<?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-4072336586244096625</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:36:36.954-07:00</updated><category term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>Family Memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04098735481609918248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xX--hQbLCYE/TWqgmXhOSpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Hdt5NtmG0Rg/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072336586244096625.post-8985931992639263291</id><published>2011-06-24T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T08:22:41.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr</title><content type='html'>Hey there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken an interest in this site. You can follow me on tumblr as well:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://heathenwiles.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://heathenwiles.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072336586244096625-8985931992639263291?l=wileyswiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8985931992639263291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/2011/06/tumblr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default/8985931992639263291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default/8985931992639263291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/2011/06/tumblr.html' title='tumblr'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04098735481609918248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xX--hQbLCYE/TWqgmXhOSpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Hdt5NtmG0Rg/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072336586244096625.post-6023427703322031683</id><published>2011-04-28T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:46:26.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Trip to Oregon</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5RnFHYpqyI/Tazreol6EmI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ij9PCvDE8Ao/s1600/mosaic.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="344" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5RnFHYpqyI/Tazreol6EmI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ij9PCvDE8Ao/s640/mosaic.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Our family went on a trip to Oregon to visit Nathan's grandma, Dorothy. To start Gigi Connie drove us to the San Diego Airport. Tensions were high... apparently I don't have Annabella's birth certificate quite yet, and Nate was concerned for the smoothness of our travel. Alas! We made it on the plane problem free! However, while Sarah was full of excitement for the adventure of flight, Bella felt quite the opposite. I attempted to make it exciting by having her sit by the window, but that made things worse and the only place of refuge for the baby girl was in daddy's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Once arrived, the girls felt instantly at home. Bella ran through the house exploring every corner. Waiting for us was a freshly baked Banana Cream Pie that we guzzled down after dinner. I would post a picture, but I was too busy eating it to stop and take a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Grandma Dorothy's house is a classic. The jars&amp;nbsp;labeled "Cookies", "Flour", "Sugar" and "Coffee" actually had those things in them. I believe that having cookies in a cookie jar made it more thrilling to eat for Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nm-qBfpqF_s/Ta2qwTIIbjI/AAAAAAAAANo/_P9YMoxw6_I/s1600/P4090217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nm-qBfpqF_s/Ta2qwTIIbjI/AAAAAAAAANo/_P9YMoxw6_I/s200/P4090217.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2f9Drh-WuBE/Ta2qdsTWNQI/AAAAAAAAANk/_CtuAEoxtQE/s1600/P4080193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2f9Drh-WuBE/Ta2qdsTWNQI/AAAAAAAAANk/_CtuAEoxtQE/s200/P4080193.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Nathan and I had a blast playing bridge almost everyday. We got to play with Nida (Dorothy's friend and neighbor for about 50 years), and we got to play with Angie. Angie and Daniel came out to visit and watch the parade with us. We went to the park after the parade, and Sarah and Daniel screamed with joy as they got pushed on the tire swing. They certainly had a wonderful time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K_94rC9sac8/Ta2rHS7jwGI/AAAAAAAAANs/boczoipF5FM/s1600/P4090234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K_94rC9sac8/Ta2rHS7jwGI/AAAAAAAAANs/boczoipF5FM/s320/P4090234.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Of course I can't leave out the sightseeing. Although the cherry tree farms were yet to see their spring blossoms, plenty of beauty surrounded us. Knowing I was anxious to see the waterfalls, we went out the day after our arrival. We also stopped for some frozen yogurt. Grandma tried to help Bella with her ice cream cone, but Bella protested (very loudly). Yet, to our surprise, she did not spill a drop of her cone!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The waterfalls were so powerful, yet peaceful. I was so happy to get such great shots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PSPpHUR1SwY/TbnfWQ460uI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gicIApTzj1s/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PSPpHUR1SwY/TbnfWQ460uI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gicIApTzj1s/s640/Untitled.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072336586244096625-6023427703322031683?l=wileyswiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6023427703322031683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-trip-to-oregon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default/6023427703322031683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default/6023427703322031683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-trip-to-oregon.html' title='Our Trip to Oregon'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04098735481609918248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xX--hQbLCYE/TWqgmXhOSpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Hdt5NtmG0Rg/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5RnFHYpqyI/Tazreol6EmI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ij9PCvDE8Ao/s72-c/mosaic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072336586244096625.post-9143399019402316985</id><published>2010-10-25T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T16:06:09.