power washed the house and the deck. So the kids and I beat it to the pool. My kids have literally turned into fish! They absolutely love the water. Molly is full out putting her head under and trying to swim underwater. Ryan mastered floating on his back and Kate was even getting her face wet. These are the same kids that last week had out and out fits if they got water in their eyes at bath time. We had dinner at the pool, showered them up, came home and they went straight to bed. Very tired fishies=Happy Mama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-7532312778689109280?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/7532312778689109280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=7532312778689109280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/7532312778689109280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/7532312778689109280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/06/dogs-versus-princesses.html' title='Dogs versus Princesses'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-6275276875665484241</id><published>2008-06-20T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:24:23.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day 2008</title><content type='html'>These were Kevin's gifts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In more ways than one. I framed these pictures and they sit on our entertainment center.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2596382784/" title="Daddy by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3098/2596382784_dc768f2385.jpg" width="500" height="348" alt="Daddy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2595548121/" title="Happy Father's Day by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3232/2595548121_32dd821c4e.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="Happy Father's Day" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2595548057/" title="We love you! by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3263/2595548057_a8f023132a.jpg" width="500" height="400" alt="We love you!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a BBQ and our families over. Hilary was here for a visit as well. It was lots of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-6275276875665484241?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/6275276875665484241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=6275276875665484241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/6275276875665484241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/6275276875665484241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-2008.html' title='Father&apos;s Day 2008'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01114369523316219519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3098/2596382784_dc768f2385_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815287187431520161.post-7583964293590842088</id><published>2008-06-20T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:06:40.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playground'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tball'/><title type='text'>Summer time is here</title><content type='html'>We are having a great summer. School is over as is TBall. Now we are all about the pool. The kids love it and so do I! Next week they take swim lessons. Can't wait to see what they learn. I'll have to take my camera to get some pool shots. In the meantime here are some pictures from the end of school and TBall.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite playground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2596210620/" title="Our favorite playground by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3246/2596210620_8df1e0da95.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="Our favorite playground" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Molly and Kate like to spend TBall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2596213126/" title="How Molly and Kate spend their time during TBall by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3127/2596213126_b34c3aa4a0.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="How Molly and Kate spend their time during TBall" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to play too. Maybe next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2595378171/" title="Girls want to play too by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3028/2595378171_ef280c5fc8.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="Girls want to play too" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2595378805/" title="Hit that ball by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/2595378805_ef368519a5.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="Hit that ball" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2595378595/" title="All suited up by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3028/2595378595_24b08725a4.jpg" width="254" height="500" alt="All suited up" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2595378303/" title="Ryan by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/2595378303_757aecbd93.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="Ryan" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate being silly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2596211772/" title="&amp;quot;Look at me!&amp;quot; by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3066/2596211772_8e8e1869a0.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="&amp;quot;Look at me!&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkeying around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2596211564/" title="Monkey bars by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3077/2596211564_798f971c77.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="Monkey bars" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2595377333/" title="Molly by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3255/2595377333_a96914c78f.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="Molly" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and his teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2596210998/" title="Ryan and Miss Nancy by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3085/2596210998_05658e79a2.jpg" width="500" height="329" alt="Ryan and Miss Nancy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and his buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2596210220/" title="Ryan's buddies E and D by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3165/2596210220_6984274652.jpg" width="463" height="500" alt="Ryan's buddies E and D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickles from Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2595378491/" title="Loving Daddy's tickles by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3293/2595378491_a810169ba9.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="Loving Daddy's tickles" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensive Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2595377681/" title="Molly by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3033/2595377681_e8f2feb9ed.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="Molly" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More playground fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2595375791/" title="Kate by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/2595375791_b7337fc07f.jpg" width="500" height="373" alt="Kate" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kdunne_31/2595375885/" title="Ryan is so high by ~*aboy&amp;amp;twins*~, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/2595375885_95fbfc3243.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="Ryan is so high" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815287187431520161-7583964293590842088?l=wearedunne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearedunne.blogspot.com/feeds/7583964293590842088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815287187431520161&amp;postID=7583964293590842088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/7583964293590842088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815287187431520161/posts/default/7583964293590842088'/><link 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