<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-5248788980615942400</id><updated>2024-09-02T02:57:56.431-05:00</updated><category term="Disney"/><category term="Disney world"/><category term="Pixar"/><category term="Thomas the tank engine"/><category term="love"/><category term="snow"/><category term="vacation"/><category term="Mary Poppins"/><category term="babies"/><category term="chicago blizzard"/><category term="kids"/><category term="memories"/><category term="movies"/><category term="snow day"/><category term="trip"/><category term="wishes"/><category term="Christmas"/><category term="Fathers Day"/><category term="Leap Frog"/><category term="New Years Eve"/><category term="New year"/><category term="Santa"/><category term="Shrek"/><category term="animal kingdom"/><category term="baby einsteins"/><category term="birthday"/><category term="buzz lightyear"/><category term="characters"/><category term="chip"/><category term="classical music"/><category term="classics"/><category term="dale"/><category term="darth vader"/><category term="debate"/><category term="disney jr"/><category term="disney rides"/><category term="eeyore"/><category term="elmo"/><category term="epcoy"/><category term="fantasyland"/><category term="five months"/><category term="games"/><category term="gender"/><category term="grandfathers"/><category term="hollywood studios"/><category term="imagination"/><category term="kid show"/><category term="lion king"/><category term="litle einsteins"/><category term="little crushes"/><category term="minnie mouse"/><category term="nighttime"/><category term="piglet"/><category term="potty training"/><category term="preschool"/><category term="presidents"/><category term="puppy love"/><category term="safari"/><category term="shoveling"/><category term="songs"/><category term="star wars"/><category term="storm"/><category term="storm trooper"/><category term="strength"/><category term="tangled"/><category term="third birthday"/><category term="time -outs"/><category term="toy story"/><category term="toys"/><category term="up"/><category term="winnie the pooh"/><title type='text'>1440 minutes..A new mom, a new day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>414</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-206002756649454600</id><published>2014-10-13T21:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2014-10-13T21:22:22.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party of One</title><summary type="text">So life as a mom of two for almost three years now.

OH . MY.

Life has it&#39;s sweet moments. Double the kisses, double the hugs, double the I love yous.
There is also double the I want &amp;nbsp;your attention now screams, double the I don&#39;t want to eat that for dinner, double the &quot;Time for bed&quot; call outs.

I say Party of One since the husband works nights. Therefore it is just me and the boys for at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/206002756649454600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/206002756649454600?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/206002756649454600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/206002756649454600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2014/10/the-party-of-one.html' title='The Party of One'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-726157604493339396</id><published>2013-08-29T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-08-29T12:59:10.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day Of School</title><summary type="text">
   

This is Jack&#39;s friend - whose parents are really super great. At the same time, I was wondering on how they were keeping composed and I was about to burst into tears?



   

Jack and my husband. Right after this photo was taken, Jack turned around and realized he was about to walk into a huge school by himself. He made a pouty lip face and that was when I lost it. Thank God for sunglasses,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/726157604493339396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/726157604493339396?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/726157604493339396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/726157604493339396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-first-day-of-school.html' title='The First Day Of School'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZM6EgBj5OoGw2101gX2sBcM27VP-TpXpWSVkpq8NFD_9GbIWJihbNh3D1l9xJNJu9BHWtitUaoUnWAymWm6aDeaxYYaJdyCDcrqPxDyeHBlGs5vObBxbOAwyfDe2y79iTP0d4LV7OIOw/s72-c/20130821_075206.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-6585497973290928652</id><published>2013-08-18T20:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-08-28T16:51:30.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Full time Of Lectures</title><summary type="text">
This was pretty much the most frustrating weekend. I think at this point we are facing an incredibly hard stage right now. Charlie is at an age where he is learning to talk but also learning how to talk back and fight back.
Jack is at this age where everything is his way. Everything is no, no, no. I find myself constantly just lecturing him and scolding him. Don&#39;t do that. Be gentle. Be nice. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/6585497973290928652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/6585497973290928652?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/6585497973290928652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/6585497973290928652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-full-time-of-lectures.html' title='The Full time Of Lectures'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-7406072438496893798</id><published>2013-08-06T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-08-06T13:40:31.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Summer Weekend</title><summary type="text">
Buster Bunny was going to make an appearance at the Miss Lori show, and then he realized that he was about to go out in a 95 degree summer day. I caught Buster waiting in the wings at the grocery store, catching his last breath of AC air before heading out to the scorching sun.



