<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556</id><updated>2010-01-29T20:33:14.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Family with Three Last Names</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-7955424140790714244</id><published>2010-01-14T07:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:14:47.264-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Should I Be Worried?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2334/2390918633_bedf293a79_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2334/2390918633_bedf293a79_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My daughter has invented this game. It's called "Bellybutton Water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she catches sight of your bellybutton, she'll cup her hand to it to collect what is apparently a gush of water flowing from the bellybutton. Then she brings her hand to her mouth, and down the hatch the Bellybutton Water goes. And, of course, she sighs to express that her thirst has been quenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't teach this to her. Erik swears he didn't either. This all came from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;her head&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little bit concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sergio94707/2390918633/"&gt;another sergio&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-7955424140790714244?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/7955424140790714244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=7955424140790714244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/7955424140790714244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/7955424140790714244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2010/01/should-i-be-worried.html' title='Should I Be Worried?'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-2550959132065176886</id><published>2010-01-09T07:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:02:38.982-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>12 Tips for Coping with Your Baby's Night Wakings</title><content type='html'>This &lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2010/01/greatest-lie-in-parenting.html"&gt;Sleepless Quagmire&lt;/a&gt; series has probably been a little high on the &lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2010/01/today-you-will-encounter-controversyin.html"&gt;pontification&lt;/a&gt; scale. So let's get practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter if your baby has been sleeping five uninterrupted hours a night and then some, or if she is a finicky sleeper, I've gathered some tips to help you cope with those sleepless nights caused by teething or growth spurts. All of these tips come from real parents who have used them and had success using them. Every baby is different, so your mileage &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; vary. But just keep trying new stuff. What doesn't work one week might be perfect the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.askmoxie.org/"&gt;Ask Moxie&lt;/a&gt; for providing a forum for parents to share resources like this. While putting together this list, I read close to a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thousand&lt;/span&gt; comments from parents on that site. And thank you, parents, for sharing your experiences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a trick that's worked for you, please &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;chime in with a comment&lt;/span&gt; so others will benefit from your experience. We need all the help we can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;If You Suspect Teething&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you can't medicate your child 24 hours a day for the duration of every teething episode, here are some other ideas for helping ease the pain&amp;#8212;for both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biblicone/2608119829/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/washcloth-722587.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Freeze a washcloth or two.&lt;/span&gt; Get some small terry washcloths, drench them in water, squeeze out the excess, and throw them in the freezer. When your baby is in pain, take out a washcloth, run it under water for a second to loosen it up just a bit, and let baby chew on it. It could be just enough to dull the pain so she can fall back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Try a popsicle before bed.&lt;/span&gt; No, not a sticky, sickly sweet popsicle you buy in the store. All that sugar before bed isn't going to help the situation. Chamomile tea can aid the healing process, cause drowsiness, and ease irritability. So brew up a batch and freeze it into popsicles. You can find popsicle sticks at the grocery store, as well as an ice cube tray if you don't have one. Remember that you're going for small enough to fit in baby's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One note on chamomile tea: It's rare, but some people are allergic to chamomile. So try a small amount the first time, just to be on the safe side. And if baby is very young, they shouldn't be getting much water so this probably isn't the best tip for a young baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Go homeopathic.&lt;/span&gt; Hyland's teething tablets have been a godsend for us. An urban legend that these tablets aren't safe has caused some concern, but they are &lt;a href="http://www.hylands.com/news/teethinginfo.php"&gt;completely safe&lt;/a&gt;. Hyland's also makes a gel that works great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Whisper sweet nothings.&lt;/span&gt; After baby falls asleep (be sure!), lean down so your mouth is close to baby's ear. In the quietest whisper you can manage, repeat after me: "Poke through tonight, tooth. Because when the time comes, I can't promise you won't go mysteriously missing before you ever see the twinkle of the Tooth Fairy's wand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tips Good in Any Situation&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming you already have &lt;a href="http://www.pantley.com/elizabeth/advice/0071381392.php?nid=104"&gt;a regular, calming bedtime routine and a comfortable sleep environment&lt;/a&gt; for your baby, here are some other tips to help you get your baby ready for a good night's sleep and to cope with her waking up in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Before Bed&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dericafox/3471418316/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/yoga-780092.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Strike a pose.&lt;/span&gt; Certain yoga poses can help baby relax and help her feel sleepy. If she's not old enough to pose her own body, baby yoga books have suggestions for how you can help her. A few titles you can try:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0805081933/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Sleepy Little Yoga: A Toddler's Sleepy Book of Yoga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0743243552/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Itsy Bitsy Yoga: Poses to Help Your Baby Sleep Longer, Digest Better, and Grow Stronger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1841481513/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;My Daddy Is a Pretzel: Yoga for Parents and Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Or if you think yoga is too new-agey, try baby massage. With a couple simple moves, baby's eyes will start drooping. I don't have any books to recommend because we just wing it, but search for "baby massage" and you'll find plenty of resources out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Teach baby what to do with her body.&lt;/span&gt; We know how to quiet our bodies before sleep, but babies need to learn that. You can start explaining this even to young babies. Though it may feel silly at first, you're teaching them the language too. In a soothing voice, tell baby to close her eyes, keep her legs still, keep her arms still, take a deep breath&amp;#8212;whatever you can think of that would help her body relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Ensure sweet dreams.&lt;/span&gt; Before bed, ask baby what she wants to dream about. If she's not old enough to answer, give her a few ideas based on things she loves to do. For example, if like Abby she loves eating strawberries, suggest that she dream about going to a meadow, looking for wild strawberries, picking them, and eating them fresh. Describe concrete images, colors, and smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Make baby the parent.&lt;/span&gt; Get baby's favorite stuffed animal or doll and hand it to her. Explain that Mr. Bear is sleepy and wants to go to bed, but he needs help falling asleep. Ask her if she'll sing to him, pat his back, tuck him in&amp;#8212;whatever she thinks will help. If she's not old enough to do this herself, you can put Mr. Bear to bed while she watches and narrate every step, explaining you're helping him to relax so he can get rest and have the energy he needs to play tomorrow. Role-playing is a trick we first heard about in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0345442865/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Playful Parenting&lt;/a&gt;, and it's helped us clear several parenting hurdles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30645510@N04/3121444043/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 20px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/bear-750731.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. Plan ahead.