<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:26:24.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woodhead 3.5</title><subtitle type='html'>“You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-9018545506385592153</id><published>2009-04-25T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:05:46.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decision</title><content type='html'>If this baby is a girl her name will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinlin Jane Carrigan Woodhead, Quin for short. Jane is Evan's oldest sister's middle name. And Carrigan is my great great grandmother's maiden name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-9018545506385592153?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/9018545506385592153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=9018545506385592153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/9018545506385592153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/9018545506385592153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision.html' title='The Decision'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-7418206163845722001</id><published>2009-04-22T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:51:59.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Childbirth is the ordinary miracle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-7418206163845722001?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7418206163845722001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=7418206163845722001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/7418206163845722001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/7418206163845722001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfect.html' title='Perfect'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-1729155666861230404</id><published>2009-04-14T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:26:46.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name Game</title><content type='html'>We are having trouble naming our baby when it's girl. Evan jinxed himself before we had Hartlee by saying that he would prefer all girls to boys (I believe he is insane for preferring this). Also his brothers seem to think he will have all girls as well. Bitch sperm as Evan calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we have narrowed it down to these options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ailey pronounced I-lee. We might spell it Eilee, Ailee, or Islee. I like this name but im still not sold. First Im afraid that she will constantly have to correct people on how to say her name. I can hear the mistakes now Is-lee, A-lee, ugh. Second Evan wants her middle name to be Jane so we would have Ailey Jane and Hartlee Elaine. Kinda sounds like Dr. Suess names our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellee. I like Ellee I just think it needs to be a nickname, especially when compared to Hartlee. I like Elodi and Elliot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irelynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinlan, Quinn for short. Or maybe just Quinn. Quinlan means descent from the handsome man according to babynames.com which would be fitting if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways let me know what you think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if its a boy he will be Sawyer Maxwell Thomas Woodhead. Long I know, but we like torturing our kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-1729155666861230404?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/1729155666861230404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=1729155666861230404' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/1729155666861230404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/1729155666861230404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/04/name-game.html' title='The Name Game'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-3645406842740108429</id><published>2009-04-06T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:24:48.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song To Make You Cry</title><content type='html'>I love this song. Everytime I hear it I cry, because every word of it is undeniably true. I seriously recommend listening to it and not just reading the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Wont Be Like This For Long&lt;br /&gt;By Darius Rucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't have to wake up&lt;br /&gt;He'd been up all nite&lt;br /&gt;Lay'n there in bed listen'n&lt;br /&gt;To his new born baby cry&lt;br /&gt;He makes a pot of coffee&lt;br /&gt;He splashes water on his face&lt;br /&gt;His wife gives him a kiss and says&lt;br /&gt;It gonna be OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wont be like this for long&lt;br /&gt;One day soon we'll look back laugh'n&lt;br /&gt;At the week we brought her home&lt;br /&gt;This phase is gonna fly by&lt;br /&gt;So baby just hold on&lt;br /&gt;It won't be like this for long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years later bout four thirty&lt;br /&gt;She's crawling in their bed&lt;br /&gt;And when he drops her off at preschool&lt;br /&gt;She's clinging to his leg&lt;br /&gt;The teacher peels her off of him&lt;br /&gt;He says what can I do&lt;br /&gt;She says now don't you worry&lt;br /&gt;This will only last a week or two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wont be like this for long&lt;br /&gt;One day soon we'll drop her off&lt;br /&gt;And she wont even know you're gone&lt;br /&gt;This phase is gonna fly by&lt;br /&gt;If you can just hold on&lt;br /&gt;It wont be like this for long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day soon she'll be a teenager&lt;br /&gt;And at times you'll think she hates him&lt;br /&gt;Then he'll walk her down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;And he'll raise her veil&lt;br /&gt;But right now she up and cry'n&lt;br /&gt;And the truth is that he don't mind&lt;br /&gt;As he kisses her good night&lt;br /&gt;And she says her prayers&lt;br /&gt;He lays down there beside her&lt;br /&gt;Till her eyes are finally closed&lt;br /&gt;And just watch'n her it breaks his heart&lt;br /&gt;Cause he already knows&lt;br /&gt;It wont be like this for long&lt;br /&gt;One day soon that little girl is gonna be&lt;br /&gt;All grown up and gone&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this phase is gonna fly by&lt;br /&gt;He's try'n to hold on&lt;br /&gt;It wont be like this for long&lt;br /&gt;It wont be like this for long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-3645406842740108429?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/3645406842740108429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=3645406842740108429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/3645406842740108429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/3645406842740108429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-to-make-you-cry.html' title='A Song To Make You Cry'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-8089056134805301347</id><published>2009-03-21T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:36:14.