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two baby girls without loosing her marbles....it's not looking good folks!</description><link>http://www.binreallife.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (WELCOME!)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>431</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/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BInRealLife" /><feedburner:info uri="binreallife" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>BInRealLife</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866210256547940819.post-4171850589413776372</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2012 01:37:00 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The Ankle Biters were just babies...Q was 18 months and CeCe was 14 months old.  For six weeks we depended on family and friends to help care for them. No lifting anything over 15 pounds. My girls were chunky monkeys and had surpassed the 15 pound mark long ago. It was humbling to rely on </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BInRealLife/~3/rkKdH0NIhkc/broke-back-brookie-look-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WELCOME!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-79DE1EUG6m8/T049ydSkbgI/AAAAAAAADT8/7ea8H0GaIzs/s72-c/neck.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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And just so we don't forget just how pitiful our Master Bedroom looked, here it is just three days ago...
ouch...

I spent the weekend adding a few finishing touches to the room. First up...what to do about my sad and
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And then I remembered that I am the mom of these two stinkers....



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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BInRealLife/~4/nC1aVT1Mt1U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.binreallife.com/2012/02/i-pinned-it-i-made-it-i-rocked-it-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866210256547940819.post-8170756679921180536</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 13:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-17T07:45:07.010-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">This is Real Life Baby</category><title>Humble Pie</title><atom:summary>Yesterday I was at Old Navy, alone, without the Ankle Biters, it was awesome.   I found a super cute sweater for $9.99. As I was paying for el cheapo sweater, the guy checking me out said "You look really familiar, I know you from somewhere." just when I thought he was going to say "I know!  You are that blog girl with the Ankle Biters. I love you! You are so funny, and relateable, and </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BInRealLife/~3/0b_R7PJMOw0/humble-pie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WELCOME!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSvENzoo20Q/Tz5YsljWmoI/AAAAAAAADKY/sLwO9Q8-J8o/s72-c/lunchlady.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BInRealLife/~4/0b_R7PJMOw0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.binreallife.com/2012/02/humble-pie.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866210256547940819.post-8845043452015025894</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 03:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-16T07:52:13.471-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">red farmhouse table</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">B's Hive</category><title>Go Big Red!</title><atom:summary>A few weeks ago I was lamenting to my friend Abbe' about our space issue in my kitchen. My round, pedestal table was exactly what I thought I wanted...but it was just too big for the space. There was only two and a half feet between the island and the table if we had the barstools and chairs pushed in. Considering that this is an area that I walk through quite often to get to our bedroom and </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BInRealLife/~3/BqBoeZ3N4Io/go-big-red.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WELCOME!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96wc_q-WQdU/TzxvJioiw3I/AAAAAAAADIE/uwXOFUgnRjw/s72-c/IMG_0990.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BInRealLife/~4/BqBoeZ3N4Io" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.binreallife.com/2012/02/go-big-red.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866210256547940819.post-5694978654890546094</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2012 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-15T07:24:45.250-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">B's Hive</category><title>Etsy Love</title><atom:summary>Do you love Etsy like I LOVE Etsy?  Etsy is the answer to my greatest dilemma....how does a non-crafty momma enjoy her some crafty goodies?  Thanks to Etsy I can now sleep more soundly and eat more vegetables.

I don't know why I just said that about vegetables. I ate a box of Hot Tamales and a marshmallow filled chocolate heart for lunch yesterday.  Sugar bloat today. Gross.

I'm feeling a </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BInRealLife/~3/wNBMr5tOaeQ/etsy-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WELCOME!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9Tif7_bgtw/TzrYftqAVPI/AAAAAAAADGs/YHcpo8U7zJg/s72-c/etsy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BInRealLife/~4/wNBMr5tOaeQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.binreallife.com/2012/02/etsy-love.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866210256547940819.post-5603927212055460017</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2012 19:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-14T13:34:14.968-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">This is Real Life Baby</category><title>My Gift To You....</title><atom:summary>Happy Valentine's Day! 

My house is a MESS. The dishes in the sink have surpassed a "pile" and moved into "mountain" status.



My bed isn't made...

And it's nap time...I should clean...but since it's Valentine's Day, I am going to show myself a little love and eat this for lunch....
And watch my new favorite show....

How about you?  Are you giving yourself a little extra love and grace today?</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BInRealLife/~3/A9g3TlKWyqo/my-gift-to-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WELCOME!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oOo64wgsK2E/Tzq0kKUO7tI/AAAAAAAADF8/OAlOf1AjLf4/s72-c/IMG_2495.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BInRealLife/~4/A9g3TlKWyqo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.binreallife.com/2012/02/my-gift-to-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866210256547940819.post-6578378845853069246</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-11T08:59:31.698-06:00</atom:updated><title>Tell Me What You Want....</title><atom:summary>I hope your weekend is starting out well. One of the Ankle Biters stayed the night at Super Nana's last night...I LOVE having one-on-on time with my girls. Thanks Nana!