&lt;/span&gt; Tell baby what to do when she wakes up in the middle of the night. If she's old enough to sleep with her favorite stuffed animal or doll, you could suggest this: "Tonight, if you wake up and it's still dark outside, ask Mr. Bear if he will snuggle with you and help you fall back asleep." Or pick something else she could try on her own to soothe herself back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. Read in the dark.&lt;/span&gt; Some nights, Abby wants a second bedtime story. Then a third, a fourth, and before we know it we've spent a full hour reading and she's gotten her second wind. So set a limit on the number of books you'll read, then switch off the light and start an audio book. If you haven't listened to audio books together, start by getting one of baby's favorite books on CD. Make sure it's a nice, calming bedtime story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;When Baby Wakes Up&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11. Make the rounds.&lt;/span&gt; Pick baby up and walk her around the house until she calms down. In a soft voice, point out that it's dark outside, all the lights are off, big brother/sister is sleeping, your friend across the street is sleeping, the pets are sleeping&amp;#8212;anything that will reinforce that it's bedtime and no one else is up having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12. Take a walk.&lt;/span&gt; We've had to do this a handful of times when nothing else worked. Put baby in the stroller and just go. The fresh air and dark night should eventually lull her back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Bonus Tip!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got one more for you, but I didn't want to have "13" in the title of this post, lest it bring me bad sleeping luck. This tip comes from my friend Lacy, who has a blog of her own called &lt;a href="http://hybridcarsandcottages.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hybrid Cars &amp; Cottages&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Ingrid-Michaelson/e/B0017P6WJ0/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41ZpTB7KiJL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12.5. Build a playlist.&lt;/span&gt; Music might soothe your sleepless beast of a baby. Put together a playlist of soothing music and play it during your bedtime routine. Abby likes &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jack-Johnson/e/B000APQ5MC/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Jack Johnson&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ingrid-Michaelson/e/B0017P6WJ0/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Ingrid Michaelson&lt;/a&gt;. Lacy's twin boys like to chill out to Jewel's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lullaby-Jewel/dp/B001VE420S/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Lullaby&lt;/a&gt; album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially with young babies, try to steer clear of classical music and jazz, as they tend to be complex and stimulating to babies. Pick &lt;a href="http://www.pantley.com/files/WonderfulSounds4Sleep.pdf"&gt;simple and repetitive music&lt;/a&gt;, like lullabies. If you're lucky, you might be able to find a lullaby rendition of a favorite artist in the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rockabye-Baby!/e/B002XHINJI/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Rockabye Baby!&lt;/a&gt; series. (But Metallica? Really?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Turn&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vermininc/3259609223/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/feet-782016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's worked for you when your kid is waking up in the middle of the night? Add a comment below so the rest of us can benefit from your experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Photos by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biblicone/"&gt;biblicone&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dericafox/"&gt;dericafox&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30645510@N04/"&gt;Jessica Wait&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vermininc/"&gt;Vermin Inc&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-2550959132065176886?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/2550959132065176886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=2550959132065176886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/2550959132065176886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/2550959132065176886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2010/01/12-tips-for-coping-with-your-babys.html' title='12 Tips for Coping with Your Baby&apos;s Night Wakings'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-1595208028959087924</id><published>2010-01-08T07:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T08:44:22.302-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Today, You Will Encounter Controversy...in Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/murilografics/3880040413/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/elephant-756981.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever since I brought up the &lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2010/01/greatest-lie-in-parenting.html"&gt;sleepless quagmire&lt;/a&gt; of parenting, an elephant in the corner has been politely clearing his throat. Hem hem, says the elephant. Cryitout. Hem, hem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we get any further, I know I'm probably going to hurt some feelings. Maybe even piss some people off. That is not my intention. I just want to share my world view on the whole "cry it out" issue. A world view that is just as valid as your world view. As much as I love to be right as a general rule, becoming a mother taught me early on that as long as parenting comes from a place of love and respect for the child, there is no wrong or right. We are all just doing the best we know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Onto the Controversy!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let's sync up on terminology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My definition of "cry it out" is this: When the baby cries, the parent leaves the child alone and does not respond in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people also use "cry it out" as a blanket label to describe the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferber_method"&gt;Ferber method&lt;/a&gt; or the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Secrets_of_the_Baby_Whisperer"&gt;Secrets of the Baby Whisperer&lt;/a&gt;, among others. However, it is possible to apply those particular methods with success &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; leaving your baby alone to "cry it out." Full disclosure: Most of those techniques haven't felt like a good fit for us or for Abby, but I know plenty of families who have been happy with their results using those techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if they work, why haven't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; used these behavior modification techniques?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't want to make you feel bad, but since you asked: It's because Abby has been sleeping 14 uninterrupted hours a night since she was two days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Really?!?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/splityarn/2490163651/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/darkcircles-730417.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you seen the twin Grand Canyons under my eyes? Abby's not the best sleeper, even when she's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; coping with teething, sickness, or growth spurts. Part of that is due to our being clueless first-time parents, but we're learning. For example, it wasn't that many months ago when we still didn't have a consistent bedtime routine for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to "cry it out" and why we haven't tried it with Abby. Here are the facts as I understand them from reading several books and magazine articles on the subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a baby is in a stressful situation such as crying without being responded to by a caregiver, her system is flooded with the stress hormone cortisol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;During a &lt;a href="http://www.askdrsears.com/html/10/handout2.asp"&gt;cortisol overload&lt;/a&gt;, her brain is not learning new skills, such as the skill to "self-soothe."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Side note: The part of the brain that helps with self-soothing isn't well developed until the age of 2.5 to 3 years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the baby does eventually stop crying without any caregiver attention, it's because she's tired herself out. Her system can't handle the stress anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all cried ourselves to sleep before&amp;#8212;except my macho husband of course. We know what this feels like. While you were crying yourself to sleep, did you pick up any new skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I believe, based on the reading I've done: Applied to the extreme, what the "cry it out" method teaches a baby is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the skill of soothing herself to sleep. What it teaches her is that when she is stressed about falling asleep, her caregiver will not help her cope with that stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/breckenpool/2341802697/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/potty-741599.