<?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-6609890714949341856</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:56:38.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kichlines</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a wife, mommy, and housekeeper.  I love my life and I wouldn't change it for the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609890714949341856.post-7541224101693777238</id><published>2009-02-07T22:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:54:26.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sickies</title><content type='html'>Well it seems like the whole family is sick right now.  It all started on the day of Nicholas' party.  That was two weeks ago.  I finally went to the doctor yesterday because I woke up with such a horrible sore throat.  I couldn't talk and I felt like there were razor blades in my throat.  The doc said that it seems like it started out as something viral, but it just wasn't going away. So she put me on a Zpack.  Which is just a really strong antibotic.  Hopefully that will do something.  I have to call the ped on Monday and see if they want to see the kids.  I hope not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back we got a Babies R Us ad in the mail and it had a Tinkerbell bed in there.  Well Mckenzie saw it and wanted it immediatly.  Mike told her that in order for her to get it she had to be a big girl and use the potty.  She has been doing amazing.  We haven't really had any problems with it at all.  She only had a couple of accidents, but they weren't anything major. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because she has been doing so well we went today to go get the bed.  It took me and Mike almost 2 hours to get the darn thing together.  GRRR.  When we were done she looked at it then looked at us and went Its perfect!  I love it.  Its beautiful.  God I love that girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-7541224101693777238?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/7541224101693777238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=7541224101693777238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/7541224101693777238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/7541224101693777238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2009/02/sickies.html' title='The Sickies'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-7958840636855712666</id><published>2009-01-16T22:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:34:16.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nicholas!</title><content type='html'>Dear sweet baby boy-&lt;br /&gt;        One year ago today at 4:30pm you were born.  You weighed in at 6lbs 12ozs and were 19 inches long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SXFNMbLEC-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/zR2HbM8Q6-A/s1600-h/DSC01872-blocked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292095912984972258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SXFNMbLEC-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/zR2HbM8Q6-A/s320/DSC01872-blocked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You were/are perfect! I fell in love with you instantly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SXFM0Qt6hpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pYLRgDyE5xA/s1600-h/DSC01882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292095497861498514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SXFM0Qt6hpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pYLRgDyE5xA/s320/DSC01882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your big sister couldn't wait to meet you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SXFMr8kzyxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wZKBiMzcCv0/s1600-h/phone6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292095355015645970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SXFMr8kzyxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wZKBiMzcCv0/s320/phone6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved being in the hospital with you.  It was our special bonding time.  Just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SXFMYAIOi0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/E2rDBnFufVc/s1600-h/phone5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292095012372122434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SXFMYAIOi0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/E2rDBnFufVc/s320/phone5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When you were 4 weeks old you had RSV.  It was severe enough that they admitted you to the hospital.  I'm so sorry mommy wasn't completely in her right state of mind.  I still never left your side.  Thankfully you recovered pretty quickly and you got released on February 14th.  Valentine's day.  That was the best present I ever got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SXFLz0GQhgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YgJzYEt5s1c/s1600-h/016+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292094390667347458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SXFLz0GQhgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YgJzYEt5s1c/s320/016+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You started growing up so fast.  Once you found your toes you would chew on them constantly.  They are some of the smelliest things ever!!!  You get that from your daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SXFLOKswnJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UzxRTwh_CrU/s1600-h/150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292093743899384978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SXFLOKswnJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UzxRTwh_CrU/s320/150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my all-time favoritist picture of you.  Once you learned how to blow raspberries it was all over.  Every time you would look at me and do it my heart would just melt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SXFK4L-wHnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nUDLwsYdGMs/s1600-h/12-27-08+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292093366286163570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SXFK4L-wHnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nUDLwsYdGMs/s320/12-27-08+097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy loves you so much.  Before your sister was born I never thought it was possible to love someone as much as I love you two.  Whenever I'm having a bad day all you have to do is look at me and smile.  You make everything all better.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you pickle, always and forever, no matter what!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-7958840636855712666?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/7958840636855712666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=7958840636855712666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/7958840636855712666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/7958840636855712666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-nicholas.html' title='Happy Birthday Nicholas!'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SXFNMbLEC-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/zR2HbM8Q6-A/s72-c/DSC01872-blocked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609890714949341856.post-2555928175586596509</id><published>2008-12-10T21:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:37:43.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so not ready for this</title><content type='html'>Why mommy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I hear anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday McKenzie poked me in the eye.  