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Really though I have been just absorbed in watching my girls. Avery is learning so fast I find myself just staring and watching her observing things and figuring out how things work. Her vocabulary is growing like crazy with both good words and bad... Daddy likes to say fuck a little too much and Mommy has a tendency to yell out DAMN IT HUMPHREY!! When our precious little kitty tries to tackle my legs while I am attempting to go up or down the stairs... (luckily she hasn't picked up my dear husbands other favorite phrase... Douche bag...)&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways, April was Avery's "gymnastics" class. Really they just called it Wiggly Giggly... and I wouldn't really call it a class, so much as it was a congregation of three 19 month old girls trying to do 50 things at once. Oh look a trampo... a ball...a pony...a ball...trampoline...bean bag...ball...ball...ball...SLIDE...trampoli...no BALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Then came May and Avery's Terrific Two's mommy &amp;amp; me preschool class. Basically herding cats around a class room full of toys and paint and glue and GLITTER!!! (yay sparkly!!) what was I talking about...&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, right... So, my collection of baby art projects has begun. Avery seemed to enjoy painting and she definitely LOVES to sprinkle glitter on things, but there was just too much stuff there to distract her so she never sat to paint longer than 30 seconds... Or maybe that is all the time she needed to create her masterpieces.&lt;br /&gt;
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Avery definitely has a love of music. One of the biggest distractions in the class room was the bin full of cymbals, drums, and bells. She sure can shake a mean bell, we work on that a lot at home because Jingle Bells is one of the few songs I know... What? You don't sing carols all year? It's no secret I love Christmas songs... my ringtone is Dean Martin - Marshmallow World, but I digress...&lt;br /&gt;
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Isabel of course comes to all of Avery's classes. She isn't much of a participator, but I don't want to push her... She is as cute as ever and can roll from back to tummy and then whine until I roll her back over. She is a good napper, and pretty chill most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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We will be in Florida next week. Taking the girls to visit the Grandparents (my Mommy and Daddy) and most importantly FRIZZY (my dog). The Frizz is15 as of April 11th, and may not be with us much longer, so... yeah. That's all I have to say about that right now...&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is Avery with the best dog ever last May.&lt;br /&gt;
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She is getting so big!!</description><link>http://mommymaile.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-total-pro-at-slacking-off.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maile)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/TACe2Uo8mSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/V7Miy-Wss94/s72-c/IMG_3737.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888112627224673472.post-2777882433732104398</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2010 21:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-07T14:23:25.267-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Purple Kind of Day</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;A year ago today the world lost a smile. Lost a giggle, lost precious curls, lost bright blue eyes with a golden sparkle. A year ago we lost a little girl, Madeline Spohr. Lives are forever changed. Nothing will take the pain away, but still today we wore purple, because we will never forget her, even though we never met. &lt;br /&gt;
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Maddie you are loved always, never forgotten.&amp;nbsp;</description><link>http://mommymaile.blogspot.com/2010/04/purple-kind-of-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maile)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/S7z0bT2MGII/AAAAAAAAAII/uYmyryUFnFM/s72-c/IMG_3480.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888112627224673472.post-4921510339760984211</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Mar 2010 03:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-24T20:47:33.585-07:00</atom:updated><title>Wordless Wednesday</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/S6rXtHlH8dI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bzt4dvIEilo/s1600/IMG_3318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/S6rXtHlH8dI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bzt4dvIEilo/s320/IMG_3318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/S6UOqEibKfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qH-aDWtoiBQ/s1600-h/IMG_3193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/S6UOqEibKfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qH-aDWtoiBQ/s320/IMG_3193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I whipped up another hat , just a bit larger. After all the fuss over trying to steal her sisters hat you would think Avery would be quite pleased to have her own....&lt;br /&gt;
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I made the little flower so people would know she is a girl... but I'm sure people will still ask how old my son is... &lt;br /&gt;