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Babies needs help learning how to fall asleep, just like anything else. Why are we so averse to teaching them this particular skill? It would be like if while teaching our babies to use the potty, we duct-taped their asses to the toilet, said "Figure it out," and shut the bathroom door to leave them to work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The Bottom Line?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to choose between leaving your baby to cry it out and getting up every two hours to shush her back to sleep. That's what's called a &lt;a href="http://www.vitalsmarts.com/glossary.aspx#q27"&gt;sucker's choice&lt;/a&gt;, and it's a crock of elephant poo. How ridiculous would it be if you were struggling to eat healthier and lose weight, and someone said to you: "Well, you can keep stuffing your face at every opportunity, or you're going to have to stop eating altogether. Your choice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to teach your baby the new skill of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;how to soothe herself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;, the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0071381392/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;The No-Cry Sleep Solution&lt;/a&gt; is an excellent, easy-to-read resource.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget to come back here tomorrow when I post &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12 concrete, practical tips&lt;/span&gt; anyone can use to cope with baby's night wakings. Because I don't care how good a sleeper your baby is. She will get sick, she will get teeth, and she will have growth spurts. And on those nights, you'll need all the help you can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Photos by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/murilografics/"&gt;Murilo Grafics&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/splityarn/"&gt;splityarn&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/breckenpool/"&gt;BreckenPool&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-1595208028959087924?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/1595208028959087924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=1595208028959087924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/1595208028959087924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/1595208028959087924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2010/01/today-you-will-encounter-controversyin.html' title='Today, You Will Encounter Controversy...in Bed'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-3952092157663803616</id><published>2010-01-07T07:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T07:00:03.904-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Lie in Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/evilerin/3216371508/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/tired-750444.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first dirty little secret of parenting is that a full-term pregnancy is TEN months, not nine. I remember when I found out. I was a giddy prospective parent, reading the first of many pregnancy books, even before we were ready to start down the parenting road. I came across the phrase "40 weeks." I did the math in my head. It was like finding out Mexican Martinis are made with O'Douls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lie was just the first of many we've come to uncover. But the biggest, by far, has been all the "sleep through the night" business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Liar, Liar, Sleepless Quagmire&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medical definition of a baby who sleeps through the night is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sleeping five uninterrupted hours&lt;/span&gt;. Since when is sleeping from 8:00 pm to 1:00 am "through the night"? C'mon, medical community! How much harder would it be for all you nurses and pediatricians to switch to asking if our little ones are "sleeping five hours straight"? It's the same number of words, way more specific, and would make us poor sleepless schleps feel less of a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it would be unfair of me to blame just the medical folk. Our fellow parents propagate this one too. You know the parents who say their sweet little angels have been sleeping all night, every night&amp;#8212;without waking up once&amp;#8212;since the age of 2 months? I think they're probably lying to us. Could be they have very selective memories, or they drink to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, we don't have to like them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, though, when I've swallowed my pride enough to probe for more information when talking to one of these parents, I find out to them, the nights of dealing with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sickness&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;teething&lt;/span&gt; don't count. Kind of like having sweets during the holidays isn't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; cheating on your diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marrholmes/June2009#5368011783928294626"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/awake-766335.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And don't forget the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;growth spurts&lt;/span&gt;! During these most magical of times when your baby's brain doubles in size and years are shaved off your life due to lack of sleep, charming junior will all but sit back and laugh as you desperately cling to the life preserver of your trusty bedtime routine. Think I'm kidding? This is 16-month-old Abby awake at 3 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your Turn:&lt;/span&gt; Did you go into parenthood knowing the truth about a typical baby's sleeping habits? Or, like us, did you think after a few hard months at the beginning, you'd start getting a full night's sleep every night thereafter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;More Where That Came From&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, check back for part 2 of 3 in this Sleepless Quagmire series. I'm probably going to piss off a lot of people. It will be pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to make up for my insensitivity, the final post in this series will include &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12 concrete, practical tips&lt;/span&gt; anyone can use to cope with baby's night wakings. Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Photos by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/evilerin/"&gt;Evil Erin&lt;/a&gt; and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-3952092157663803616?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/3952092157663803616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=3952092157663803616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/3952092157663803616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/3952092157663803616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2010/01/greatest-lie-in-parenting.html' title='The Greatest Lie in Parenting'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-7149070619675961195</id><published>2010-01-06T20:12:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:48:26.244-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>How My Morning Went</title><content type='html'>Erik runs to work early on Wednesday mornings, so we don't see him at all in the morning. Our nanny used to come on Wednesday mornings, so she would help take care of Abby so I could finish getting ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this week, Abby started preschool full-time. That meant that this morning, it was just me and Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took mental stock of the morning as it progressed so you could see how very talented I am as a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 baby nursing from dawn until 8 am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tired mama walking out into the living room with 1 happy baby on her hip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pedromourapinheiro/3817466944/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/dogcouch-753992.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 dog found sleeping on the couch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 dog yelled at and put outside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 diaper pooped in while dog was put outside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 diaper changed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama feeling guilty about dog being outside in the cold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 dog brought back inside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 bowls of oatmeal made, 1 for mama and 1 for baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 bowls of oatmeal eaten&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 diaper pooped in while eating oatmeal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 diaper changed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 baby still hungry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;0.5 banana eaten by baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kona99/3830187106/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/dogfood-722882.