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentation Is Everything</title><content type='html'>The other night I went to an adult toy party at my friend Sara's. The lady who supplies the goods was interesting, to say the least. She was an extremely heavy set woman with extremely short butch hair. Her partner who was there with her was no better looking. Ok fine so shes a lesbian, so shes not an attractive person, so her partner is no better than she is, cool. To each their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres my problem, when talking about the goods that she was selling she kept saying that she makes sure to test them all, that way she's able to tell her buyers if they are good or not. EEERRRR. That's the sound of my brain trying its very hardest to not go to that place, that place where I get the visual, the visual that honestly could make me vomit, that place where I so do not want to be. Think happy thoughts. But I cant think happy thoughts because this lesbian keeps insisting how this product and that product are amazing. I compare this to being served food from the most stinky, sweaty, greasy person EVER. How do you then eat your meal without constantly thinking about who just brough it to you? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do? I turned to my friends Coors Light and Jell-O shot. Thank you friends for being there when I definitely needed you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-8089056134805301347?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/8089056134805301347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=8089056134805301347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/8089056134805301347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/8089056134805301347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/03/presentation-is-everything.html' title='Presentation Is Everything'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-3511153535058414004</id><published>2009-03-21T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:10:40.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momism #2</title><content type='html'>I think that low lying/crawling/walking children should have collars with jingly balls around their neck's. That way when they sneak up behind you, you wont step on them. Sorry Hartlee, you'll be able to function without fingers right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I would like to ask, why is the only time any child is quiet is when they are up to no good or in danger?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-3511153535058414004?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/3511153535058414004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=3511153535058414004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/3511153535058414004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/3511153535058414004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/03/momism-2.html' title='Momism #2'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-854878866953339902</id><published>2009-03-13T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:20:11.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victor</title><content type='html'>My friend Victor passed away this morning. It makes me sad to lose another person that I care for and have so many wonderful memories with. I feel like the world should stop so I can catch my breath, but it doesnt, it just seems to spin faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-854878866953339902?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/854878866953339902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=854878866953339902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/854878866953339902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/854878866953339902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/03/victor.html' title='Victor'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-5241811424420110273</id><published>2009-03-10T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:55:02.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays</title><content type='html'>I love Sundays. I love that Evan doesn't work. I love that all the little things that need to get done around the house always seem to get accomplished on Sundays. I love that Hartlee doesn't have basketball, tae kwon do, t-ball, dance, or any other activity to be at. I love that she has no friends, so there are no play dates or birthday parties to attend. Its just me, Evan and Hartlee for one full day with nothing to do but be a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SbbDJuadqLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lcpfDX-cvPw/s1600-h/3-8-09+%2824%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SbbDJuadqLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lcpfDX-cvPw/s320/3-8-09+%2824%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311647382375344306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SbbDJSZWFaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZwB_1ENwsGc/s1600-h/3-8-09+%2826%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SbbDJSZWFaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZwB_1ENwsGc/s320/3-8-09+%2826%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311647374854460834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SbbC8TIx2FI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hQ-pCusOAnI/s1600-h/3-8-09+%2827%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SbbC8Ee7AGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mdP0V9VyiDk/s320/3-8-09+%2833%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311647147781455970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SbbC8Cx1CMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5oKDaV5vmVg/s1600-h/3-8-09+%288%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SbbC8Cx1CMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5oKDaV5vmVg/s320/3-8-09+%288%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311647147323885762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SbbC8Nsgj_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/awgr2zmwPjs/s1600-h/3-8-09+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SbbC8Nsgj_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/awgr2zmwPjs/s320/3-8-09+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311647150254362610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-5241811424420110273?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/5241811424420110273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=5241811424420110273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/5241811424420110273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/5241811424420110273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/03/sundays.html' title='Sundays'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SbbDJuadqLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lcpfDX-cvPw/s72-c/3-8-09+%2824%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-3731257627690656292</id><published>2009-03-06T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:35:07.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momism #1</title><content type='html'>Always be careful when picking the big green booger from your child's nose. Child might turn his/her head in exactly the right direction and booger could wind up in child's mouth becoming a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not about to go in her mouth for what was now a big green wet mushy booger, protected by two incredibly sharp baby teeth. Sorry Hartlee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-3731257627690656292?