I told her not to do it again.  Why mommy?  LOL  Because it hurts thats why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes too cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-2555928175586596509?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/2555928175586596509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=2555928175586596509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/2555928175586596509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/2555928175586596509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-not-ready-for-this.html' title='I&apos;m so not ready for this'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-497473664672265798</id><published>2008-11-16T10:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T10:49:16.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 10 month birthday Nicholas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SSBA7XpazjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RPn4o9JZrDo/s1600-h/11-13-08+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269282952727678514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SSBA7XpazjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RPn4o9JZrDo/s320/11-13-08+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe your 10 months already. Where has the time gone? It seems like just yesterday that I gave birth to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past 10 months you've learned so many things. My favorite of course being to give kisses and say mama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've just recently mastered the art of pulling yourself up. I love watching you explore things that were previously out of your reach. Of course my heart breaks for you everytime you fall and bonk your head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are a champion eater. I've only found one thing that you don't like. But I can't blame you for not liking it. Your mastering being able to pick up small pieces of food and feed yourself. You look so cute when you have puffs stuck all over your arms and chin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can crawl from one end of the room to the other in about 2.2 seconds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you love to destroy whatever your sister is playing with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though McKenzie is always pushing you away from her she still loves you. I sometimes think shes squeezing you to death when she gives you hugs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you pickle. I can't wait to see what you learn to do next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-497473664672265798?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/497473664672265798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=497473664672265798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/497473664672265798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/497473664672265798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-10-month-birthday-nicholas.html' title='Happy 10 month birthday Nicholas'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SSBA7XpazjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RPn4o9JZrDo/s72-c/11-13-08+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609890714949341856.post-8880706041902735535</id><published>2008-11-11T21:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:05:20.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish me luck.</title><content type='html'>We're going to start potty training tomorrow.  I'm just going to take all the diapers away from her.  Hopefully she won't like the sensation of pee running down her legs so she'll use the potty.  *crossing my fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-8880706041902735535?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/8880706041902735535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=8880706041902735535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/8880706041902735535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/8880706041902735535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/wish-me-luck.html' title='Wish me luck.'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-4215312874313365689</id><published>2008-11-10T17:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:47:59.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewww Gross.</title><content type='html'>Mike found 2 ticks on him yesterday.  Today the one got infected.  Its all big and pussy and nasty.  The doc put him on an antibotic.  We're guessing that the tick had some pretty nasty germs on him when he latched on.  EWWWW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-4215312874313365689?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/4215312874313365689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=4215312874313365689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/4215312874313365689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/4215312874313365689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/ewww-gross.html' title='Ewww Gross.'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-8440261255647717164</id><published>2008-11-08T22:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:23:51.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He claps!</title><content type='html'>For the first time yesterday I saw Nicholas clapping.  My baby is getting so big.  He claps and hes pulling up.  Granted hes only pulling himself up to his knees, but still!  I love that little guy.  I'm trying to get him clapping on video.  When I do i'll be sure to post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-8440261255647717164?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/8440261255647717164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=8440261255647717164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/8440261255647717164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/8440261255647717164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/he-claps.html' title='He claps!'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-7007837507777359275</id><published>2008-11-05T21:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:51:47.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wenesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SRJbnrmiK4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/q47Xo51QC0o/s1600-h/DSC02705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371651626904450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SRJbnrmiK4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/q47Xo51QC0o/s320/DSC02705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SRJbnZUFncI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SF5yuEWnXqI/s1600-h/DSC02691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371646717697474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SRJbnZUFncI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SF5yuEWnXqI/s320/DSC02691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SRJbnFDPzcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PyHf7ozdlwc/s1600-h/DSC02676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371641278352834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SRJbnFDPzcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PyHf7ozdlwc/s320/DSC02676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-7007837507777359275?