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;0.5 banana handed from baby's hand to dogs' mouths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama deciding she doesn't have time to care about germs this morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 dog disappearing from the banana-eating area&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 dog returning to the banana-eating area and depositing a mouthful of cat poop at 1 mama's feet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 dog yelled at and put outside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 shower for mama while 1 baby played with mama's make-up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 diaper pooped in while mama showered&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 diaper changed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 baby still hungry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;10 &lt;a href="http://www.goraw.com/products/Spirulina_Super_Chips"&gt;spirulina cookies&lt;/a&gt; eaten (approximate)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eqqman/1433766327/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 20px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/milk-782303.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 baby nursing before it was time to leave for school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 baby wanting more even after milk source is depleted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama distracting 1 baby by talking about Baby Bear and Mama Bear and Jayden (the baby doll)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama dressing 1 baby while baby squirmed and twisted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama brushing 1 baby's teeth while baby squirmed and twisted and clamped her mouth shut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama picking up 3 bags and putting bags on her shoulder: 1 mama lunch, 1 mama laptop bag, 1 baby lunch (and thankful that 1 daddy already made baby's lunch!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama and 1 baby ready to leave the house...victory!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ntr23/2772300014/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/stairs-769243.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama opening the front door and holding 1 baby's hand at the threshold to help her step down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 baby deciding she wanted to bring a book in the car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama shutting the door and getting the book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama and 1 baby ready to leave the house again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama opening the front door&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 baby deciding she wanted to bring Baby Bear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama shutting the door and getting the Baby Bear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama and 1 baby ready to leave the house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama opening the front door&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama and 1 baby in the car at 10:14 am, 1 hour later than planned&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 baby arriving at school in the outside play area where baby's class was already gathered&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama spending 5 minutes to get baby engaged in playing with her friends at school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama standing up and walking away to leave for work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 baby realizing mama is no longer standing in front of her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 baby crying for mama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fikirbaz/2613813891/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 20px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/cry-709110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teacher picking up 1 crying baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama leaving while 1 baby is still crying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama feeling like a meanie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama doing her make-up in car (only when stopped, of course)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 mama arriving to work 9 minutes before her first meeting of the day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Photos by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pedromourapinheiro/"&gt;Pedro Moura Pinheiro&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kona99/"&gt;kona99&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eqqman/"&gt;eggman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ntr23/"&gt;ntr23&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fikirbaz/"&gt;fikirbaz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-7149070619675961195?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/7149070619675961195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=7149070619675961195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/7149070619675961195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/7149070619675961195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2010/01/how-my-morning-went.html' title='How My Morning Went'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-1163907469471229723</id><published>2010-01-01T17:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T17:34:14.888-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Check out Abby's original fashion creations, her first beer review, and a sneak preview of her upcoming yoga video&amp;#8212;all in the &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marrholmes/December2009"&gt;December&lt;/a&gt; photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2452-704904.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2452-704895.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-1163907469471229723?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/1163907469471229723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=1163907469471229723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/1163907469471229723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/1163907469471229723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-5666403702269234811</id><published>2009-12-30T20:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:03:06.595-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>A Holiday Present for You</title><content type='html'>No better way to ring in the New Year than to catch up on posting baby photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marrholmes/September2009"&gt;September&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marrholmes/October2009"&gt;October&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marrholmes/November2009"&gt;November&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2136-700489.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2136-700478.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-5666403702269234811?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/5666403702269234811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=5666403702269234811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/5666403702269234811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/5666403702269234811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/12/holiday-present-for-you.html' title='A Holiday Present for You'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-2699082715255331166</id><published>2009-09-13T11:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:04:40.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Double Feature: July and August Photos Posted</title><content type='html'>We've been lazy. So finally, here are the &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marrholmes/July2009"&gt;July&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marrholmes/August2009"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt; photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/CIMG1091-760953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/CIMG1091-760606.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-2699082715255331166?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/2699082715255331166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=2699082715255331166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/2699082715255331166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/2699082715255331166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/09/double-feature-july-and-august-photos.html' title='Double Feature: July and August Photos Posted'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-5903030548219314884</id><published>2009-07-15T22:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:16:12.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>June Photos Posted</title><content type='html'>Turns out Abby isn't too sure about sea dragons, but she doesn't mind posing behind goofy cutouts. See for yourself in the &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marrholmes/June2009"&gt;June photos&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1419-744504.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1419-744497.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-5903030548219314884?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/5903030548219314884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=5903030548219314884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/5903030548219314884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/5903030548219314884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/07/june-photos-posted.html' title='June Photos Posted'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-3157940490581453818</id><published>2009-06-15T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:07:12.371-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>May Photos Posted</title><content type='html'>Will she be a conductor or a biologist? Check out the &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marrholmes/May2009"&gt;May photos&lt;/a&gt; for further clues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1105-787600.