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/3731257627690656292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=3731257627690656292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/3731257627690656292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/3731257627690656292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/03/momism-1.html' title='Momism #1'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-5306526565888595580</id><published>2009-03-04T09:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:08:51.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts Of Evan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tottvwatch.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/wonderpets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://www.tottvwatch.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/wonderpets.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night Evan was watching the Wonder Pets with Hartlee. For those of you who dont know what the Wonder Pets are, Mark, they are class pets that "save the day" when other animals, real or make believe, are in trouble. There is Linny the Guinea Pig, Turtle Tuck, and Ming-Ming Duckling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was in the other room when I hear Evan, "Man Ming-Ming's a fuckin dick." This was then again confirmed a few days later when he replied, "arrogant fucking duck," after Ming-Ming tried to save the day by him/herself but then needed the help of Tuck, and Linny. Apparently my husband believes that an animated duck with a lisp meant to entertain children does not meet his animated duck with a lisp standards. Poor Ming-Ming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-5306526565888595580?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/5306526565888595580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=5306526565888595580' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/5306526565888595580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/5306526565888595580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-of-evan.html' title='Thoughts Of Evan'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-8316752007762975625</id><published>2009-03-02T11:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:10:23.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake Your Money Maker</title><content type='html'>I have decided that the new rule at work is that the kids must dance if they want something. Its pretty awesome when a 19 month old does what looks like the twist just for some goldfish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-8316752007762975625?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/8316752007762975625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=8316752007762975625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/8316752007762975625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/8316752007762975625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/03/shake-your-money-maker.html' title='Shake Your Money Maker'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-5207749986000031301</id><published>2009-02-24T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:07:30.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little To The Right Please</title><content type='html'>Did anyone watch the Oscars Sunday night? I usually never watch them, and I was reminded why when Sean Penn won for best actor. What is with liberal Hollywood? I find it extremely hard to believe that everyone there feels the way he does, but yet everyone there in Kodak theater applauded him when he gave his speech about the "hate banners" and the "shame in the eyes of people" who voted yes on 8. Do they applaud because of the backlash if they don't? Is right wing Hollywood that intimidated by the lefty's? Why are conservatives the ones who are made out to look like assholes? I think its very much the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Penn I voted yes on 8. And its not because I hate gays, I don't think that they should burn in hell or be exiled to an island. I do not feel shame for what I voted. Trust me I have done way worse to possibly feel shameful about. Yes on 8 isn't even in my top ten. Why cant you stick to what you're good at? And trust me it's not politics. Don't use your fame as a forum to spout off hate. Which is pretty hypocritical considering that is what you are outraged about in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired of everyone being so incredibly liberal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-5207749986000031301?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/5207749986000031301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=5207749986000031301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/5207749986000031301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/5207749986000031301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-to-right-please.html' title='A Little To The Right Please'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-6817495729397751205</id><published>2009-02-19T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:08:24.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.lawnornamentsandfountains.com/ProductImages/ad-massarelli/2825-b.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 303px;" src="https://www.lawnornamentsandfountains.com/ProductImages/ad-massarelli/2825-b.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people put fake animals in their yard? I think chaining a real goose, squirrel, bunny, etc to your lawn would be way cooler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-6817495729397751205?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/6817495729397751205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=6817495729397751205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/6817495729397751205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/6817495729397751205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-1854669186771463871</id><published>2009-02-19T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:37:14.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pie, Oh Pie!</title><content type='html'>Tuesday night around 10 Evan and I were in the living room watching t.v. when we heard yelling and cussing outside. So like any normal person we muted the t.v. and opened the front door to get a better look and listen. I'm so glad we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend: Fuck you Tim! You always wanna be with her. I ax you to fuck me, but all you wanna do is eat your pie! When the fuck are you gonna eat my pie?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, that is what she said. Classic. Not sure if I will ever have a normal relationship with pie again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-1854669186771463871?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/1854669186771463871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=1854669186771463871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/1854669186771463871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/1854669186771463871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/02/pie-oh-pie.html' title='Pie, Oh Pie!