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/7007837507777359275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=7007837507777359275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/7007837507777359275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/7007837507777359275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/wordless-wenesday.html' title='Wordless Wenesday'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SRJbnrmiK4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/q47Xo51QC0o/s72-c/DSC02705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609890714949341856.post-1535229717269739620</id><published>2008-10-02T13:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:37:35.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We need new friends</title><content type='html'>I'm done.  I can't take the onesidedness (is that even a word) anymore.  Everything has to be your way or no way.  I just feel bad for the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-1535229717269739620?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1535229717269739620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=1535229717269739620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/1535229717269739620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/1535229717269739620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-need-new-friends.html' title='We need new friends'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-5481512448325346325</id><published>2008-09-12T22:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:32:37.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please go sign this petition!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/CureChildhoodCancer"&gt;http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/CureChildhoodCancer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to help raise awareness for Childhood Cancer.  We need a cure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-5481512448325346325?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/5481512448325346325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=5481512448325346325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/5481512448325346325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/5481512448325346325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/please-go-sign-this-petition.html' title='Please go sign this petition!!!!'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-797977199248461494</id><published>2008-08-07T22:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:47:10.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Claws and Paws</title><content type='html'>Claws and Paws is up near the poconos and well its really really nice there.  They have tigers and lions and panthers and well just about everything.  You can feed the giraffe and you can also feed the lory parrots.  You can go into the turtle corral and pet them.  They also have a petting zoo that you can feed the sheep, goats and deer.  It was alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kenzie petting the turtles, she was kind of afraid of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuydm_9z7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/7rzJjDIsVfI/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231971613875752882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuydm_9z7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/7rzJjDIsVfI/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenzie looking at the meercats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuyd11Bs4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/utN0oEpCKmU/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231971617856402306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuyd11Bs4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/utN0oEpCKmU/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me feeding the giraffe a carrot.  Kenzie wanted nothing to do with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuydyBZaeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7pdpuS5DvZs/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231971616834546146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuydyBZaeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7pdpuS5DvZs/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and Kenzie watching the otters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuyG2AoN9I/AAAAAAAAADg/Ch66xjUIhVI/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231971222768072658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuyG2AoN9I/AAAAAAAAADg/Ch66xjUIhVI/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was one of the lions.  The other one was taking a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuyHG-p8RI/AAAAAAAAADo/lY_ODvu51ik/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231971227323199762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuyHG-p8RI/AAAAAAAAADo/lY_ODvu51ik/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenzie pretending to be a bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuyIA-aw9I/AAAAAAAAADw/tWJD8029Z-A/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231971242891461586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuyIA-aw9I/AAAAAAAAADw/tWJD8029Z-A/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddys the mommy kangaroo and kenzies the baby.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuyIekcHQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/v4yQE8Eacxk/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231971250835561730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuyIekcHQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/v4yQE8Eacxk/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and Kenzie in front of the Camel.  The black leopard was right across from the camel and he was coughing up a hair ball.  Its the most God awful noise i've ever heard.  Thats why McKenzie is covering her ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuyIW6mb5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UshVAr64D1s/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231971248781029266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuyIW6mb5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UshVAr64D1s/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This place was a lot fun and we hope to go back again next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.clawsandpaws.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-797977199248461494?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/797977199248461494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=797977199248461494' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/797977199248461494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/797977199248461494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/08/claws-and-paws.html' title='Claws and Paws'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuydm_9z7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/7rzJjDIsVfI/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609890714949341856.post-2899068754187411363</id><published>2008-08-07T22:21:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:36:55.