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAUI WAS SO MUCH FUN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;More pics to come but here are two...&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/TMYLopPr7BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aAzYYJaGd7s/s400/IMG_4969.jpg" style="display:block; 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margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/S-TvOyBk_HI/AAAAAAAAADs/-vJqhZXzNPg/s320/6011_1129420009782_1655692286_325536_1530911_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468758884760222834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to begin. I was so caught up in Bella's first year of life that I literally had no time, energy, or desire to keep up with it on here. Yet, there are two amazing scrap books all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do want to reflect on Annabella's first year of life beca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;use it was very special and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;- Here she is out in service for the first time. She did sooo good! And after-wards we went to Panera Bread with our service partner Design.  She took a little nap while out in service and no crazy dogs or trash trucks woke her up. Thank Goodness!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so tiny and pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;(One of the most memorable things about that day was when sister Good was holding you and Tim Swanson ownt her about being married 3 times. LOL.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bella was a tiny baby she loved stuffed animals. In fact, when she was about 2 or 3 months old she had this favorite t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/S-V-YZ6zTfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4HV2RL-E01E/s1600/0605091137.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/S-V-YZ6zTfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4HV2RL-E01E/s200/0605091137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468916280250813938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;eddy bear. We just called him teddy. It was funny because we would take different pi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;ctures of her with the bear and pretend that there was some deeper issue between the two. Like in this one Bella is supposed to be mad a teddy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;As she grew older she really loved lamby, princess frog, bunny, and when she turned a year old she learned what sound a dog makes so every time we said puppy she would go "woof woof!", so she also had this tiny gray and white puppy she would walk around with going "woof woof". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/S-V_qKrzy1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/CvzgJpVscyU/s1600/0607091335.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/S-V_qKrzy1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/CvzgJpVscyU/s320/0607091335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468917684910672722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bella loves her daddy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/S-TvF3QqpfI/AAAAAAAAADk/NxDXN_xVZxI/s1600/6011_1129420009782_1655692286_325536_1530911_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072336586244096625-7273275472535427769?l=wileyswiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7273275472535427769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/2010/05/bellas-first-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default/7273275472535427769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default/7273275472535427769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/2010/05/bellas-first-year.html' title='Bella&apos;s First Year'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04098735481609918248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xX--hQbLCYE/TWqgmXhOSpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Hdt5NtmG0Rg/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/S-TvOyBk_HI/AAAAAAAAADs/-vJqhZXzNPg/s72-c/6011_1129420009782_1655692286_325536_1530911_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072336586244096625.post-6141393761895766780</id><published>2009-05-22T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:57:25.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella's First Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/ShbmlBY6PiI/AAAAAAAAACg/3WYwxlf5rxE/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/ShbmlBY6PiI/AAAAAAAAACg/3WYwxlf5rxE/s200/05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338707931996765730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave Bella her first bath, and it was adorable. She enjoyed it so much. She did not cry or anything and she fell fast asleep right after. That Johnsons Baby Bedtime Bath works like a charm.&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/_6IKRlx9RgEI/ShbnDRmn3WI/AAAAAAAAACw/rC2mNURaPuA/s1600-h/Bella+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/ShbnDRmn3WI/AAAAAAAAACw/rC2mNURaPuA/s200/Bella+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338708451745324386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is all passed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/ShbnXTepTeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Jz4dMN6jxsA/s1600-h/Bella+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/ShbnXTepTeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Jz4dMN6jxsA/s200/Bella+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338708795846118882" 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/4072336586244096625-6141393761895766780?l=wileyswiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6141393761895766780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/bellas-first-bath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default/6141393761895766780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default/6141393761895766780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/bellas-first-bath.html' title='Bella&apos;s First Bath'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04098735481609918248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xX--hQbLCYE/TWqgmXhOSpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Hdt5NtmG0Rg/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/ShbmlBY6PiI/AAAAAAAAACg/3WYwxlf5rxE/s72-c/05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072336586244096625.post-5699876309351794239</id><published>2009-05-22T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T12:29:24.