   



For free fun, take a chance and go to a Miss Lori&#39;s Campus show. It&#39;s a lady from PBS Kids that goes around </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/7406072438496893798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/7406072438496893798?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/7406072438496893798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/7406072438496893798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-best-summer-weekend.html' title='The Best Summer Weekend'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaUJBFKwz09TvcuwWXPRuZDo9ydnCIx3pilTK5Ll6tCYLM3iL4pdZ-q-WJ_6XS7bDXeKnc4wkPVDX883xTrFnan0thvUJAwLAnlduCqBnl92QEUNaZZv49y4OgcsNIaHS7zG_ZAVgi1Pg/s72-c/20130713_114221.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-7224637813475630899</id><published>2013-08-06T13:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2013-08-06T13:21:52.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hard Times</title><summary type="text">
This is a hard post to write. My oldest is going thru some weird phase right now. He discovered something called independence and it really sucks right now. Almost everything is no. No. I don&#39;t want to take a bath. No. I don&#39;t want to eat. No. I&#39;m not going to bed. I&#39;m going to watch tv instead. That last argument is the worst one.
Sometimes he will tell me that he&#39;s not tired but tells me this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/7224637813475630899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/7224637813475630899?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/7224637813475630899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/7224637813475630899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-hard-times.html' title='The Hard Times'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCXi-OveU9OHlw8P5iByN23RGMoZxT6yX1siOM5Ov02gBWevUZSZsYuSzQcMG1ihGwujz-srZ_K3M6KOcp81TyW70m6gzOf8HQKXdV5D5nvMJekWfgCr064ypwSRfOcv0xeCLGwVO8-FQv/s72-c/20130629_142943.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-8806937306078136291</id><published>2013-08-06T13:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-08-06T13:21:20.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Missing Spouse</title><summary type="text">
   



This moment was captured while we were at the Chicago Botanic Gardens on Saturday. Beautiful right? Except that my husband had one kid climbing on his back and I had the other slightly larger and older kid climbing and sliding down my back. Notice our tired faces. Yet, our faces were one of happiness, as in, It&#39;s a gorgeous day, we are out and about, and for once we do not have two kids </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/8806937306078136291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/8806937306078136291?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/8806937306078136291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/8806937306078136291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-missing-spouse.html' title='The Missing Spouse'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSG9JA6Xknjw-qQtt_LGxrne9iG-boJrJPtq6n25LIb993-ObWvzrxI_IVkiqn6f9Azb05PMivxD6XStH01ml9vUkedSl_LEsUfi_AQcvR8AcP4RYEKMzTGKM52SS5bpW-tea9Yu7Oek/s72-c/IMG_20130803_152812.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-2667182790604344759</id><published>2013-07-29T17:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-07-29T17:55:05.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Horrible Day At Work</title><summary type="text">I had the crappiest day at work. It started with a client stating that she never got my emails, yet she was responding back to an email I just sent her. Nice try lady.
I went to eat lunch at the park and that was a big mistake. I saw all these little kids running around with their friends, with their moms. I realized what an absent mom I am. Working. Coming home late. Never took them out to a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/2667182790604344759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/2667182790604344759?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/2667182790604344759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/2667182790604344759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/07/the-most-horrible-day-at-work.html' title='The Most Horrible Day At Work'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBySN3csyAYi4MyVOPaxVdF4rEugdK9jaxg1lRJBrkE3Hx9PaVjY_0GLf7knnpYezNx0gRf1FYJOCWQXZfVrmbHCXkNdLAuWIS4TbHcuLJ1DpZrRCZcmNLlCX9pyCtNMRbYzKPxhHsagI/s72-c/IMG_20130729_132947.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-4777693815989878916</id><published>2013-07-01T16:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-07-01T16:38:13.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Santa&#39;s Village</title><summary type="text">
   