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddies photo shoot</title><content type='html'>Nicholas looooooveeessss his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuwi4snHXI/AAAAAAAAADI/oE_8Atgn74Q/s1600-h/018+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231969505502502258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuwi4snHXI/AAAAAAAAADI/oE_8Atgn74Q/s320/018+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And eating his hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuwjMNroWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vqL0np1RWH0/s1600-h/019+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231969510741483874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuwjMNroWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vqL0np1RWH0/s320/019+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuwjokE3yI/AAAAAAAAADY/m9kvLcJpqJ8/s1600-h/020+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231969518351605538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuwjokE3yI/AAAAAAAAADY/m9kvLcJpqJ8/s320/020+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See no evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuv4y6bKZI/AAAAAAAAACg/elCcvYNjuM4/s1600-h/012+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231968782395320722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuv4y6bKZI/AAAAAAAAACg/elCcvYNjuM4/s320/012+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hear no evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuv5LNRkMI/AAAAAAAAACo/uaYkbg6g0cw/s1600-h/013+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231968788916834498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuv5LNRkMI/AAAAAAAAACo/uaYkbg6g0cw/s320/013+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuv5Bh9kAI/AAAAAAAAACw/FqHlq2qLbwI/s1600-h/015+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231968786319249410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuv5Bh9kAI/AAAAAAAAACw/FqHlq2qLbwI/s320/015+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuv5YWO8MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VS3-LVIkQgU/s1600-h/016+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231968792444072130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuv5YWO8MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VS3-LVIkQgU/s320/016+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuv5jGRG9I/AAAAAAAAADA/Y0sQYAjL5gI/s1600-h/017+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231968795329895378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuv5jGRG9I/AAAAAAAAADA/Y0sQYAjL5gI/s320/017+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speak no evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuvXgxlAfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/J-3-T4iRbDU/s1600-h/007+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231968210590695922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuvXgxlAfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/J-3-T4iRbDU/s320/007+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, daddy showed her that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuvX4eF3cI/AAAAAAAAACA/31POPvm3l5g/s1600-h/008+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231968216951414210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuvX4eF3cI/AAAAAAAAACA/31POPvm3l5g/s320/008+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuvYNlyhKI/AAAAAAAAACI/EfWLPg6pdbc/s1600-h/009+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231968222620845218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuvYNlyhKI/AAAAAAAAACI/EfWLPg6pdbc/s320/009+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nice mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuvYd5hkwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MgdZqk55vLk/s1600-h/010+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231968226998588162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuvYd5hkwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MgdZqk55vLk/s320/010+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuvYUFs59I/AAAAAAAAACY/nrYhg3-CnAg/s1600-h/011+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231968224365307858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuvYUFs59I/AAAAAAAAACY/nrYhg3-CnAg/s320/011+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuucSfNYOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/chDa3an4KZg/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231967193143271650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuucSfNYOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/chDa3an4KZg/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuuchPzksI/AAAAAAAAABY/chCuf3SiwQ0/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231967197105197762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuuchPzksI/AAAAAAAAABY/chCuf3SiwQ0/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Weeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuuc1pBq8I/AAAAAAAAABg/2QVeIiHOxSs/s1600-h/004+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231967202579688386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuuc1pBq8I/AAAAAAAAABg/2QVeIiHOxSs/s320/004+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuuc5XKm7I/AAAAAAAAABo/CGwau3QqSnw/s1600-h/005+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231967203578518450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuuc5XKm7I/AAAAAAAAABo/CGwau3QqSnw/s320/005+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuudG77zLI/AAAAAAAAABw/9Ck6s5JZMpg/s1600-h/006+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231967207222398130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuudG77zLI/AAAAAAAAABw/9Ck6s5JZMpg/s320/006+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one wasen't part of the "photo shoot", but it was cute, so I put it in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuuC5KjPfI/AAAAAAAAABI/_68N_OBhEf8/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231966756849008114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuuC5KjPfI/AAAAAAAAABI/_68N_OBhEf8/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-2899068754187411363?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/2899068754187411363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=2899068754187411363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/2899068754187411363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/2899068754187411363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/08/daddies-photo-shoot.html' title='Daddies photo shoot'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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/_vRZkBK-h7N4/SJuwi4snHXI/AAAAAAAAADI/oE_8Atgn74Q/s72-c/018+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609890714949341856.post-7470049039276063050</id><published>2008-08-07T21:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:59:16.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>feedjit</title><content type='html'>From looking at the feedjit on my site I've been noticing alot of places that i'm not sure who it is.  So if you read my blog, comment and let me know who you are and where your from. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-7470049039276063050?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/7470049039276063050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=7470049039276063050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/7470049039276063050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/7470049039276063050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/08/feedjit.html' title='feedjit'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-3392061145595259746</id><published>2008-07-23T20:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:41:28.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We have teeth!</title><content type='html'>Its official. On Saturday Nick was eating my hand like normal and I felt something a little sharp. I pried his mouth open and there it was. His first tooth. Then on Sunday I looked again and the other front bottom tooth was through too. I'm so lucky to have two easy teethers. Besides chewing on their hands they don't really have any problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hes also on the move. No, hes not crawling yet, but he is rolling everywhere. I found him earlier today half wedged under the couch. He did not look comfy. He is growing up so fast. It seems like just yesterday that he was still in my belly. WOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-3392061145595259746?