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Family Member!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been so busy with the new baby I am just now able to give an update. Well, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabella Renee Wiley was born April 23, 2009 at 6:44pm. She weighed 6 pounds and 10 ounces and was 18 inches long. She looks so tiny and is so pretty (especially for a newborn). Everyone says she looks a lot like Sarah when she was a baby. Makes sense seeing how they are sisters! Daddy has got some strong genes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since we have taken her home we have enjoyed every single day with her so much. She is so amazing. She already tries to lift up her head, and she makes the funniest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frowny&lt;/span&gt; face, which tends to follow a smile. Silly. I love her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much, and daddy and I just smother her with kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/Shbl5eL0ZKI/AAAAAAAAACY/NlvjMtYbN74/s1600-h/Annabella.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/Shbl5eL0ZKI/AAAAAAAAACY/NlvjMtYbN74/s200/Annabella.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338707183812240546" 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/4072336586244096625-5699876309351794239?l=wileyswiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5699876309351794239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-family-member.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default/5699876309351794239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default/5699876309351794239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-family-member.html' title='New Family Member!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04098735481609918248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xX--hQbLCYE/TWqgmXhOSpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Hdt5NtmG0Rg/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/Shbl5eL0ZKI/AAAAAAAAACY/NlvjMtYbN74/s72-c/Annabella.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072336586244096625.post-6793219382894579845</id><published>2009-03-28T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T12:27:09.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/Sc7Q-XqXcLI/AAAAAAAAABw/2CbEJpndQw4/s1600-h/CIMG1250.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/Sc7Q-XqXcLI/AAAAAAAAABw/2CbEJpndQw4/s200/CIMG1250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318417979893313714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother threw such a wonderful baby shower for me. It was better than I ever expected. So many people came and I got the cutest clothes. I am really excited for Annabella to come. I am in my 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; month now!! Well... starting Monday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/Sc7SQOpK74I/AAAAAAAAACA/OJZt12WoMFk/s1600-h/CIMG1357.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/Sc7SQOpK74I/AAAAAAAAACA/OJZt12WoMFk/s200/CIMG1357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318419386221653890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decorations were beautiful, the food was so yummy, my friends were able to make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it along with people I have known since I was a little girl.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We played funny games like who could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p the best diaper out of toilet paper, and bible/candy trivia. There was also a crossword puzzle, yet that seemed like a boring activity to me. I dunno... my friend Alisha seemed to enjoy it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sarah got so many presents, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She had so much fun at the party playing and helping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/Sc7StW-3QqI/AAAAAAAAACI/rjeldETLkRk/s1600-h/CIMG1289.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/Sc7StW-3QqI/AAAAAAAAACI/rjeldETLkRk/s200/CIMG1289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318419886676329122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e open and present the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;presents&lt;/span&gt; to everyone. It was very adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am on maternity leave now, and man does it feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; My office manager was trying to stick it to m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e, but she does not realize how sly I am. They are going through a hard time getting all the bills paid, and Ms. Joan the Accountant is starting to feel the heat from the doctor on the financial situation of the office. She thought I was a simple minded, sensitive 21 year old who she could push around. It is my belief that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she fully intended to "cut the cost" of keeping my position open and my benefits while I go on maternity leave. But I got her... as Nate would say, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PWNT&lt;/span&gt;!!" She was trying to get me to quit by harassing me about stupid stuff, and then the day before I went on maternity leave she tried to fire me, but decided she wanted me to come in on Monday, and she will decide then. Little did she know that I had been keeping detailed records of each event of harassment AND I had been in contact with employment lawyers. I sent over a letter from my Doctor putting me of Pregnancy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Disability&lt;/span&gt; Leave right in time for me to NOT come in so she can "decided whether to fire me". AND if she tried to call me or if she fires me while I am on leave... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Boooy&lt;/span&gt;, that would be a huge mistake on her part, and in the end will put the office in a worse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;finical&lt;/span&gt; situation than before. Mrs. Heather Wiley does not get bullied. So, now Annabella and I are relaxing and getting a bunch of rest before her arrival. :D    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/Sc7TZ8e5XtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nbXwEH49UNI/s1600-h/CIMG1266.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/Sc7TZ8e5XtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nbXwEH49UNI/s200/CIMG1266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318420652657041106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072336586244096625-6793219382894579845?l=wileyswiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6793219382894579845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-shower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default/6793219382894579845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default/6793219382894579845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-shower.html' title='Baby Shower'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04098735481609918248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xX--hQbLCYE/TWqgmXhOSpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Hdt5NtmG0Rg/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/Sc7Q-XqXcLI/AAAAAAAAABw/2CbEJpndQw4/s72-c/CIMG1250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072336586244096625.post-1530680252034781216</id><published>2009-03-01T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:54:39.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Girls Play Catch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby boo Nathan is an avid baseball fan. He loves the sport, and he loves his girls! (He loves his girls more). So, on occasion Nate tries to combine the two loves. It was adorable bonding moment. Sarah had fun because she is full of energy and just loves playing in general, but while watching I couldn't help but notice she definitely played catch like a girl. Ha ha!  The first video is an example of how every time Sarah plays catch she has to give a congratulatory hug for every catch made. This can get tiring after awhile especially after the 50th time. Thus, the video below, an exhausted Sarah determined to keep playing catch and keep giving hugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                 &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4eb9dcaa7a327149" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4eb9dcaa7a327149%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331106971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B96FB631CBD0DA185E18ECF20B32D67AE1A26C4.60BDB3063F38455CCCB0687543568B60A28A6D7C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4eb9dcaa7a327149%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du8J-H_f5lewkDhFD9itJOZmZuPA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4eb9dcaa7a327149%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331106971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B96FB631CBD0DA185E18ECF20B32D67AE1A26C4.60BDB3063F38455CCCB0687543568B60A28A6D7C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4eb9dcaa7a327149%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du8J-H_f5lewkDhFD9itJOZmZuPA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  The second video I thought was a crack up as well. Mid race Sarah takes a little fall. The damage is minimal, but she is disturbed by the dirt that got all over her elbow. She also insists on fixing her hair, yet like a typical three year old declines a bath. Let's watch... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6f29301797e978d6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6f29301797e978d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331106971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC1F6BD4652EFE1B2D770C66B47D3F4DD9AD3010.60448223B3B6A37E8F9A1E15D44D649470A70D55%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6f29301797e978d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAfzA8PQzJQf1j3bAHYjXXe7Uuuc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6f29301797e978d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331106971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC1F6BD4652EFE1B2D770C66B47D3F4DD9AD3010.60448223B3B6A37E8F9A1E15D44D649470A70D55%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6f29301797e978d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAfzA8PQzJQf1j3bAHYjXXe7Uuuc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simply adorable... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072336586244096625-1530680252034781216?l=wileyswiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4eb9dcaa7a327149&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6f29301797e978d6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1530680252034781216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-girls-play-catch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default/1530680252034781216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default/1530680252034781216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-girls-play-catch.html' title='How Girls Play Catch'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04098735481609918248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xX--hQbLCYE/TWqgmXhOSpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Hdt5NtmG0Rg/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072336586244096625.post-8695346760100227169</id><published>2009-02-11T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T12:28:16.