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-5337115491345079384</id><published>2009-01-26T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:53:57.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pony Tail</title><content type='html'>I realized the other day that the hair on top of Hartlees hair was long enough to put up so I went and bought some baby hair bands and viola! Maybe now people will quit thinking shes a boy.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the mess, Evan was painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SX3qdrh4Z-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/F-l6M1X3X4Y/s1600-h/1-25-09+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SX3qdrh4Z-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/F-l6M1X3X4Y/s400/1-25-09+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295646532479510498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SX3qdv6OaSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2-vsjaQFcO8/s1600-h/1-25-09+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SX3qdv6OaSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2-vsjaQFcO8/s400/1-25-09+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295646533655357730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SX3pORW6fGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WoIXPbxO3A8/s1600-h/1-25-09+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-5337115491345079384?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/5337115491345079384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=5337115491345079384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/5337115491345079384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/5337115491345079384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/01/pony-tail.html' title='Pony Tail'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SX3qdrh4Z-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/F-l6M1X3X4Y/s72-c/1-25-09+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-70465004917275506</id><published>2009-01-25T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:12:45.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uniqua</title><content type='html'>Can someone please tell me what the pink one is? I see a hippo, moose, penguin, ???, and kangaroo. It is driving me crazy. This is what it says on wikipedia, "Uniqua is a unique creature that is unlike any other in the world, and Uniqua is also the name of her species." You cant have four other normal animals and then some random unique creature, that is completely unfair to the others. Why is she so special? And why is the kangaroo the only one with pants on? And the penguin looks like he should be a chip n' dale's dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://100percentkelly.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/backyardigans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 251px;" src="http://100percentkelly.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/backyardigans.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-70465004917275506?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/70465004917275506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=70465004917275506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/70465004917275506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/70465004917275506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/01/uniqua.html' title='Uniqua'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-5331010376156732882</id><published>2009-01-21T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:07:29.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Go</title><content type='html'>This is my baby on her hands and knees in a crawling position. HOLY COW! How did this happen? How did this happen so fast? She doesn't hold this position for long but she will, very soon. Her days of being content lying on the floor are so very over. She will soon be a baby on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SXfhNbuthqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9iEI85hDlp0/s1600-h/1-21-09+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SXfhNbuthqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9iEI85hDlp0/s320/1-21-09+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293947507895535266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SXfhNJBPvrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SGNU7xpkwPE/s1600-h/1-21-09+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SXfhNJBPvrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SGNU7xpkwPE/s320/1-21-09+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293947502873001650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SXfhM52iOiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XdOX12yNLsQ/s1600-h/1-21-09+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SXfhM52iOiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XdOX12yNLsQ/s320/1-21-09+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293947498801543714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-5331010376156732882?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/5331010376156732882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=5331010376156732882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/5331010376156732882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/5331010376156732882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-go.html' title='On The Go'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SXfhNbuthqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9iEI85hDlp0/s72-c/1-21-09+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-6305149276322766821</id><published>2009-01-20T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:17:21.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fav</title><content type='html'>Somewhere Over the Rainbow by  Israel Kamakawiwo Ole is one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id post it on here but I don't know how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-6305149276322766821?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/6305149276322766821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=6305149276322766821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/6305149276322766821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/6305149276322766821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/01/fav.html' title='A Fav'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-6661177918597842612</id><published>2009-01-20T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:14:48.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and Gentelmen.....</title><content type='html'>Hartlee's first tooth has finally appeared!! I've never been so excited for a tooth in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.drtischler.com/images/tooth.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 441px;" src="http://www.drtischler.com/images/tooth.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-6661177918597842612?