We went to Santa&#39;s Village for my father in law&#39;s birthday. To celebrate his upcoming anniversary of his birth, he wanted the whole Brady Bunch there to be with him. All five grandchildren. It would have been great for him to say &amp;nbsp;&quot;Hey, I would like all kids to myself on this day. You guys go out and relax!&quot;&amp;nbsp;

Not this year...maybe next? However I did get a chance to go on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/4777693815989878916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/4777693815989878916?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/4777693815989878916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/4777693815989878916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/07/the-santas-village.html' title='The Santa&#39;s Village'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicrguLpG0mOH2hcFexSwK05YeMD3eBiMHlssDBFda00OmRUNnQPB4BTfs8fKg3VhRlHks62-w1PdYchmsS4M7Zw_FyXleAELqDzTHkK48OykdoQFKzZj3tu9vrVoP3aVX4Egusk3zvSS4/s72-c/20130630_144236.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-3862718688271345996</id><published>2013-07-01T13:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-07-01T13:23:32.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Movie Day</title><summary type="text">
   



We are always truly thankful to my sister, who is always there when we need her for a few hours or so. For babysitting, for a talk or anything. This time around, she came in and took care of Charlie while Brian , Jack and myself had the rare moment of seeing a movie together. We saw Monsters University, to which Jack loved. As a huge Pixar fan, he would ask months before of when the movie</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/3862718688271345996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/3862718688271345996?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/3862718688271345996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/3862718688271345996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/07/the-movie-day.html' title='The Movie Day'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFG-PyNRS7WstoJbreYZUdO5GvdL7UmSPlUjx9qmJvN3BEbuFihBXOh7Mu8tzIZR6pOagQjkghQH3tZV_FEeonYJm8oQOZML9d1U5qDWjhTA5dq-y_KMVi2tN1BSwbC8-Mk1-PJWVMX8I/s72-c/20130622_143604.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-5518371245229315883</id><published>2013-06-21T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2013-06-21T15:08:49.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bad Dreams</title><summary type="text">
Jack and I had a very intense night last night. He woke me up around 2 am letting me know that he had a bad dream. On instinct and like a robot, I led him back to his room and went to sleep in the extra bed in his room. &amp;nbsp;All the while doing this while my eyes half open. Usually this works and he goes right back to sleep.&amp;nbsp; This time, he stayed awake.&amp;nbsp; I could tell from his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/5518371245229315883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/5518371245229315883?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/5518371245229315883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/5518371245229315883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-bad-dreams.html' title='The Bad Dreams'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmy5K-yHD2CloDuiETC0IcSZWVEUqkS8lO_2i-8hFGGCaVbkcI82PifT6ih1yObxUhKGBAAwXkZkz9l1Fh-6_VJ5NKeF6Ngs1bpscaBWKtlr34lpOW7115LIy0iffk6tdYygXFFisB8ic/s72-c/IMG_20130619_205815.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-3496434904609868484</id><published>2013-06-11T11:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-06-11T11:49:43.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Playground Bully</title><summary type="text">So what do you do when you are at the playground, you see your kid trying to interact with some kid on the playground, and then said kid goes off to tell other kids that your kid is weird? Yet, your kid hasn&#39;t heard this conversation so for all he knows, all is right in the world.

I took my son to the park on Saturday morning and he sees this kid and immediately runs over to him. Hey let me see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/3496434904609868484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/3496434904609868484?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/3496434904609868484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/3496434904609868484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-playground-bully.html' title='The Playground Bully'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-2124266542550418826</id><published>2013-06-06T21:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-06-06T21:53:22.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Attempt Of The Nice Photo</title><summary type="text">I thought- what a good chance to have a nice photo with me and my boys.&amp;#160; Then Jack puts this face.&amp;#160; Truly he has his father&#39;s sense of humor. 
    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/2124266542550418826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/2124266542550418826?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/2124266542550418826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/2124266542550418826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-attempt-of-nice-photo.html' title='The Attempt Of The Nice Photo'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvEbllPOK4cPpPSq_ePy4g2vp3rhAmspU4hpyR5zC6JWrD4mpQ59JhbrvSAxTilBWVczVqHD1MliMnmG-McTQzYFGO7lET4v_Ft6a1mprJYXzSBmKwB5F4-VjZJ6hIotziAkC3U5GXct0/s72-c/20130605_195101.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-2465940891009759240</id><published>2013-06-04T14:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-06-04T14:51:18.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Star Wars Day</title><summary type="text">
   





With Brian being sick last weekend, I took the boys on a Metra adventure over to the Joliet library, where it was Star Wars Day.