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1105-787589.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-3157940490581453818?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/3157940490581453818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=3157940490581453818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/3157940490581453818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/3157940490581453818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/06/may-photos-posted.html' title='May Photos Posted'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-4149803903725476825</id><published>2009-05-22T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:54:23.962-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Bonus April Photos</title><content type='html'>We loved the photos Katherine O'Brien took of my &lt;a href="http://www.katherineobrien.com/pages/portraits1.html"&gt;preggers belly&lt;/a&gt; and Abby's &lt;a href="http://katherineophoto.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-babies.html"&gt;newborn days&lt;/a&gt;, so we recently asked Katherine to come back and capture Abby at 1 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine picked a few of her favorite 1-year shots and posted them to her blog&amp;#8212;&lt;a href="http://katherineophoto.blogspot.com/2009/05/abby-turns-one.html"&gt;check 'em out&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PzJhLKShTC0/Sgnrb0iL12I/AAAAAAAAFO0/AeIUKeCVDyw/s800/Abby057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 513px; height: 342px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PzJhLKShTC0/Sgnrb0iL12I/AAAAAAAAFO0/AeIUKeCVDyw/s800/Abby057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-4149803903725476825?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/4149803903725476825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=4149803903725476825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/4149803903725476825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/4149803903725476825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/05/bonus-april-photos.html' title='Bonus April Photos'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PzJhLKShTC0/Sgnrb0iL12I/AAAAAAAAFO0/AeIUKeCVDyw/s72-c/Abby057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-4227311279040890971</id><published>2009-05-04T18:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:34:29.624-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>April Photos Posted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marrholmes/April2009"&gt;April&lt;/a&gt; was an exciting month in parenthood as we watched Abby develop her organizational skills! Oh yeah, she also &lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/04/and-so-it-begins_26.html"&gt;learned how to walk&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1023-786355.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1023-786348.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-4227311279040890971?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/4227311279040890971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=4227311279040890971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/4227311279040890971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/4227311279040890971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/05/april-photos-posted.html' title='April Photos Posted'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-7374313742528280295</id><published>2009-04-26T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:50:44.569-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>And So It Begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7284e71d86429445" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D7284e71d86429445%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1264840395%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D1A3B630C9D9A0D252E9252D204E0275AE15FB6A8.6898D0DA3898EBAB1BAACE329C270CA2A312EE1A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7284e71d86429445%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D24C4SG3R6vNNL78ggA6EJnpzCu8&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D7284e71d86429445%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1264840395%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D1A3B630C9D9A0D252E9252D204E0275AE15FB6A8.6898D0DA3898EBAB1BAACE329C270CA2A312EE1A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7284e71d86429445%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D24C4SG3R6vNNL78ggA6EJnpzCu8&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-7374313742528280295?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7284e71d86429445&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/7374313742528280295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=7374313742528280295' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/7374313742528280295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/7374313742528280295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/04/and-so-it-begins_26.html' title='And So It Begins...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-5494544922617319372</id><published>2009-04-07T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:11:00.761-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>Review: The Uncommon Reader</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0374280967/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 210px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0374280967.01._SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0374280967/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;The Uncommon Reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt; Alan Bennett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Category:&lt;/strong&gt; Fiction, Adult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; 3/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; A mobile library van visits Buckingham Palace, where the Queen stumbles upon it and feels obligated to check out a book, even though she doesn't really read books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Review:&lt;/strong&gt; Cute book. It reminded me of the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0436697/"&gt;The Queen&lt;/a&gt;. You know, because they're both about the Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that this book was my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;exact&lt;/span&gt; cup of tea, but I enjoyed it. And at 120 pages, it was a super-quick read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love books and the monarchy, you'll adore this little lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-5494544922617319372?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/5494544922617319372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=5494544922617319372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/5494544922617319372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/5494544922617319372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/04/review-uncommon-reader.html' title='Review: The Uncommon Reader'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-7005318108989498653</id><published>2009-04-06T22:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:08:51.911-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>March Photos Posted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marrholmes/March2009"&gt;March&lt;/a&gt; is over, and Abby's not yet walking or talking (without her hands, that is). But she's so, so close! Any day now, we're going to be wishing we hadn't been so anxious for these next steps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0857-741977.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0857-741971.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-7005318108989498653?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/7005318108989498653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=7005318108989498653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/7005318108989498653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/7005318108989498653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/04/march-photos-posted.html' title='March Photos Posted'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-4147623815508098162</id><published>2009-03-03T20:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:16:03.724-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>February Photos Posted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marrholmes/February2009"&gt;February&lt;/a&gt; brought Abby a birthday, fashion accessories, and yes, more cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0724-741989.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0724-741980.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-4147623815508098162?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/4147623815508098162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=4147623815508098162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/4147623815508098162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/4147623815508098162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/03/february-photos-posted.html' title='February Photos Posted'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-8495100771557315560</id><published>2009-03-01T22:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:23:24.279-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Abby by the Month</title><content type='html'>We're still deciding what will make the cut for the February album, but in the meantime enjoy &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marrholmes/AbbyByTheMonth"&gt;a year's worth&lt;/a&gt; of red chair photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0664-721609.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0664-721603.