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/6661177918597842612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=6661177918597842612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/6661177918597842612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/6661177918597842612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/01/ladies-and-gentelmen.html' title='Ladies and Gentelmen.....'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-7896376384633029750</id><published>2009-01-19T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:13:22.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Dilema</title><content type='html'>My child will not eat baby food. Actually anything I try to put in her mouth with a spoon she wants nothing to do with. I started trying to feed her when she was 3 months old with just basic rice cereal, she looked at me with cereal all over her face like I was insane. So I made the cereal thicker, nope thats not it. I tried putting other foods into the cereal, butternut squash, carrots, apple sauce, no no and no. I tried just the baby food with out the cereal, still no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where I get confused, she will eat chips, crackers, teething biscuts, apple slices, frozen sweet potato fries,  she will suck the juice out of grapes. Basically anything she can hold and eat herself shes all for. But these things make me slightly nervous since she hasn't mastered swallowing because she won't eat from a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-7896376384633029750?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7896376384633029750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=7896376384633029750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/7896376384633029750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/7896376384633029750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/01/eating-dilema.html' title='Eating Dilema'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-5553402639178206597</id><published>2009-01-07T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:46:10.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favorite TV shows. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*I will think about the mothers And fathers who are searching for their missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, And the mothers and fathers who are struggling to have a baby of their own.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*And when I kiss you good night I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask Him for nothing, except one more day............. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-5553402639178206597?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/5553402639178206597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=5553402639178206597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/5553402639178206597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/5553402639178206597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-my-daughter.html' title='To My Daughter'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-8274602779870959187</id><published>2009-01-06T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:36:07.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Best Idea Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shamtastic.com/img/sham_wow_300x250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://shamtastic.com/img/sham_wow_300x250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night while watching a Sham-WOW commercial it occurred to me that Hartlee needs a full body suit made of Sham-WOW material to absorb her gallons of daily drool. A Sham-Onesie. Or possibly just a Sham-Bib. I am sure that Vince could sell millions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-8274602779870959187?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/8274602779870959187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=8274602779870959187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/8274602779870959187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/8274602779870959187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2009/01/next-best-idea-ever.html' title='The Next Best Idea Ever!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-8059604271209527157</id><published>2008-12-31T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:52:19.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>2008 you have given me heartbreak. The death of my brothers best friend, a brother to me, an amazing man. RIP Devin. The death of one of my best friends moms on the heels of his own death.  Thank you Laurie for being a Mom to me and so many of your other "kids." The one year anniversary of T.C.s death. I dont know if I will ever feel like hes been gone as long as he has. Just yesterday we hugged and kissed and told each other "I love you." You will always be by my side and close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 you have given me the greatest experience of my life. Motherhood. There are absolutely no words that do justice to the way I feel when I see my daughters face. Her laughter and smile are perfection, her very existence  is perfection. And of course Evan, even though he is not new in 2008 this phase of our marriage is. He is an incredible father. Seeing him with Hartlee fills my heart so much I think it might burst. And he has become an even better husband than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 you have great potential. Weddings - Amy &amp;amp; Chris and Chandra &amp;amp; Shane its about freakin time you guys. Babies - hopefully one of my brothers or sisters in law, as long as it is not Lizzy! And of course more love and happiness for ALL of my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-8059604271209527157?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/8059604271209527157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=8059604271209527157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/8059604271209527157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/8059604271209527157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-5128502599455360198</id><published>2008-12-23T10:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:20:30.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder Part 2</title><content type='html'>Im not sure why this bothers me so much. Maybe its because their are hundreds, maybe even thousands of people who could have better cared for baby Caylee, me being one of them. God only knows why she got the family she did. I think I was hoping that the remains they found wouldn't be hers and that she was still alive. Alive and happy with people who cared more about her then the family she was given. That unfortunately was not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on scaredmokeys.com there is a whole article but I felt that this was the most important part:&lt;br /&gt;"In the end the little girl who had no father listed on her birth certificate; it was her Father who cared the most and her Father who brought her home for Christmas."&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Daniel/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-5128502599455360198?