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/3392061145595259746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=3392061145595259746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/3392061145595259746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/3392061145595259746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-have-teeth.html' title='We have teeth!'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-1861801729907744315</id><published>2008-07-16T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:18:16.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>slideshow</title><content type='html'>div style="width:400px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w33.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w33.photobucket.com/albums/d73/alicia827/c83a11fd.pbw" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=87" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s33.photobucket.com/albums/d73/alicia827/?action=view&amp;current=c83a11fd.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-1861801729907744315?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1861801729907744315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=1861801729907744315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/1861801729907744315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/1861801729907744315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/07/slideshow.html' title='slideshow'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-8632190417974111194</id><published>2008-07-16T12:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:15:35.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy</title><content type='html'>We've been really really busy lately.  McKenzie has VBS in Hellertown, so we've been going up to the IL's everynight.  Which is nice.  We have some company coming to stay the weekend with us, so i've also been cleaning like there is no tomorrow.  I hate cleaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we also found yesterday that my wonderful kinda-sorta brother who is also my neighbor was stealing cable from us.  I'm pissed.  He denies it.  Big surprise.  Sucks for him that it was the cable guy who figured it out.  LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update again later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-8632190417974111194?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/8632190417974111194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=8632190417974111194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/8632190417974111194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/8632190417974111194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-busy.html' title='busy busy'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-6118733400125784254</id><published>2008-07-05T16:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:17:50.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhh</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to give everyone a heads up about the logelin blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you will need tissues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second he does curse, which to me is understandable with everything he has been through lately.  But just in case you are particularly sensitive to language I wanted to let you know first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-6118733400125784254?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/6118733400125784254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=6118733400125784254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/6118733400125784254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/6118733400125784254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/07/ohhh.html' title='ohhh'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-1361707108738817445</id><published>2008-07-05T16:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:13:40.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The logelin family</title><content type='html'>So I just found out about this family.  Matt, Liz and Madeline.  Within 27 hours this family had a birth and a death.  Madeline was born on March 24, 2008 and on the 25th Liz passed away from a pulmonary embolism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hits home for me.  That could have been me.  I could be dead right now.  Mike could be alone raising our 2 beautiful children by himself........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.mattlogelin.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-1361707108738817445?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1361707108738817445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=1361707108738817445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/1361707108738817445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/1361707108738817445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/07/logelin-family.html' title='The logelin family'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-8333036483034136872</id><published>2008-07-05T16:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:10:45.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>big girl bed</title><content type='html'>1 1/2 weeks ago I went up to my MILs house to get the toddler bed that someone had given us before McKenzie was even born.  I figured it was time.  She did amazingly great in it for the first 4 or 5 nights.  Then it went downhill.  Unfortantly we live next door to a very annoying resteraunt/bar that doesn't close until 2:30am.  So every night we deal with loud drunk ppl outside.  Normally it doesn't wake Kenzie up and if it does its only for a second and she goes right back to sleep.  Well since she was in her BGB she could get out.  So she was getting out of bed and coming into our room.  We would take her back to her bed and sometimes even lay down with her.  She would not fall back asleep.  Eventually because we were to exhausted to keep trying we would just bring her into our bed where she would lay there talking to herself for hours.  She would also pull my hair and tickle mike.  Not so much normally, even less fun at 3 in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOO the point of this is that Kenzies BGB got revoked.  Yup.  She is now back in her crib.  The funny part was that when I started to put her crib back together she got sooooo excited.   I think she missed it.   So everything is back to normal now.  Thank goodness.  I couldn't take anymore sleepless nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-8333036483034136872?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/8333036483034136872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=8333036483034136872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/8333036483034136872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/8333036483034136872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-girl-bed.html' title='big girl bed'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-2009641042652103716</id><published>2008-06-22T23:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:45:39.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Hero</title><content type='html'>I have to say that this game absolutly rocks!  For the longest time I kept saying that I would never play it because I just didn't see a point to it.  Well a couple of months ago our neighbor bought Rock Band for PS2 and we all fell in love with it.  So I figured we would try out guitar hero.  We went and got it today.  I was all excited because I was price shopping online and sears has it for 59 bucks instead of the normal 89.  