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-8495100771557315560?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/8495100771557315560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=8495100771557315560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/8495100771557315560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/8495100771557315560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/03/abby-by-month.html' title='Abby by the Month'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-1337886512445070651</id><published>2009-02-12T08:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:16:02.741-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Birthday Traditions</title><content type='html'>Abby turns 1 on Monday. Every day, she seems a little more grown up. Like yesterday, she would not let me hold her cup for her. She insisted on holding it herself. A year ago, she couldn't even hold up her own head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, we're having a party for her with a few friends. But what do you do at a 1-year-old's birthday party? Are there games to play? Do you all sit around and drink beer while she crawls around and around like she's training to be a whirling dervish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the party, one tradition we want to try is writing a letter to Abby every year, sealing them up, then giving them to her when she's 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;birthday traditions&lt;/span&gt; do you have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-1337886512445070651?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/1337886512445070651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=1337886512445070651' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/1337886512445070651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/1337886512445070651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/02/birthday-traditions.html' title='Birthday Traditions'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-6265268275956495196</id><published>2009-02-06T20:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:08:56.731-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>January Photos Posted</title><content type='html'>After you take a swing through &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marrholmes/January2009"&gt;January&lt;/a&gt;, check out the latest addition to &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marrholmes/AbbyByTheMonth"&gt;Abby by the Month&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0503-770881.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0503-770862.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-6265268275956495196?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/6265268275956495196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=6265268275956495196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/6265268275956495196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/6265268275956495196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/02/january-photos-posted.html' title='January Photos Posted'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-6694837232461736623</id><published>2009-01-26T20:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:29:41.581-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>A New Outlet for My Geekdom</title><content type='html'>I've been studiously posting book reviews here for &lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/01/2008-books-in-review.html"&gt;every book I read&lt;/a&gt;. But I've also been holding back. In a review, I don't always go into detail about what I liked or didn't like because I know people like Anne-Marie and Yvette and even &lt;a href="http://hybridcarsandcottages.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lacy&lt;/a&gt; probably just read the rating, if that, and get on with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other things I'm holding back. Like cool writing exercises I come across. And why I started but didn't finish a certain book. And how do you possibly decide what to read next when your to-read list is almost a thousand books long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding to that, I know there must be other people out there like me&amp;#8212;wannabe young adult writers who devour the latest, hottest YA creation hoping to learn from it, or just to be close to what we so desperately want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the other YA wannabes, but also as an outlet for myself, I've created...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yannabe.com/"&gt;YAnnabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can geek out to my heart's content on reading and writing for YA, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;don't have to wade through book review after book review when all you really want is just a cute picture of Abby every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I will probably post a monthly roundup of book ratings here because I will always want to spread the word about good books. And you won't be free from my non-YA book reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you like all those YA book reviews, or if you just can't get enough of me and my opinions, I'll &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;totally understand&lt;/span&gt; if you want to sneak over to &lt;a href="http://yannabe.com/"&gt;YAnnabe&lt;/a&gt; and subscribe by &lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/a/emailverifySubmit?feedId=2884598&amp;loc=en_US"&gt;email&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/feed.php?pub=kellyjholmes&amp;h1=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Fyannabe&amp;t1="&gt;feed reader&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-6694837232461736623?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/6694837232461736623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=6694837232461736623' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/6694837232461736623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/6694837232461736623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/01/new-outlet-for-my-geekdom.html' title='A New Outlet for My Geekdom'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-6359783336259553741</id><published>2009-01-18T12:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:46:05.559-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green living'/><title type='text'>On Footy Pajamas</title><content type='html'>You've timed everything perfectly. She's fed, she's well rested, and she has a clean diaper on. You have just enough time to put on her socks and shoes before you have to leave and make it to your one Official Baby Enrichment Activity for the weekend&amp;#8212;storytime at the local bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit down, plop her on your lap facing forward, and put her left sock on. But as you turn your attention to the right sock, she's already pulled off the left sock. Right sock in place, you turn back to the left sock, and she zeroes in on the right. Rinse, repeat, and lather yourself into a frenzy as the start of storytime passes and you're still trying to get your kid's damn socks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby has cold feet pretty much all the time. If we try to sneak socks on her feet after she's fallen asleep, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;she knows&lt;/span&gt;. When we wake up in the morning, the socks are gone and she's just lying there like an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited. And plotted. And waited some more. Finally, the weather in Austin got chilly enough to implement our wicked scheme to keep our child's feet warm at night&amp;#8212;footy pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_4075-781642.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/uploaded_images/IMG_4075-781633.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I picked up a super cute pair of red-and-white jammies at Whole Foods made by &lt;a href="http://www.underthenile.com/"&gt;Under the Nile&lt;/a&gt;. Abby looked adorable in them, and her toes were warm. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the thing about footy pajamas, or at least footy pajamas with my kid. Abby still soaks at least one diaper by 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning. That means the footy pajamas have to come off, the diaper has to be changed, and the pajamas have to go back on, all while she cries and cries and cries her heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular pair of pajamas has snaps from the middle of one knee all the way up to the neck. Do you have any idea how hard it is to redo forty-two freaking &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;snaps&lt;/span&gt; at 2:00 in the morning in the dark while your baby is crying buckets and you're barely awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my parenting tip of the day: When in the market for footy pajamas, steer clear of snaps. The zipper is a wonderful invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-16796596560947_2038_9874268"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 281px;" src="http://us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-16796596560947_2038_9874268" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found some cute, organic, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;zippered&lt;/span&gt; footy pajamas made by &lt;a href="http://greenbabies.com/"&gt;Green Babies&lt;/a&gt; that are working out much better. They're a little on the pricey side, although &lt;a href="http://www.footypajamas.com/"&gt;footypajamas.com&lt;/a&gt; is having a sale. We figured if we couldn't invest in a completely organic wardrobe for Abby, we could at least spend $30 on a pair of organic pajamas since she spends 12 hours of every day in pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'll take these zipper pajamas over snap pajamas any day, it's not the most ideal solution because we still have to unzip, take both legs out, change the diaper, put both legs back in, then zip back up. There's gotta be a better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the parents out there: Do you have an anti-sock child? And if so, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what do you do&lt;/span&gt; to keep their feet warm at night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-6359783336259553741?