This is a quick post because at any moment Q will come scampering up the stairs and ask me to play play-dough for the 18th time this morning (and it's only 8am). And since I only have one of them, I feel especially obligated  to </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BInRealLife/~3/LXN5pPNqaJA/tell-me-what-you-want.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WELCOME!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bnaf56dkenQ/Tod3YyYov_I/AAAAAAAACWQ/swFvH2AR3Rg/s72-c/b_header.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BInRealLife/~4/LXN5pPNqaJA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.binreallife.com/2012/02/tell-me-what-you-want.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866210256547940819.post-3785599029214032191</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 14:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-10T08:52:11.214-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">CeCe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">This is Real Life Baby</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Strong Willed CHild</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Q</category><title>Happy Friday!</title><atom:summary>Are you SO happy it's Friday?  Sadly, MBD is going to be gone this weekend...womp, womp, womp! Thank heavens Super Nana is only 11 minutes away!
Thank you all for your VERY encouraging words regarding my strong willed Q. It's so helpful to know that I am not alone and that it's not for lack of parenting skills that we are living in tantrumville these days.  I started reading You Can't Make Me (</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BInRealLife/~3/3Rw5I9JPk0g/happy-friday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WELCOME!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HhHw5wFqNJU/TzUr9ZiNBSI/AAAAAAAADCk/JYwOnAV4G1A/s72-c/IMG_2122.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BInRealLife/~4/3Rw5I9JPk0g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.binreallife.com/2012/02/happy-friday.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866210256547940819.post-6592558761861003168</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 23:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-08T17:14:11.333-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">This is Real Life Baby</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Q</category><title>Mommy S.O.S.!</title><atom:summary>Maybe you have noticed?  Ankle Biter posts are less frequent these days. It is not because there are not blog worthy moments with Q and CeCe. There are LOTS of things I could write about...but I'm not. You see, mommyhood is difficult these days. Q's strong willed personality is in FULL EFFECT. If you have had or currently have a strong willed toddler you can understand why I am weary and beat </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BInRealLife/~3/5_2WHABUa3Q/mommy-sos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WELCOME!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwieEE3Ot2I/TzMA1dyFuzI/AAAAAAAADCE/NgP2JLDJ3cg/s72-c/qdressup.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BInRealLife/~4/5_2WHABUa3Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.binreallife.com/2012/02/mommy-sos.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866210256547940819.post-4192552452405503645</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 18:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-07T13:21:12.765-06:00</atom:updated><title>Report Card Time!</title><atom:summary>So....what do you think it is (don't know what I am talking about? click here for this mornings post)?  White cabinets?  Yes...obviously I LOVE white cabinets...that's a gimme right?  So here ya go....here is my newest treasure that I scored at  one of my favorite antique stores....
Ahhh....there she is...my authentically, vintage kitchen scale!  I can't believe how perfect she is in my kitchen..</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BInRealLife/~3/gGxVAVy4xdk/report-card-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WELCOME!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5JPYOQNU9Lo/TzCOxCVZ8vI/AAAAAAAADB0/n23_U7io0DM/s72-c/scaleb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BInRealLife/~4/gGxVAVy4xdk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.binreallife.com/2012/02/report-card-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866210256547940819.post-8512802306099557436</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-07T07:38:36.546-06:00</atom:updated><title>Find the Common Denominator</title><atom:summary>Ohhhh....Denominator is such a fancy word! I would like to thank my high school algebra teacher...15 years later and I finally have a use for algebra...even if it is for kitchen accessories.  Thanks a bunch Mrs. Riley!

Enough algebra talk, I'm starting to break out in hives...lets get talk kitchen decor shall we?  Ahhh...I feel better already. Hives be gone!