But of course the closest store to me that had it in stock was in Coral Springs, FL.  Ya, let me just hop in the car and drive 15oo miles!!!!! LOL.  So we went out and bought a newspaper to see if sears had it listed in their weekly tab.  They did! So we took the ad to walmart and got it there for 59 bucks!  But of course we then had to buy another guitar so both me and Mike could play at the same time.  That ran us another 50 bucks.  Yowzers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this little article type thing today about Sheriff Joe Arpaio.  From what I read I can already say that I am def a fan of his.  Heres a little background on him, hes the sheriff who made a "tent city" jail.  Basically the inmates live outside in tent type things.  In Arizona no less.  I think this is awesome.  He also makes them be on chain gangs.  He wanted to take away their cable TV too, but found out that it is a law that they have it, so he only lets them watch the disney channel and the weather channel.  NO smoking, NO porn.  Finally someone who realizes that we as tax payers shouldn't be responsible for paying for rapists and murders and theives, ect.  Now if we could just get alot more "jails" like this one!  I know that if I had to live in a "tent" jail I'd be alot less likely to commit another crime that would put me back there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the update on the kids.  They are doing pretty good. All of Kenzies 2yr molars are almost through.  I can not wait until they are all in.  1 1/2 more to go.  Hopefully she'll stop being so freaking cranky.  I love the girl to death but she has a temper.  I don't know who she gets that from though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas is getting so big.  Hes almost ready to start solids.  I like to wait until they are atleast 6  months old.  So almost there.  He has thrush pretty bad.  I just can't get rid of it.  Hes been on the antiboitic for 20 days now and nothing.  I'm going to try something new tomorrow.  I just have to go to the store and buy it.  Thanks to all my ladies on the cranbaby board who suggested it to me.  I'm praying this will finally kick the thrush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got his jumperoo out the other day.  He loves it.  He doesn't quite get the jumping concept of it yet, but he can sway himself back and forth and make the music go off so hes cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that once Mike gets me either new camera batteries or a new camera I will get some pics on here.  Its been a while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-2009641042652103716?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/2009641042652103716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=2009641042652103716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/2009641042652103716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/2009641042652103716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/06/guitar-hero.html' title='Guitar Hero'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-5406007324828575235</id><published>2008-06-12T23:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:47:27.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-oh momma uh-oh</title><content type='html'>McKenzie has a new phrase that she says all the time now.  uh-oh mommy uh-oh.  She has this funny little face that she makes whenever she says it too.  I'm trying to get a picture of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot has happened since the last time I updated.  We went to New York for a week.  It was fun.  We were in Auburn NY which has to be one of the most boringist towns EVER!!!!  Seriously, they had a diner there that closed at 4pm everyday.  Seriously a diner that closes at 4!!!!  We did take the kids up to Rochester on day to go to the Strong National Museum of Play.  They had alot of fun there and I must say even I had fun.  I think one of Kenzies favorite parts was the mini Wegmans.  Everything they had was kid sized.  The kids went in and they could get there own little cart and go shopping for food.  The "food" was the actually packaging of foods.  Then they could take it to the register and put it on the belt and ring it up.  They would actually get a real receipt.  It was pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL Austin Powers Goldmember is on and i'm just kind of listening to it.  They were just at the part where Austin sees ben savages mole.  LOL  Mole, Mole, you have a MOLE!!!  Its pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nicholas is trying to sit up on his own now.  He will be 5 months on Wednesday.  Its going by so fast.  I feel bad for the poor kid though.  He has second child syndrome.  You know, the one where the first child gets nine bazillion pictures taken of them, but the second one get likes none.  I mean seriously Mike took over 200 of McKenzie in the hospital.  Nicholas had about 20 taken of him.  Oh well.  As long as he knows that we do love him everything should be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a membership to our local pool this year.  We've already gone alot.  Kenzie loves it.  They have a kiddie pool that is only a foot deep and she loves to run around and play.  She of course has fallen a couple of times and gone under.  But once she coughs up all the water and gets a hug from me or Mike shes back to running around again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post some pictures tomorrow.  I'm to tired to do it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-5406007324828575235?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/5406007324828575235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=5406007324828575235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/5406007324828575235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/5406007324828575235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/06/uh-oh-momma-uh-oh.html' title='Uh-oh momma uh-oh'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-1036621240168329865</id><published>2008-04-29T23:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:23:20.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No way Jose!!!</title><content type='html'>wow I can't believe how fast Nicholas is growing.  Hes already 3 1/2 months old.  He weighs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aprox&lt;/span&gt; 13 lbs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; more then double his birth weight!!!  Hes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chunker&lt;/span&gt;!!  We weighed McKenzie today too and shes only 22lbs.  Nicholas is going to be so my bigger then her, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having such a hard time getting her to eat.  I just keep saying that she won't starve herself.  All she wants to eat are animal crackers and Bananas.  Granted the bananas aren't bad for her, but its not good for her to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of them either.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GRRR&lt;/span&gt;.  Hopefully she'll start to eat more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything around here is going good.  We did the MS walk on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;.  That was quite exhausting.  It was 5.5 miles and we walked the whole thing.  It felt so good though.  I can't wait to be able to get out and walk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more.  The weather just needs to get &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; warmer and we'll be good to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-1036621240168329865?