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/5128502599455360198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=5128502599455360198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/5128502599455360198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/5128502599455360198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wonder-part-2.html' title='I Wonder Part 2'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-7436815638171829286</id><published>2008-12-17T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:12:23.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Photo Sesh</title><content type='html'>Last Friday we went and had family Christmas pictures done here are a few of my favs:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlONa5LnoI/AAAAAAAAADg/U9IclvBlTX8/s1600-h/222_%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlONa5LnoI/AAAAAAAAADg/U9IclvBlTX8/s320/222_%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280838030533041794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlONIFQiaI/AAAAAAAAADY/hrMWHSIP3e0/s1600-h/1+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlONIFQiaI/AAAAAAAAADY/hrMWHSIP3e0/s320/1+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280838025483422114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlOMoC7jgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7Zl7eDbN0Uo/s1600-h/1+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlOMoC7jgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7Zl7eDbN0Uo/s320/1+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280838016883723778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlOMBjnP2I/AAAAAAAAADI/f2ALHsaPp8U/s1600-h/1+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlOMBjnP2I/AAAAAAAAADI/f2ALHsaPp8U/s320/1+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280838006551822178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlNBjLazdI/AAAAAAAAADA/PhGi1ompzKs/s1600-h/1+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlNBjLazdI/AAAAAAAAADA/PhGi1ompzKs/s320/1+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280836727086960082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlNBfu-hiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MN1BtgSWf88/s1600-h/1+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlNBfu-hiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MN1BtgSWf88/s320/1+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280836726162359842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlNA_gkgdI/AAAAAAAAACw/pEJb-XCAJJc/s1600-h/1+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlNA_gkgdI/AAAAAAAAACw/pEJb-XCAJJc/s320/1+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280836717511999954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photographers name is Nicole Hahn, she is absolutely wonderful. Check out her website if you have a chance nicolehahnphotography.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures we obviously took at home. Hartlee will hate us one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlNAnsx-vI/AAAAAAAAACo/n-8bPdTycaA/s1600-h/11-30-08+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlNAnsx-vI/AAAAAAAAACo/n-8bPdTycaA/s320/11-30-08+137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280836711120763634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlNAHaJzKI/AAAAAAAAACg/w7GxX1HDyWc/s1600-h/11-30-08+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlNAHaJzKI/AAAAAAAAACg/w7GxX1HDyWc/s320/11-30-08+131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280836702452698274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-7436815638171829286?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7436815638171829286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=7436815638171829286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/7436815638171829286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/7436815638171829286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-photo-sesh.html' title='Christmas Photo Sesh'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SUlONa5LnoI/AAAAAAAAADg/U9IclvBlTX8/s72-c/222_%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-4287619027964448733</id><published>2008-12-11T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:01:24.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder</title><content type='html'>What the hell is wrong with people? I write this with a specific person in mind. Casey Anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning while watching the news they reported that the skeletal remains of a small child were found about a half mile from Caylee's Grandparents house. How could a mother kill her own child? I know that Casey Anthony is guilty until proven innocent, but really? Her baby goes missing in June and she doesn't report her gone till July? A month. You wait a whole month to say something and then you want people to believe that you had nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it. Casey Anthony had a choice. She chose to get pregnant. She chose to keep her baby. With these choices comes responsibility. The minute you decide to keep your child you are making a commitment to protect, love and nurture them for as long as you live. So what one day she just gets tired of it and decides to stuff her baby in the trunk? Is she going to claim insanity? I don't believe for one second that she's insane. What she suffers from is selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan always tells me that he wishes he could be a vigilante, cause there are a lot pf people he would like to kill. Today I wish I could be one too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-4287619027964448733?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/4287619027964448733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=4287619027964448733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/4287619027964448733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/4287619027964448733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-7044513427607864973</id><published>2008-12-03T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:40:00.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slightly Grinchy</title><content type='html'>So I know that Thanksgiving is the kick off to Christmas, but is it really necessary for every store to play non stop Christmas music? I think that a song here or there would get the point across. Do they think that the more christmasy the music the more holiday spirit their shoppers will have? Or is it a plot to drive me, and I'm hoping others, slowly insane? Im usually not a big Christmas fan but this year im actually pretty excited, its Hartlees first Christmas, I have a bunch of friends coming home and all of Evans family will be here too. But if I hear Jingle Bells one more time Im going to lose my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-7044513427607864973?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7044513427607864973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=7044513427607864973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/7044513427607864973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/7044513427607864973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2008/12/slightly-grinchy.html' title='Slightly Grinchy'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-1375704284662681063</id><published>2008-11-25T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:52:19.