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I love easy projects! This only took me a day. Now I just need to try and finish the other hat I've been working on for months and Avery's sweater still needs sleeves...</description><link>http://mommymaile.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-hat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maile)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/S51Fmy9TaWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/c-RCaQEcuHk/s72-c/IMG_3185.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888112627224673472.post-945917006257399005</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 05:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-06T21:34:25.556-08:00</atom:updated><title>Oh the drama</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/S5M55dCuJlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/O4-V5k5GccI/s1600-h/IMG_2988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/S5M55dCuJlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/O4-V5k5GccI/s320/IMG_2988.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/S5M5-hu_2CI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PH840hGJ4QY/s1600-h/IMG_3024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/S5M5-hu_2CI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PH840hGJ4QY/s400/IMG_3024.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/S5M6W3U-buI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rLuheUoLWMY/s1600-h/IMG_2896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/S5M6W3U-buI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rLuheUoLWMY/s400/IMG_2896.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mommymaile.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-drama.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maile)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/S5M55dCuJlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/O4-V5k5GccI/s72-c/IMG_2988.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888112627224673472.post-1251258525506610578</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 05:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-06T21:26:54.964-08:00</atom:updated><title>So exciting I can hardly contain myself</title><description>Both girls up at 6am... I blame Humphrey, he's a crier. I am not a fan of anytime before 10am&lt;br /&gt;
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Throw together random breakfast of stuff on a tray because we were out of milk and yogurt and fresh fruit and clean bowls...&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally get myself and girls dressed (super cute matching outfits, the girls outfits that is. I just wear the one pair of pants that fit and any clean easy access shirt)&lt;br /&gt;
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First stop, Target.&amp;nbsp; And they are remodeling so I wandered around trying to find things having some anxiety issues because I don't know where anything is and I couldn't find any good pajamas for Avery. At least I remembered to get kitty litter...&lt;br /&gt;
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On to Trader Joes! My favorite place to shop (I might enjoy shopping for clothes if I had any Idea what size I wear in non maternity)&lt;br /&gt;
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Usual ooh's ad aaah's over my super cute babies! Avery waves to people and says "hiyeee". Isabel fell asleep in the wrap.&lt;br /&gt;
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I totally bought&amp;nbsp; ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;
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Came home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Managed to soak my shirt with breast milk... a few times.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ate 3, yes 3 burger patties (I'm just going to pretend it's because I'm a milk machine)&lt;br /&gt;
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Threw together a bunch of random stuff on a tray for Avery's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bed time for Avery&lt;br /&gt;
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Bath time for Isabel (she is sooo cute in the water!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, look my shirt is wet again...&lt;br /&gt;
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I totally ate some ice cream&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not against my girls wearing pink and frills, but I am not going to limit their wardrobes just so they can be "girly". If my girls want to be tomboyish, that is fine by me. If they want to cut their hair short also fine!&lt;br /&gt;
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I used to have short hair. Of course I had tits then so no one thought I was a boy...most people just assumed I was gay... THANKS!! (nothing wrong with being gay, just makes it hard to get a date when guys dont think you are interested)&lt;br /&gt;
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P.P.S Short hair is for lazy people!</description><link>http://mommymaile.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-boy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maile)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/S4g7G-Pbl4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/LRGPNkgjvK8/s72-c/IMG_2700.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888112627224673472.post-7390596982127085173</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Feb 2010 02:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-20T18:45:36.834-08:00</atom:updated><title>My cat is so high right now!</title><description>I think my cat is going to OD on the nip. Good gravy is he nuts! He has attempted to climb a few windows and the sliding glass door multiple times today. Yes, my cat still hasn't caught on that he can not climb up glass...&lt;br /&gt;
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This would all be very amusing if he didn't also have a desire to break everything in/on my kitchen counter/mantle/table/dresser/nightstand/bathroom/entire house!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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OMG!! He seriously has this need to knock EVERYTHING over!!</description><link>http://mommymaile.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-cat-is-so-high-right-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maile)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888112627224673472.post-1707022998284077369</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-04T21:01:25.167-08:00</atom:updated><title>Apparently I eat too much healthy food...</title><description>Who knew that basically living on spinach lasagna while pregnant was a bad idea?! So apparently green stuff is pretty high in vitamin K... and apparently vitamin K counteracts all the blood thinners I am on... and also its fat soluble, so I am full of it! Anyways its dragging out the transition from my super fun injectible blood thinners to pill form thinners...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://voteforsma.com/"&gt;http://VoteForSMA.com&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://mommymaile.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-vote-for-gwendolyn-strong.