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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YNSHs7eCp7ImA9WhRRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259906660734709529</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:46:39.500-08:00</updated><category term="SO today" /><title>a mom of quads</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomofquads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomofquads.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2259906660734709529/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01437838356766528661</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>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AMomOfQuads" /><feedburner:info uri="amomofquads" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ABQH84eip7ImA9WxFSF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259906660734709529.post-8006322638672647156</id><published>2010-04-20T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T08:02:31.132-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-20T08:02:31.132-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">So we not only had the easter bunny at our house a few weeks ago, we also had the tooth fairy!  She came to pick up two teeth that Max lost on the same day.  He was so excited, and so nervous, that he came into my bed at midnight, asking if I thought she had already been there!  We were dicussing her size.  Sid thinks she looks like a little hummingbird. &lt;br /&gt;
The boys and Emmy started t-ball last weekend.  So fun and sooo American.  I felt like I was in a small  mid-western town.  They have no idea how to play.  Sid hit the ball and just kept running!  He ran all the way to the back of the field. It was soooo funny.  &lt;br /&gt;
I hope this volcanic ash stays away, and we can go about our normal lives.  I have friends stuck in NY and Florida.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I need to start dinner for the kids now.  Please if you read this and have any fun recipe ideas let me know!!! I am so sick of making the same things each week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2259906660734709529-8006322638672647156?l=amomofquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I met a woman today who had two sets of twins!  I asked her if they were two sets of twins, and then I answered her like EVERYBODY does me...Oh that must be hard.  DUH!!  I really don't like when people tell me that or ask me that... It just came right out of my mouth, like I was programmed to say it!!! Now I feel bad for everyone I have rolled my eyes at!!!! Sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I am finished with my final papers and my semester doesn't start until April 21st!!!!  Going to enjoy my time off.  The weather is awesome, and I am ready to hit the gym-.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kids are good, and they have been pretty good.  We watched Marry Poppins on Easter and they have been humming the songs ever since.  I am a bit frustrated as we watched it in German so a spoon full of sugar, is a lot longer and harder to understand....Sid thinks Marry Poppins should go on American Idol.  I had to break it to him that she was a bit too old.  He then asked me if I was too old for American Idol.  I told him yes, and then he said, "well you would have been kicked out because you can't sing anyway"....True.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought my kids were smart 6 year olds, but yet I wonder when they start talking about the Easter Bunny coming with presents and candy!  Do they really think a bunny comes to our door and leaves them something?  When do I break it to them?  Lucy was so excited that she came running into the bedroom yelling that the Easter Bunny made poopies in the toliet.  Sid said it was he that went poopies, and Emmy said, '"if the Easter Bunny went poopies the poopie would look like little balls, so it had to of been Sid."  They all agreed!! Oh what deep conversations they have!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2259906660734709529-8938620812262996694?l=amomofquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's Monday, and kids are in school!!  I just walked the dog, and now am about to start on some school work.  Kids were home sick again last week, and after our little excursion yesterday, I am afraid the sickness is not over yet!!&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday, it was cool and cloudy.  We decided to go on a walk to view some castles near our friend’s new house.  As we were deep in the park, from nowhere, came the rain.  Then the hail.  Then the snow!  We were getting drenched and the kids, and I and Georg, looked like drowned rats.  As we were running back to our car, Sid had the brilliant idea of taking off his jacket, and his sweater, and running through this rain/hail/snow in his t-shirt!  I think he thought it was funny......I think he will come down with yet another illness!!!  After our little "spring" walk we went out for Mexican food.  Sidney ate his entire plate of beef tacos (adult portion), rice and a side of nachos (he split with his brother).  He then finished off his sisters left over pasta.  On the way home he was telling me he thinks he overate!  At 11:30pm.  He was up going poopies and still complaining he was full!!  &lt;br /&gt;
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G leaves next week, and then will be back and forth traveling through the entire months of April and May.  During the week, it won't be so bad, but weekends are going to be hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2259906660734709529-3627413975207117786?l=amomofquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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