&amp;nbsp;Jack has been asking when this day was going to come since he found out about it at the Comic Con convention. Here we were, June 1, it was a sunny and not so humid day.



A lot of favorite moments in this day. I like on the first photo that the evil </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/2465940891009759240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/2465940891009759240?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/2465940891009759240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/2465940891009759240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-star-wars-day.html' title='The Star Wars Day'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKP1eBjrP-uuQb2sg81x2AkP801sWWV5H-ql2ydE4DFiNrYlLubJH0aytv7XCxF0t74WrrAHm6F78JlpVmTwEKHX30u8yhkwNsZG6iA2jGXB6vMmRXt67dFzUgrOK8erHPtruXABxLlI/s72-c/20130601_101040.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-2669611667642461306</id><published>2013-05-31T15:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-31T15:34:44.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning Of Summer</title><summary type="text">
   



Here we are, in the beginnings of what I hope to be a not so hot summer. Jack&#39;s preschool graduation went splendid. Of course , I cried. I cried when the teachers told us that they have changed so much since the first day of school. They had such little baby faces back then, and now they are graduating with what I can only say as fully matured kindergarteners. Jack has changed so much too</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/2669611667642461306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/2669611667642461306?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/2669611667642461306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/2669611667642461306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-beginning-of-summer.html' title='The Beginning Of Summer'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2gjusgXqq4sk4to22SCun9Et_ty8EsL5beoFFhDMrjIs7zOj2yo_wD1YIHG6xbrcaSQNDfxUJIVI2IUTu-fyHivPtUZ59iZ8Zjnl9iW3eeRJHTKdKvm9qf8U0iZZGobjaVLPuxSYiVKU/s72-c/20130524_185112.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-3694529585040536290</id><published>2013-05-13T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-13T16:51:03.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ta-DA!</title><summary type="text">




For now, everything is TA-DA with Charlie. He likes to announce what he has done with a TA-DA!



Ta-DA! I am in the playhouse!



Ta-Da! I climbed up on the sofa all by myself.



Ts-DA! I am standing on the seat and bouncing up and down, with the odds in my favor of pushing this chair over so I can fall and conk my head.




</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/3694529585040536290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/3694529585040536290?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/3694529585040536290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/3694529585040536290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-ta-da.html' title='The Ta-DA!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZj5IOT0PsTal5FLN0A4bj3DzwJdBFy-PiCsBj5NA-kOOfSxHLZcn7rZg4xf7h9i1fC7tlaZa2_TC892q1dJVjJvbzA44S-iVD6L_uTzyvepm0YINJkpgdwkmRSO4vJrkJUMdwga6ILhw/s72-c/Charlie.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-4897058429012682897</id><published>2013-04-30T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-30T16:00:22.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weaning</title><summary type="text">




My little guy will be turning 18 months in May. A year and a half already! So in this time of reflection of where has the time gone, I decided to wean him officially. No more nursing when I come home from work, no more nursing him to sleep, no more nursing when he feels upset.&amp;nbsp;