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bewitching</title><content type='html'>So lately Hartlee's sleeping habits are not that great. She went from sleeping 8-10 hours straight to sleeping about 6 waking up to eat, going back to sleep for 3, waking up again eating a few more ounces and then falling back to sleep for about an hour. Not my ideal situation but what am I going to do? No mater what time she wakes up the minute she sees me or Evan she grins. Not just a little "nice to see you," grin, but a big "haha the jokes on you its 3 am and you are catering to my every need," type of grin. I try my hardest not to smile back at her. First, I dont want her to think she has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the power. Second, if I smile back then she smiles again, then I smile again, next thing I know im playing and talking to her completely forgeting the inapproriate time and then both of us are wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do I not smile at the cutest thing I have ever seen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-1375704284662681063?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/1375704284662681063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=1375704284662681063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/1375704284662681063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/1375704284662681063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2008/11/bewitching.html' title='Bewitching'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-2790793464534849696</id><published>2008-11-17T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:12:54.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4 Month Birthday To My Baby</title><content type='html'>So the title pretty much says it all. I cant believe shes 4 months old today. Some days it feels like we just got home from the hospital and others it feels like shes been here forever. Either way its bitter-sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Hartlee Bug!! I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SSIWOAAU5rI/AAAAAAAAACY/b0v1k7pRA98/s1600-h/11-17-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SSIWOAAU5rI/AAAAAAAAACY/b0v1k7pRA98/s320/11-17-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269798943752251058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-2790793464534849696?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/2790793464534849696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=2790793464534849696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/2790793464534849696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/2790793464534849696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-4-month-birthday-to-my-baby.html' title='Happy 4 Month Birthday To My Baby'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SSIWOAAU5rI/AAAAAAAAACY/b0v1k7pRA98/s72-c/11-17-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-2149323341696755637</id><published>2008-11-13T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:51:45.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Know For Sure</title><content type='html'>I love my husband. I mean I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;love him. It scares me to think of where I would be if he had never come into my life. This is cheesy, but he saved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves me just as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Hartlee. When she looks at me and smiles I want to cry even if its 3:30 in the morning. It breaks my heart in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my uncreated children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now that my Mom was right about some things. Some not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am insanely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wonderful friends. They might laugh when I fall down, but they always help me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss T.C. everyday. His death has brought so many people together. I have an amazing extended family that I never would have had if he was here. Thank you T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is real. He doesn't always give you what you want, but he knows what he's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money will never be as important as the relationships I have with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma can be a pain is the ass. Or it can be your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I love you, and act accordingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-2149323341696755637?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/2149323341696755637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=2149323341696755637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/2149323341696755637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/2149323341696755637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-i-know-for-sure.html' title='Things I Know For Sure'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-8454478188834089692</id><published>2008-11-11T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:07:00.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shoes Make the Outfit, Wait I Mean Diaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SRpkOuguFOI/AAAAAAAAACI/cPoLXiMSKHU/s1600-h/11-11-08+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SRpkOuguFOI/AAAAAAAAACI/cPoLXiMSKHU/s320/11-11-08+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267632918329431266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SRpkOIEaVzI/AAAAAAAAACA/eNTtblC4B1M/s1600-h/11-11-08+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SRpkOIEaVzI/AAAAAAAAACA/eNTtblC4B1M/s320/11-11-08+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267632908010149682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-8454478188834089692?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/8454478188834089692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=8454478188834089692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/8454478188834089692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/8454478188834089692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2008/11/shoes-make-outfit-wait-i-mean-diaper.html' title='The Shoes Make the Outfit, Wait I Mean Diaper'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SRpkOuguFOI/AAAAAAAAACI/cPoLXiMSKHU/s72-c/11-11-08+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-9120402154530879684</id><published>2008-11-11T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:44:45.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Cruz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This last weekend Evan, Hartlee and I went up to Santa Cruz to visit with Evan's sister, brother in law and their kids. I was a little nervous about driving 5-6 hours with Hartlee since she's not a big fan of her car seat but she was perfect. She slept most of the drive there and back. I couldn't ask for a better baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite parts of our trip:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jenn, Justin, Declan, and baby princess (this is how Greer refers to herself.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Evan telling Declan lame in Spanish is el lamo.