Here is your assignment dear friends</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BInRealLife/~3/suQvay2oa1c/find-common-denominator.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WELCOME!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wxWUATwzmE/TzCIWkbksPI/AAAAAAAADA8/k7HhzlZkppk/s72-c/scale1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BInRealLife/~4/suQvay2oa1c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.binreallife.com/2012/02/find-common-denominator.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866210256547940819.post-6054325445913758820</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-06T17:21:13.277-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">i pinned it...i made it...i rocked it.</category><title>i pinned it. i made it. i rocked it. An Ode to the Crafty Mom</title><atom:summary>Hello friends! I hope you had a good weekend. It finally felt like winter here in Kansas and Ankle Biters we not happy about it. Q asked me to "make the rain go away momma"...I secretly love that she thinks I have super powers...she asks me to "turn off the sun" when we are in the car and the sun is shining in her eyes. I know that bubble will burst soon...but until then, I will let her believe </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BInRealLife/~3/g7qw0xeIBcs/i-pinned-it-i-made-it-i-rocked-it-ode.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WELCOME!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hA1ZrZuZJWE/Twd1obLoPqI/AAAAAAAACwM/58Qh7N-A3IE/s72-c/pinit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BInRealLife/~4/g7qw0xeIBcs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.binreallife.com/2012/02/i-pinned-it-i-made-it-i-rocked-it-ode.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866210256547940819.post-3905976540863924426</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 15:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-04T09:58:09.788-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">homemade laundry detergent</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">homemade dishwasher detergent</category><title>Homemade Dishwasher Detergent</title><atom:summary>Happy Saturday! I don't usually post on Saturdays, but I wanted to share this quick Homemade Dishwasher Detergent recipe with you just in case you were feeling domestic this weekend and wanted to give it a try.  If you haven't tried my Homemade Laundry Detergent recipe yet, you most definitely should. I've heard back from several of you who are now card carrying members of the "dude, this stuff </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BInRealLife/~3/CxdH8UKEAvk/homemade-dishwasher-detergent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WELCOME!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gjBaNaullnQ/Ty1RnvFHRnI/AAAAAAAAC_0/1pMsA7aqaZc/s72-c/det.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BInRealLife/~4/CxdH8UKEAvk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.binreallife.com/2012/02/homemade-dishwasher-detergent.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866210256547940819.post-1124831326478591443</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 04:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-01T22:27:29.354-06:00</atom:updated><title>See...I Told You So!</title><atom:summary>Yesterday I shared with you my slight annoyance with Mr. Police Officer for not stopping to help me with my two tantrum throwing toddlers while we walked home from the park.  I was mostly kidding...but a small part of me would have handed screaming CeCe to him in heartbeat with very specific instructions to not return her until she had calmed down, eaten dinner, and was bathed and ready for bed.
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BInRealLife/~3/i1gwTPBRdiA/seei-told-you-so.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WELCOME!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-77bk5mp_nH4/TyoNPTGZwrI/AAAAAAAAC_k/XxC_upSwpq8/s72-c/IMG_2428.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BInRealLife/~4/i1gwTPBRdiA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.binreallife.com/2012/02/seei-told-you-so.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866210256547940819.post-1062755327248459321</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-01T07:19:04.013-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">CeCe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">This is Real Life Baby</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Q</category><title>A Little Bit of Lately</title><atom:summary>Do you miss the Ankle Biters?  I have been posting lots of house renovation posts lately, but Q and CeCe are still front and center...making a mess...and throwing tantrums...and learning their colors...and making me laugh...and cry.  Yes, life is FULL with two, two year olds.
Here is a little bit of our "lately"...
Our first "cooking" adventure. They spread the cheese on the pizzas. The LOVED it.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BInRealLife/~3/cALZ9cim6h8/little-bit-of-lately.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WELCOME!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XqYPfBCeKL4/Tyim7Int7uI/AAAAAAAAC9U/HD2yZiGm2K4/s72-c/IMG_2259.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BInRealLife/~4/cALZ9cim6h8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.binreallife.com/2012/02/little-bit-of-lately.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866210256547940819.post-8416354525333413594</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-31T07:00:02.485-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">master bedroom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wallpaper</category><title>Wallpaper...That's soooo 2012?</title><atom:summary>I've been thinking about our master bedroom....it's looking pretty sad...kinda a catchall room...nothing too exciting...oh yes, and the peach walls...the never ending peach wall situation is driving me insane! I am thinking about making a Ban Peach Paint petition...would you sign it? Please.
As I have been looking online for bedroom inspiration I ran across something interesting...possibly even </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BInRealLife/~3/gxEA5zEYaS0/wallpaperthats-soooo-2012.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WELCOME!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3-uovI4wHc/Tydn3MIDEeI/AAAAAAAAC88/HFybow1q_4s/s72-c/wallpaper3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BInRealLife/~4/gxEA5zEYaS0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.binreallife.com/2012/01/wallpaperthats-soooo-2012.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866210256547940819.post-5378209885327521580</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-03T19:27:29.167-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">i pinned it...i made it...i rocked it.</category><title>i pinned it. i made it. i rocked it. Cable Knit Leg Warmers!</title><atom:summary>
I am totally smitten by this weeks i pinned it. i made it. i rocked it. entry. TOTALLY SMITTEN I tell ya! Angie over at flibbertigibberish is super fun and super cute...and SUPER crafty!  I am totally inspired by her leg warmers made from an old sweater...I wonder if Mr. Baby Daddy has an old sweater I can use?

Here is her Pinterest inspired Leg Warmer (or boot socks...whatever you wanna call '</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BInRealLife/~3/mZeTKlTeSts/i-pinned-it-i-made-it-i-rocked-it-cable.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WELCOME!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hA1ZrZuZJWE/Twd1obLoPqI/AAAAAAAACwM/58Qh7N-A3IE/s72-c/pinit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I'm not complaining though, because I love that MBD is a hard worker and watching the Bronco's game with surround sound is really, really important....I guess.

After he finished </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BInRealLife/~3/zcvrdlXTEOw/surround-sound-situation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WELCOME!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dlm98X-ZOd0/TyDC5jpJrGI/AAAAAAAAC64/hsNzvf7ZfPY/s72-c/kinda.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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