I haven&#39;t gotten bitten every time I did nurse, contrary to what people think. He would bite occasionally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/4897058429012682897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/4897058429012682897?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/4897058429012682897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/4897058429012682897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-weaning.html' title='The Weaning'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdVuC7ECf60zxUQ70jxG6d40S4ehamHXuBHhC1slXijEy9DuoVl1F4PcdAZyMX5RODeTBCXgdPSDi1LzqmhJbr4lvCSW7SHujYL_kBDZ2EtpdaVJ1SW6CfNf5JLP8Ho4vqwUk7qs8qXik/s72-c/Charlie.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-8886987551841029854</id><published>2013-04-10T12:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-10T12:50:47.550-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Disney"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lion king"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pixar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tangled"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toy story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="up"/><title type='text'>The Sentimental Mess That Is Myself</title><summary type="text">I have talked time and time again on how I get mushy over the littlest details of any Pixar movie. Really, how can you not, with the tiny fin holding the tiny Nemo egg in Finding Nemo to the final goodbye scene in Toy Story 3. I am getting choked up right now typing this, no joke.
But I need to strengthen up, be a strong mom! How can I be the strong mom when my kid comes to me in tears? Just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/8886987551841029854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/8886987551841029854?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/8886987551841029854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/8886987551841029854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-sentimental-mess-that-is-myself.html' title='The Sentimental Mess That Is Myself'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06la335RP5CpbJqSkd1G1Giufb7FG1R0WtvIpOrNU-fupXjT0g_HBDTEytw0uiAlhVh9EuR_sT0L_weyGtRrwhnyVT3F-PL_9nXjjmU2FOYxZXuAQos09mmwl0aHAvIwF-oSuYBNf8Bk/s72-c/Toy-Story-3-girl_610.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-683917618758525591</id><published>2013-04-09T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-09T11:33:14.361-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="darth vader"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="star wars"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="storm trooper"/><title type='text'>The Ultimate Star Wars Fan</title><summary type="text">No, I am not talking about myself here. Yes, I am the ultimate Star Wars fan. I can watch the movies over and over again and not get sick of it. I did say &quot;WHAATTTTT???&quot; when I heard that a new Star Wars movie was being created, but already was making plans of who would I take with to see it opening night. I did meet an Ewok when I was 6 in Puerto Rico of all places and was a super happy girl </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/683917618758525591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/683917618758525591?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/683917618758525591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/683917618758525591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-ultimate-star-wars-fan.html' title='The Ultimate Star Wars Fan'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVda7eyfx9RTCbAihqxb-buo_Yy5cx-YfRUtDwHgi_J0M1Pv5RGiABTS4fQlqXNzvGoo3GGXSgrpoDCoej58vAYhJXvXfaTJMXWKz0WRP9qLulotKegHA1afB4sVEL-ceCC13whgnyy7k/s72-c/sw.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-684862362484939793</id><published>2013-04-09T11:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-09T11:11:12.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clothes Giveaway</title><summary type="text">We saved every shirt, short, onesie, pant, sweater, jacket, shoes even first time underwear that Jack owned when he was little.
We were&amp;nbsp;ecstatic&amp;nbsp;when we found out Charlie was a boy, now we don&#39;t ever have to buy clothes for the second kid. EVER!! Any new clothes that we buy is just for Jack . For Charlie, it is hand me downs from now on. It was great for me because I got to re-live all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/684862362484939793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/684862362484939793?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/684862362484939793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/684862362484939793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-clothes-giveaway.html' title='The Clothes Giveaway'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-155462131924033463</id><published>2013-04-04T17:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-04T17:03:16.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Original Trio </title><summary type="text">


Here is the original trio of grandkids from the Morowczynski side of the family- from left to right, Frannie, Charlie and Jack.

My sister in law just had her little twins on March 20, thus making them #4 and #5 in the family.

I love that in this little trio, they each have their own special title.

Frannie - the first granddaughter into the family.

Charlie - was the baby of the family for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/155462131924033463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/155462131924033463?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/155462131924033463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/155462131924033463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-original-trio.html' title='The Original Trio '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidzTVJifprOWbOpF-mnSAxEmv6pGuwggFHLN_uM995WyudAogTiozmOv6q-67V2nQFT8rpMnG0HyeAKEvfuZgGZjqWURYu6EnR9io_6sGq2b_RZ7MAIQZClg1nCKGqdHx4cebsGHzkIts/s72-c/kids.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-8289546614692859617</id><published>2013-03-26T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-26T16:27:56.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown To Change</title><summary type="text">Brian told me earlier this week that we are very close to the end of the school year for Jack.
A preschool graduation is upon us come May.I know it is not such a big deal, but when I think that my kid will now be going to school for the next 12 years, that is a big deal.