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1036621240168329865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=1036621240168329865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/1036621240168329865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/1036621240168329865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-way-jose.html' title='No way Jose!!!'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-3709267955235406116</id><published>2008-03-31T22:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:15:12.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Kichline!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, you read that right, me and Mike finally got married last tuesday. YAY!!! It was only a small ceremony at the local courthouse. My mom, his parents and our best friends were there. Along with mckenzie and nicholas. I wasen't stressed at all during the day, in fact I even went about my normal routine of cleaning and taking care of the kids. But then suddenly 2:30 came and I started to panic. I had to get a shower, so did mike and the kids needed baths. I only had 1 and 1/2 hour to get ready. We did succeed though. But right as we were getting ready to walk out the door I realized that we didn't have the rings with us. So I go upstairs to get them and they are not where I had left them. So I call Sarah, mikes mom and my mom upstairs and we tear our bedroom apart. We never did find them in time. I was sooooo upset. I knew that we'd find them 5 minutes after we got home. And guess what we did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184105668731012578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/R_Gko57NBeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/W4keiLgsAyA/s320/DSC01968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicholas is getting so big. He can roll over from tummy to back. He has also started smiling alot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184106106817676786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/R_GlCZ7NBfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/s167F6D9N7E/s320/DSC01985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mckenzie is such a little mommy. I'm not really allowed to do anything for nicholas except change his diaper. She gets so mad at me if I feed him. She wants to be the one to do that. Its really cute though. I was so worried that she wouldn't like him, but she does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went and got some professional pictures taken on saturday. I can't wait to go and pick them up. It was a very tiring process. Mckenzie didn't want to really cooperate, she only wanted to play on the rocking horse that they had there. Nicholas did pretty good, but he didn't want to hold his head up when he was on his tummy. We still got a lot of good shots though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited for spring to finally be here. I can't wait for it to warm up just a little more though. I want to be able to take walks everyday and to go to the park . I've got a lot of baby weight to lose!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture of Mckenzie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/R_Gj_J7NBdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0ALES4fr0ZE/s1600-h/DSC01966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184104951471474130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/R_Gj_J7NBdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0ALES4fr0ZE/s320/DSC01966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vRZkBK-h7N4/R_Gj_J7NBdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0ALES4fr0ZE/s1600-h/DSC01966.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-3709267955235406116?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/3709267955235406116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=3709267955235406116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/3709267955235406116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/3709267955235406116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/03/mrs-kichline.html' title='Mrs. Kichline!'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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/_vRZkBK-h7N4/R_Gko57NBeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/W4keiLgsAyA/s72-c/DSC01968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609890714949341856.post-1068983433957131785</id><published>2008-03-25T00:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:20:37.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>So I don't have alot of time to update right now as it is midnight and I should be in bed sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to let everyone know that I am walking for MS this year.  If anyone would like to sponser me, please let me know and I will tell you how.  Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'll update tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-1068983433957131785?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1068983433957131785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=1068983433957131785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/1068983433957131785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/1068983433957131785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/03/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-2359158474125577795</id><published>2008-03-04T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:19:48.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;So I haven't updated in a while.  We've been through alot in the past month and a half. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Nicholas was born on January 16th, 2008.  He was 6lbs and 12ozs 19 inches.  He had some major jaundice so for almost a week and a half we were going to the hospital everyday to get his blood test done. It got a little scary there for a little bit.  His levels were getting pretty high.  But thankfully they came down and he didn't have to be hospitalized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Then on February 4th I ended up going to the hospital because I was having extreme back and shoulder pain. We thought that I had just pulled a muscle in my back.  Well the immediately took me back to a room.  The doc came in and examined me.  He said he thought I either had a kidney stone or a gallstone.  Okay, not a big deal, I can deal with that.  He sent me for a CAT scan and the results came back saying that I had Pneumonia.  He said he didn't like that because he didn't hear anything going on in my lungs so he sent me for another CAT scan this time with the IV contrast stuff.  Well he gets the results.  They aren't good.  I have a giant blood clot in my right lung.  I was in so much pain because part of my lung had died.  So I was admitted to the hospital for a week and put on blood thinners.  I was also on some pretty heavy duty pain killers, such as Dilantin, Morphine, Vicodin, Percocets.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;We also have recently found out that I have a blood disorder called Protein S Deficiency.  Which basically means that my blood clots more then it supposed too. So I'm going to have to be on Coumodin for the rest of my life.  But I will still be able to lead a normal life, which makes me okay with having to be on the meds forever.   I'd rather be alive then dead.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;So anyway, back to my PE story.  I was discharged from the hospital on Friday the 8th.  On Saturday morning I woke up and just cried and cried and cried.  I didn't know what was wrong with me.  Well that night I ended up going back to the ER that night because I was in a lot of pain again.  