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maile)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888112627224673472.post-3776280747094469668</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jan 2010 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-10T11:18:18.608-08:00</atom:updated><title>My little girls room</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And her room looks fairly empty since her toys are all downstairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/S0FinCEyWBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0eKxcBeNAo/s1600-h/IMG_2564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/S0FinCEyWBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0eKxcBeNAo/s200/IMG_2564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422723849042155538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The colors look much better in person. A pretty plum and sage color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have lots of work to do and not a lot of time!</description><link>http://mommymaile.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-have-been-having-lots-of-fun-in-our.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maile)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/S0Fdgll7LBI/AAAAAAAAACU/PGKuLnqwI0Q/s72-c/IMG_2541.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888112627224673472.post-3804037964545198698</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 19:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-03T11:55:38.869-08:00</atom:updated><title>It sure has been a while....</title><description>Things have been a little crazy and overwhelming the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a house and moved in the beginning of November. Before we had even finished cleaning out the apartment I ended up in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around midnight on the 17th in more pain than I have ever felt in my entire life (made me wish I was in labor.)    Ended up in the ER later that morning... I had a Pulmonary Embolism! Good times... 5 days in the hospital...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew daddy was taking good care of my little girl, but I still missed her like crazy. I think she missed me too! So did Humphrey my kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am just weeks away from having baby number 2 and trying to get things ready even though I am completely exhausted and large.</description><link>http://mommymaile.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-sure-has-been-while.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maile)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888112627224673472.post-8374260712088555917</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 16:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-10T10:04:56.506-07:00</atom:updated><title>I know it is a good sign...</title><description>My morning sickness is starting to get worse!! It is hard being on the verge of losing your breakfast while changing diapers and carrying around a squirmy baby. All I want to do is eat my crackers and stay in bed for a few hours until it passes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does make things seem more real. I still haven't seen or heard the little one. So I guess I should be happy that I know things are still going OK in there, but I can't wait for the second trimester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/Si_nHTsXNlI/AAAAAAAAABo/Dmxxyx0SwOA/s1600-h/IMG_1468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/Si_nHTsXNlI/AAAAAAAAABo/Dmxxyx0SwOA/s200/IMG_1468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345745395443512914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because I think he is adorable, and I miss him a whole lot. Here is a picture of Frizzy my 14 year old puppy. Florida is too far away.</description><link>http://mommymaile.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-it-is-good-sign.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maile)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/Si_nHTsXNlI/AAAAAAAAABo/Dmxxyx0SwOA/s72-c/IMG_1468.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888112627224673472.post-5627795513234242217</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 06:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-08T00:05:11.770-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lady Bug</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bumble Bee</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">park</category><title>A Beginning</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/Siy1ojtY8LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hXK0bGy7Dqo/s1600-h/IMG_1799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/Siy1ojtY8LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hXK0bGy7Dqo/s320/IMG_1799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344846566166950066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/Siy1STgNu7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LurXOA3uIW4/s1600-h/IMG_1792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/Siy1STgNu7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LurXOA3uIW4/s320/IMG_1792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344846183859600306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where do I begin this new blogging adventure. My main purpose here is to show off my beautiful little Lady Bug, Avery Charlotte. I think she is much more interesting than I am most of the time.  I am sure I will share things about myself as well, and the little Bumble Bee in my belly. For the moment I will just share some pictures from our trip to the park yesterday. Just look at her CLIMBING UP the slide! She can barely walk on her own and yet she just charged right up the slide to go play. She also enjoyed swinging for a while, but of course wanted to take off the hat. So, in conclusion to this debut post: Hi, I am Maile and I hope you enjoy reading about my little girl and at least find me somewhat amusing!</description><link>http://mommymaile.blogspot.com/2009/06/beginning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Maile)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLXoNSFcWLg/Siy1ojtY8LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hXK0bGy7Dqo/s72-c/IMG_1799.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