&lt;br /&gt;3. Greer crying at the dinner table cause meat hates her.&lt;br /&gt;4. The fudge.&lt;br /&gt;5. Declan punching Justin in the face while they were wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;6. Greer's attempt at Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.&lt;br /&gt;7. Declan singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to Hartlee, soo cute.&lt;br /&gt;8. Finding a Nutrageous candy bar at the Shell Station in Pismo, I cant find them in Simi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Evan's family and I love Santa Cruz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SRnfSuycPEI/AAAAAAAAABw/nrojh5qWjvU/s1600-h/Santa+Cruz+11-8-08+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SRnfSuycPEI/AAAAAAAAABw/nrojh5qWjvU/s320/Santa+Cruz+11-8-08+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267486752076741698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SRnfSFk0apI/AAAAAAAAABo/3Tx38t_8R90/s1600-h/Santa+Cruz+11-8-08+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SRnfSFk0apI/AAAAAAAAABo/3Tx38t_8R90/s320/Santa+Cruz+11-8-08+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267486741013752466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hartlee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SRnfBaLOBxI/AAAAAAAAABg/1apCVj6wXeE/s1600-h/Santa+Cruz+11-8-08+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SRnfBaLOBxI/AAAAAAAAABg/1apCVj6wXeE/s320/Santa+Cruz+11-8-08+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267486454485747474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Hartlee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SRne1h08EpI/AAAAAAAAABY/JGiaiu9Z8Lw/s1600-h/Santa+Cruz+11-8-08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SRne1h08EpI/AAAAAAAAABY/JGiaiu9Z8Lw/s320/Santa+Cruz+11-8-08+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267486250381349522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SRnebacdQ5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/3x9lE69Vxrs/s1600-h/Santa+Cruz+11-7-08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SRnebacdQ5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/3x9lE69Vxrs/s320/Santa+Cruz+11-7-08+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267485801723020178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Greer and Hartlee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SRndANEAg5I/AAAAAAAAABA/AEMuEE9AkXc/s1600-h/Santa+Cruz+11-7-08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SRndANEAg5I/AAAAAAAAABA/AEMuEE9AkXc/s320/Santa+Cruz+11-7-08+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267484234762716050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Declan and Hartlee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-9120402154530879684?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/9120402154530879684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=9120402154530879684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/9120402154530879684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/9120402154530879684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2008/11/santa-cruz.html' title='Santa Cruz'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SRnfSuycPEI/AAAAAAAAABw/nrojh5qWjvU/s72-c/Santa+Cruz+11-8-08+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-7088640653179879712</id><published>2008-11-05T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:37:00.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Works</title><content type='html'>Why is it that since giving birth all I do is cry? I know its karma for making fun of my mom all those years she cried at hallmark commercials, but its really ridiculous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-7088640653179879712?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7088640653179879712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=7088640653179879712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/7088640653179879712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/7088640653179879712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2008/11/water-works.html' title='Water Works'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-87703197447898600</id><published>2008-10-29T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:26:25.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Eliot</title><content type='html'>So Tuesday I was watching Oprah at work, yes I know I work hard, she was doing a show on miracle children. There was a story about a baby boy with Trisomy 18. I missed part of the segment because I had to get one of the kids something and only caught the end of it. When I got home after work I looked it up on Oprah.com. The segment was a video that Eliot's father Matt had created after his son had passed. I watched the video. I cried. I cried because someones child had died. I cried for fear of having to bury my own child.  I cried because Matt and Ginny never took Eliot for granted. They never questioned God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes life gets in the way of whats really important. And we expect things to always be what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; think they should be. God has other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways heres the link. Make sure you have Kleenex handy.&lt;br /&gt;The video is called 99 balloons here is the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=th6Njr-qkq0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-87703197447898600?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/87703197447898600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=87703197447898600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/87703197447898600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/87703197447898600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-eliot.html' title='Baby Eliot'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045903572606918186.post-111408037002024886</id><published>2008-10-29T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:24:25.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>So Ive decided to start blogging. There are a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. It distracts me from the things that I should be doing like cleaning, or getting dinner ready ahead of time.&lt;br /&gt;2. For most of the day it will be the only form of adult communication I get.&lt;br /&gt;3. I think I have interesting things to say. (Evan probably disagrees with this.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4045903572606918186-111408037002024886?l=thewoodheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/feeds/111408037002024886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4045903572606918186&amp;postID=111408037002024886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/111408037002024886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4045903572606918186/posts/default/111408037002024886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodheads.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451664177419773412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gO1yJmqeebw/SVxqmCDXomI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AI9vXe_uww0/S220/1+017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