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/6359783336259553741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=6359783336259553741' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/6359783336259553741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/6359783336259553741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/01/on-footy-pajamas.html' title='On Footy Pajamas'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-2315864641864351121</id><published>2009-01-07T22:29:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:28:44.843-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA fiction'/><title type='text'>Review: Let It Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0142412147/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0142412147.01._SX140_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0142412147/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Let It Snow: Three Holiday Romances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt; John Green, Maureen Johnson, Lauren Myracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Category:&lt;/strong&gt; Fiction, Young Adult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; 3.5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; Three interconnected holiday stories of love from three bestselling teen authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Review:&lt;/strong&gt; I wasn't quite ready to let the holidays go, so I actually put this on hold at the library &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; Christmas. I felt a little weird cracking it open in my living room now completely devoid of holiday decorations. But I'm glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are quick, fun stories that made me laugh out loud several times&amp;#8212;not a common occurrence when I'm reading. I loved the sarcastic humor of the characters, especially in the first two stories. The main character in the last story was a little whiny for my taste, but that was kind of the whole point of the story in the first place so I got over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already had John Green's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0525478183/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Paper Towns&lt;/a&gt; on my to-read list, but I loved Maureen Johnson's writing so I'm trying to pick one of her books to add. Maybe &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1595141324/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Devilish&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-2315864641864351121?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/2315864641864351121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=2315864641864351121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/2315864641864351121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/2315864641864351121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/01/review-let-it-snow.html' title='Review: Let It Snow'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-4336653538508884907</id><published>2009-01-04T22:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:44:04.797-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA fiction'/><title type='text'>Review: The Dead and the Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0152063110/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0152063110.01._SX140_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0152063110/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;The Dead and the Gone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt; Susan Beth Pfeffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Category:&lt;/strong&gt; Fiction, Young Adult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; 0.5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; A meteor hits the Moon, knocking it towards the Earth. Alex Morales lives in New York City with his family and must find a way to help them survive the chaos that ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Review:&lt;/strong&gt; Goodness. Am I getting &lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2008/12/review-wicked-lovely.html"&gt;persnickety&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/01/review-things-i-want-my-daughters-to.html"&gt;what&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get any further in this review, you really should check out &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0152061541/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Life As We Knew It&lt;/a&gt; by this same author with a similar premise. That book is worth your time, without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, let me get down to business. This book was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt;. I almost stopped reading it several times. What kept me going in the end wasn't wanting to know what happened to the characters. I got the idea that I should take notes as I read it so I can look for those problems in my own writing in the future, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why I finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting so annoyed while reading that I actually read passages aloud to Erik to make sure I wasn't off my rocker. He assured me that I am not&amp;#8212;at least in regards to my opinion of this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what follows is an exercise in trying to articulate what could made a book so awful. Here's the short version: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Skip this book and read something else instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The characters came across with the personality and depth of cardboard cutouts. Their dialogue was stilted and wooden&amp;#8212;not realistic for teen characters at all.&lt;li&gt;During most scenes, I could only assume that the characters were rendered completely immobile by some silent and unnamed attacker. They didn't brush hair out of their eyes, bite their lips, furrow their brows, tilt their heads, shift their weight to one foot, cross their arms, uncross their arms, look down, look up, look to the side, or even blink for Pete's sake. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little. But if I went back and counted all the characters' actions during the scenes of dialogue, I bet the fingers on two hands would be more than sufficient. Personally, I really like those little actions during dialogue, and I longed for them in this book. Those little actions help you know how a character's reacting to someone else's words. They give you clues about whether they're lying or happy or sad or tired. The only way I knew what the characters were feeling was...&lt;li&gt;The author tells the characters' emotions instead of showing them. Don't tell me that "the priest looked exhausted." Show me that his eyes have dark circles under them or he's downing one cup of coffee after another or he keeps pressing the heels of his hand into his eye sockets. It's more interesting that way. The way I show exhaustion (go from zero to bitch in less than a second) is different from how someone else shows exhaustion (Erik, for example, will fall asleep mid-sentence). And that's how you get to know a person.&lt;li&gt;Too much time was spent on inane details. Pages 88 to 91 describe every step one character goes through to pack a duffel bag for another character. Trust me, that wasn't necessary for the plot or character development.&lt;li&gt;I'm not religious, but the religious parts came across as even flatter than the characters.&lt;/ul&gt;But possibly more important than all those writing mechanics, the reason you shouldn't read this or recommend this to anyone in its target age group is that it's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;depressing as hell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the book on Saturday and finished it today. Starting last night and continuing into today, I was feeling pretty down and depressed. It took me a while to figure out this book was the cause. Not only does the book get pretty gruesome halfway through, but it's also completely devoid of hope. Dark is fine. I don't mind dark as long as there's some light to balance it out. I am a devout &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Buffy&lt;/span&gt; fan, after all. But this book goes too far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-4336653538508884907?