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/SZM_4fex8EI/AAAAAAAAAA4/m9u7ZpQLuDw/s1600-h/F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301651426101030978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/SZM_4fex8EI/AAAAAAAAAA4/m9u7ZpQLuDw/s320/F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy has sure had its ups and downs. I hear all these different stories, all these different symptoms, and I reflect upon how my pregnancy has gone so far. I have my complaints here and there, but you know what I have realized? I have had a pretty happy pregnancy, and this is mostly due to my dear sweet husband Nate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day I told him I was pregnant. It was on his birthday August 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. I was terrified to spit it out, yet as soon as I did he said nothing but encouraging loving words. I instantly felt safe, and I instantly knew that everything would be okay because I had Nathan on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day we really locked eyes he has done everything to show me that he is here for me always. When my mother was in the hospital he drove up and took me to buy some things to bring her. He stayed with me late into the night to cheer me up. When my carpool left me at a party he drove me 45 minutes back home. When I had Strep Throat he drove across town and up to my apartment to bring me soup. For no occasion at all he sends flowers to my work or brings them home to me. He remembers my favorite things and knows exactly what to do or what get me to put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/SZNABusPNLI/AAAAAAAAABA/lYm9mbqWork/s1600-h/T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301651584802829490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/SZNABusPNLI/AAAAAAAAABA/lYm9mbqWork/s200/T.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been pregnant, I have received the special, gentle treatment. A massage here, and trip to get my nails done there. Since I have been working he helps with dishes, cooking and laundry, as well as other chores. We truly are a team. He thanks me for carrying his baby, and when I get a craving for a fudge-sickle, he brings home four boxes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I had a pretty hormonal pregnant lady day. This past week I am starting to feel very 7 months pregnant, especially emotionally. The time of Annabella’s arrival is quickly approaching and I must admit I am getting a little nervous. My everyday responsibilities are becoming too much, and very sweetly my dear Nathan has stepped in to bear the load where I cannot. I feel blessed to have such a wonderful husband, and I am excited to continue the many chapters in our life together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301652278270223314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/SZNAqGDv49I/AAAAAAAAABI/8WBD8uN4EhM/s320/CIMG1161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4072336586244096625-8695346760100227169?l=wileyswiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8695346760100227169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-my-husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default/8695346760100227169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default/8695346760100227169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-my-husband.html' title='I Love My Husband'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04098735481609918248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xX--hQbLCYE/TWqgmXhOSpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Hdt5NtmG0Rg/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IKRlx9RgEI/SZM_4fex8EI/AAAAAAAAAA4/m9u7ZpQLuDw/s72-c/F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072336586244096625.post-8298502110515156087</id><published>2009-02-10T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T12:16:36.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>The Wiley Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Diary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is travelling fast. It seems like just yesterday I was pleading with my mother, "Why does it take so long to grow up?!" I was in kindergarden, missing my two front teeth and all. Now I have a family of my own. In less than a years time I have moved to a different county, lost and gained friends, married the man I love, got pregnant and started a new job! It certainly has been a fun year, and with all these changes and things moving by so fast I want to be able to look back. I want to slow down and take a moment to remember the good times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, this is my purpose here. To share the wonderful memories. To share the good times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is a quote I love that relates to my purpose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"But what minutes!  Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;~Benjamin Disraeli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's bring on the moments! The moments of the new life together including Nathan Bryan Wiley, Heather Christine Wiley, Sarah Lynn Wiley and Annabella Renee Wiley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072336586244096625-8298502110515156087?l=wileyswiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8298502110515156087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/wiley-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default/8298502110515156087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072336586244096625/posts/default/8298502110515156087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wileyswiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/wiley-family.html' title='The Wiley Family'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04098735481609918248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xX--hQbLCYE/TWqgmXhOSpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Hdt5NtmG0Rg/s220/heather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