I thankfully was okay and nothing new had developed so I sent home with some more pain meds.  On Sunday I cried some more.  I couldn't take it.  Me and Mike were watching TV and a commercial came on about Post Pardom Depression.  As soon as I saw it I knew that was what was wrong with me.  So off the ER we went again.  This time it was to talk to the crisis councilors.  All they wanted to do was admit me to the psych ward.  I relunctly agreed.  I thought they would put me on some meds and everything would be okay, I'd be able to go home the next day.  Well as soon I got up there, I immediately wanted to leave.  I had to beg them to release me.  Thankfully they did.  So on Monday mike took me to the crisis center at Doylestown hospital and they put me on meds.  Within 2 days I was feeling better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;On Tuesday the 12th we had to take Nicholas to the Dr. for his cold.  Well it turned out he had RSV.  So we had to take him to the ER so he could get admitted.  He was admitted to the peds unit for 2 days.  Hes all better now though!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;McKenzie took everything okay.  We sent her up to Mikes parents house for almost a week.  She had fun, thats the most important part.   I don't know what I would have done if she would have gotten traumatized by it all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Well its march now and everything is finally back to normal and going good.  I just have to get used to taking a buttload of pills every night.  The hard part is that I have to take the coumodin at the same time every night.  Plus right now I have to go once a week to get my blood drawn to test my INR level.  (it has to be between 2 and 3).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Okay, I think I've typed enough for the night.  I promise to keep up more now that I'm feeling better!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-2359158474125577795?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/2359158474125577795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=2359158474125577795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/2359158474125577795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/2359158474125577795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-while.html' title='its been a while'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-7223305133458314592</id><published>2008-01-14T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:05:57.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm done!  :/</title><content type='html'>Ya right.  I wish I was done.  I have a week left until my due date, but I don't know if I can make it that long.  I'm always tired and i'm always uncomfy.  This little guy is taking up all my room.  I can't walk up the stairs without being out of breath.  Okay, so I had to get that out.  Sorry for the whining.  I've been having contractions for over a week now.  We'll see on wenesday if they have done anything productive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took McKenzie to feed the ducks on Saturday and she had so much fun.  I think we're going to do it every week.  She wanted to be held though.  But I can't really blame her.  The geese came over soon and they get right up to you.  Some of them were bigger then she is!!!  She had no problem throwing them popcorn and bread though.  I forgot the camera, OF COURSE, so i'll have to remember to bring it with us next time we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-7223305133458314592?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/7223305133458314592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=7223305133458314592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/7223305133458314592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/7223305133458314592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m done!  :/'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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-6609890714949341856.post-3927294649828606070</id><published>2008-01-06T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:28:07.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're getting close.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, there is so much going on lately. I'm almost 38 weeks pregnant, which means that this little guy could come at any time now.  I think I finally have everything ready for him.  I just have to get the bassinet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carseat&lt;/span&gt; out of the attic and get our bags packed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was able to get a new vehicle yesterday.  I got an 03 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chevy&lt;/span&gt; venture.  For those who don't know, its a mini-van.  Mike likes it.  He just won't admit it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  He says he like it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more if it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; a van.  But he does agree that a van is the most practical thing for us right now. I'm starting to heal up pretty good.  The bruises from the accident are slowly fading.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Atleast&lt;/span&gt; it doesn't look like I get beat anymore.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Frick&lt;/span&gt; and Dustin are trying to talk me into suing the lady who pulled out in front of me.  I can see their point, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not really sure that I want to do that.  I can't sue for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bodily&lt;/span&gt; injury, not that I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; anyway, it was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of bruising.  If we are going to sue the only thing we are going to sue for is the difference between what her insurance company is giving me for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;camry&lt;/span&gt; and what it is costing us to get a new vehicle.  (Which is only a couple of thousand) I don't know.  I'm going to call the lawyer tomorrow and talk to him, its free for me to that.  Then me and Mike will go from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;McKenzie is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; starting to show her "terrible twos".  Whenever she doesn't get her own way its like all hell has broken loose.  It gets a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt; at times, but I just keep reminding myself that it is the age and the fact that she can't fully verbalize what she wants just yet.  She is adding more and more words to her vocab daily though.  It is amazing to just watch her grow.  I remember the day she was born like it was just yesterday.  She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; tiny.  Now shes turning into my big girl.  Its hard to believe that she really is 2!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609890714949341856-3927294649828606070?l=thekichlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/feeds/3927294649828606070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6609890714949341856&amp;postID=3927294649828606070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/3927294649828606070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6609890714949341856/posts/default/3927294649828606070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekichlines.blogspot.com/2008/01/were-getting-close.html' title='We&apos;re getting close.....'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154209740575195931</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></feed>