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/4336653538508884907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=4336653538508884907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/4336653538508884907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/4336653538508884907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/01/review-dead-and-gone.html' title='Review: The Dead and the Gone'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-8978522007668576048</id><published>2009-01-04T10:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:48:50.826-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>Review: Things I Want My Daughters to Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/006112219X/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/006112219X.01._SX140_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/006112219X/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Things I Want My Daughters to Know&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt; Elizabeth Noble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Category:&lt;/strong&gt; Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; 2/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; A mother dying of cancer writes letters to her husband and each of her four daughters, then keeps a diary in her last days. Her daughters receive the letters and the diary after she passes away and have to reconcile their mother's advice with what's going on in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Review:&lt;/strong&gt; I had trouble getting into this story. It had so many different "main" characters that I didn't feel a real connection with any of them. The book switches point of view among the 4 daughters and the husband. (Unless you count all the letters and diary entries from the mom&amp;#8212;that would make 6 points of view.) Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if you had a little more time to spend with each character before being switched to the next one, but the switches were too frequent for me to settle into a character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story itself is fine, but what's a story without a character you can settle into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a hard time reading some of the dialogue. Sometimes there wouldn't be a paragraph break between text describing the actions of one character and the speech of another character. So I'd misunderstand and think the first character was the one saying it until I got further in the conversation and realized that I was off by a character. Also, when more than two people were talking, the dialogue wasn't always attributed so I had absolutely no idea who was saying what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, not a horrible book but also nothing to write home about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-8978522007668576048?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/8978522007668576048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=8978522007668576048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/8978522007668576048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/8978522007668576048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/01/review-things-i-want-my-daughters-to.html' title='Review: Things I Want My Daughters to Know'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821653633491622556.post-1040724269271265487</id><published>2009-01-02T22:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:55:56.173-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids&apos; fiction'/><title type='text'>2008 Books in Review</title><content type='html'>This year, I read almost as many books as the previous 2 years combined. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;70&lt;/span&gt; was the grand total for the year. (Who knew having a kid would give me &lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2008/11/8-easy-ways-to-cultivate-daily-reading.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; reading time&lt;/a&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always looking for book recommendations, so tell me: What were &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;your favorite books&lt;/span&gt; last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. I'll go first. My two favorites of the year also make it to my all-time favorites list, so I would highly recommend them to anyone and everyone:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nonfiction: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0060852550/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fiction: &lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2008/11/review-disreputable-history-of-frankie.html"&gt;The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And there are a few more I'd recommend to specific folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For the Kids (or Kids at Heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2008/08/review-feathers.html"&gt;Feathers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0375841857/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Flush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0060535458/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Olive's Ocean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2008/12/review-penderwicks-on-gardam-street.html"&gt;The Penderwicks on Gardam Street&lt;/a&gt; (start with &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0440420474/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;The Penderwicks&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2008/12/review-tales-of-beedle-bard.html"&gt;The Tales of Beedle the Bard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2008/11/review-theodosia-and-serpents-of-chaos.html"&gt;Theodosia and the Serpents of Chaos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2008/12/review-underneath.html"&gt;The Underneath&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For the Teens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2008/11/review-disreputable-history-of-frankie.html"&gt;The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0385733410/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Rebel Angels&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2008/06/review-sweet-far-thing.html"&gt;The Sweet Far Thing&lt;/a&gt; (start with &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0385732317/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;A Great and Terrible Beauty&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/ul&gt;And go ahead and read the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0316015849/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt; series. It's not the best stuff in the world, but it's fun as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For the Aspiring Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2008/11/review-how-to-become-famous-writer.html"&gt;How to Become a Famous Writer Before You're Dead: Your Words in Print and Your Name in Lights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2008/12/review-no-plot-no-problem.html"&gt;No Plot? No Problem! A Low-Stress, High-Velocity Guide to Writing a Novel in 30 Days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2008/05/review-writer-mama.html"&gt;Writer Mama: How to Raise a Writing Career Alongside Your Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For the Expecting or New Parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know you're tired and/or have a lot to do. But these are all worth it, I promise.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2008/10/review-baby-minds.html"&gt;Baby Minds: Brain-Building Games Your Baby Will Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2008/10/review-baby-signs_16.html"&gt;Baby Signs: How to Talk with Your Baby Before Your Baby Can Talk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2008/07/review-diaper-free-baby.html"&gt;The Diaper-Free Baby: The Natural Toilet Training Alternative&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0312275188/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Good Nights: The Happy Parents' Guide to the Family Bed (and a Peaceful Night's Sleep!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0553381466/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;The Happiest Baby on the Block: The New Way to Calm Crying and Help Your Newborn Baby Sleep Longer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1558323317/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;Nursing Mother, Working Mother&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0316017507/ref=nosim/3lastnames-20"&gt;The Vaccine Book: Making the Right Decision for Your Child&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For the Other Parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2008/11/review-unconditional-parenting.html"&gt;Unconditional Parenting: Moving from Rewards and Punishments to Love and Reason&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2008/11/review-waiting-for-birdy.html"&gt;Waiting for Birdy: A Year of Frantic Tedium, Neurotic Angst, and the Wild Magic of Growing a Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Finally, Some 2008 Stats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to read a novel or two in between every nonfiction book, so these numbers make sense:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fiction:&lt;/span&gt; 66%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nonfiction:&lt;/span&gt; 34%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the breakdown within the fiction category:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Adult fiction:&lt;/span&gt; 13%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YA or kids' fiction:&lt;/span&gt; 87%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7821653633491622556-1040724269271265487?l=www.ourthreelastnames.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/1040724269271265487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7821653633491622556&amp;postID=1040724269271265487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/1040724269271265487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7821653633491622556/posts/default/1040724269271265487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourthreelastnames.com/2009/01/2008-books-in-review.html' title='2008 Books in Review'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14721035479480454039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18075500311691266905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>