This is tough stuff. We always had this kid that would have the easy life of watching TV, eating cheese and crackers as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/8289546614692859617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/8289546614692859617?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/8289546614692859617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/8289546614692859617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-countdown-to-change.html' title='The Countdown To Change'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-789750707487709770</id><published>2013-03-26T16:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-26T16:09:55.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Photo In The Airport</title><summary type="text">




Hard to believe but this was us around 6 am in the morning. Smiling, happy and ready to embark on our first airplane trip as a family to Disney World.&amp;nbsp;

This moment felt surreal to me. I kept saying to myself &quot; this is too easy. I have two kids who are not upset, are wide awake and are happy. &quot; We haven&#39;t even had breakfast yet and look at these two. We are so lucky to have such awesome</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/789750707487709770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/789750707487709770?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/789750707487709770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/789750707487709770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-photo-in-airport.html' title='The Photo In The Airport'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNKX2ozsAciNo1w6ttmrfjZoL1TjHN7wHkwYIryxQdhM_dyukTJKJWRoX_2Itz7nGrqP7llZKPTuQnC89E_tXn4FepuiXtiycy0iXavfU1HO-t_FCgXcLBNTFuRvOmlPOAjtJdLe8fuNk/s72-c/2013-01-28+06.40.05.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-3930855709920426073</id><published>2013-03-15T08:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-15T08:52:29.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Charlie Words</title><summary type="text">Yes, Charlie is talking. In order by how I have heard them, here are the first words that Charlie have said.

1. Mama - sometimes it morphed into Nana in the beginning or saying Mamamamamamamamaaa .Then he started to say Mama, but it was just when he wanted to nurse. Now he just says Mama, Mama ,MAMA! to get my attention. When I say &quot;what is it?&quot; he then tells me &quot;beisbrhgiusdngSdkjngSDbfdks&quot; in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/3930855709920426073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/3930855709920426073?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/3930855709920426073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/3930855709920426073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-charlie-words.html' title='The Charlie Words'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-6786801042281190093</id><published>2013-03-15T08:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-15T08:13:47.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fifth Birthday</title><summary type="text">
January 22, 2008 - 5:33 pm


January 22, 2009 - 5:33 pm

January 22, 2010 - 5:33 pm -


January 22, 2011 - 5:34 pm.
&amp;nbsp;January 22, 2012 - 5:33 pm





January 22, 2013 - 5:33pm



Playing with the Disney balloons that emerged out of his gift box, signifying that we indeed are going to Disney World.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/6786801042281190093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/6786801042281190093?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/6786801042281190093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/6786801042281190093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-fifth-birthday.html' title='The Fifth Birthday'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_epoCMcE3eqVXzqBZQhe-lH1YXHjV12CajNfCHFaAPthDX3UqPOHd3oQRqFoVuE56nogQcIt09ejz-F-0kFlBZIgl5Ce4cWIAK2keEMFqT95FYqgyPlIN255PE0eSQix9X4alSG44Og/s72-c/Jack+bday.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-3485603977180510959</id><published>2013-02-15T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-02-20T09:16:46.909-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animal kingdom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Disney world"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="safari"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trip"/><title type='text'>The Animal Kingdom Photos</title><summary type="text">



So here is a great tip for parents who are going to Disney World for the first time with two little kids. Leave the Animal Kingdom park for last. It&#39;s spacious, not a lot of rides so it is somewhat calming just to walk around. Lots of trees for shade. Safari rides and train rides that are long enough to just soak in whatever craziness you&amp;nbsp;experienced over the last four days of your trip.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/3485603977180510959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5248788980615942400/3485603977180510959?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/3485603977180510959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/3485603977180510959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1440min.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-animal-kingdom-photos.html' title='The Animal Kingdom Photos'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia_mkao77vRbxAawxJr_aVLG0rrqTncAkuz7cNL6C-Yw4kJZjQRyriD_zE6exCo9wDSWP027AvqvJ5FhqbWQ2n7GU5TTc4g5MgGItd1jUuE1tS8QNNCAWmHBLOECnQ3HGWVaiZUxhL4tA/s72-c/Advocate381.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>