<?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-21740548</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:57:32.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EWING SURVIVING QUADRUPLETS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-4032836534818395807</id><published>2011-10-01T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T15:46:54.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3a914907c9282113" 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://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3a914907c9282113%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330353013%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C250FB7F15B5D45F58C5775DF0A5EFCACDD15EE.73DECCC2B13A0AE46964FDE894488E56330ACD31%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3a914907c9282113%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfoJwhp2LNB6rNcIGgvWLoSHMb20&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://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3a914907c9282113%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330353013%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C250FB7F15B5D45F58C5775DF0A5EFCACDD15EE.73DECCC2B13A0AE46964FDE894488E56330ACD31%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3a914907c9282113%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfoJwhp2LNB6rNcIGgvWLoSHMb20&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were early for Ballet/Tap today, so we paused to reflect and as I was listening to the girls talk about God, I had to grab the cell and video it. Too cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-4032836534818395807?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/4032836534818395807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=4032836534818395807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/4032836534818395807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/4032836534818395807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2011/10/cute-prayer.html' title='Cute prayer'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-6452009884561086369</id><published>2011-09-30T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T16:58:34.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing :) Tball!</title><content type='html'>The girls are now in a dance academy 2 days a week - taking Wee Hop, Ballet, and Tap. They look forward to going every Friday night and Saturday morning. Hunter is our baseball star and he has practice 2 days a week and then games 1 day a week. Can you say BUSY?????? We will be posting pics/videos of Hunter's Tball soon. Here are some videos of the dancing :)Here the girls are practicing their new routine and not quite getting it yet. Heck that is hard for even adults! Allie is in pink skirt in the front row and Gabby is in pink skirt in the back row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-47ed8fac6e7fa3c3" 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://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47ed8fac6e7fa3c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330353013%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F7CD25CC823B45A5B957CD68988D16FE6D22EAC.677CD021108CBDD4D2D4D0BBFD75BA539595749E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47ed8fac6e7fa3c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjztRx2gkvxZARHff5LL1Q1d9fmA&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://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47ed8fac6e7fa3c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330353013%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F7CD25CC823B45A5B957CD68988D16FE6D22EAC.677CD021108CBDD4D2D4D0BBFD75BA539595749E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47ed8fac6e7fa3c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjztRx2gkvxZARHff5LL1Q1d9fmA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-6452009884561086369?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/6452009884561086369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=6452009884561086369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/6452009884561086369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/6452009884561086369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2011/09/dancing-tball.html' title='Dancing :) Tball!'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-4446925632168031095</id><published>2011-07-04T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T14:33:38.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5NT0ZeUtKY/ThIxjnvusII/AAAAAAAAAig/r8IAk3ZsBAw/s1600/4thofjuly1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5NT0ZeUtKY/ThIxjnvusII/AAAAAAAAAig/r8IAk3ZsBAw/s320/4thofjuly1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625613372573528194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NdRYvTQwzWE/ThIxjU6WCXI/AAAAAAAAAiY/LItQqeedKS0/s1600/4thofjuly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NdRYvTQwzWE/ThIxjU6WCXI/AAAAAAAAAiY/LItQqeedKS0/s320/4thofjuly2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625613367517776242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7lr0L7AXd9w/ThIw0kD8zZI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2mIvXhcURYg/s1600/4thofjuly3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7lr0L7AXd9w/ThIw0kD8zZI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2mIvXhcURYg/s320/4thofjuly3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625612564130745746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mCoro1UxP78/ThIw0FVW3BI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Qu5czApBV5k/s1600/4thofjuly4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mCoro1UxP78/ThIw0FVW3BI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Qu5czApBV5k/s320/4thofjuly4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625612555882257426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gwWd6c7BnoA/ThIwz37szOI/AAAAAAAAAiA/66nuBQSB5-E/s1600/4thofjuly5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gwWd6c7BnoA/ThIwz37szOI/AAAAAAAAAiA/66nuBQSB5-E/s320/4thofjuly5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625612552284982498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3o1rWFH_gx4/ThIwzbnXI8I/AAAAAAAAAh4/VlBgCFiYtas/s1600/4thofjuly6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3o1rWFH_gx4/ThIwzbnXI8I/AAAAAAAAAh4/VlBgCFiYtas/s320/4thofjuly6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625612544683484098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Yao3b3s6lI/ThIwzGyUeHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/513HksBt7T4/s1600/4thofjuly7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Yao3b3s6lI/ThIwzGyUeHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/513HksBt7T4/s320/4thofjuly7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625612539092301938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for the 4th of July, we went out to Groveland's Downtown Park where they had a lot of vendors, music, games, etc. and the kids had a lot of fun, but it is too hot out there to wait until 9:00pm for the fireworks, so we came home for a break from the heat and plan to grill some hotdogs/hamburgers and then hit the fireworks at 9:00pm. The kids are excited about fireworks. It brings out the best in them. Here's a few pics we got while we were out in the heat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-4446925632168031095?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/4446925632168031095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=4446925632168031095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/4446925632168031095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/4446925632168031095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5NT0ZeUtKY/ThIxjnvusII/AAAAAAAAAig/r8IAk3ZsBAw/s72-c/4thofjuly1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-3357902994204791651</id><published>2011-06-26T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T20:35:06.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2011</title><content type='html'>Being in Florida, accidental drownings are one of the top reasons for children's deaths 5 and under and learning to swim has been a priority, but the kids have been reticent to learning from us and swim lessons aren't cheap. Over time, we have taken every opportunity to teach basic kicking and paddling skills. Last summer, the girls were swimming enough to make it to the edge of the pool, but Hunter was only content in his floaties. This summer, we started taking them to the pool frequently and at one of their friend's parties, they saw most of their friends swimming on their own -without floaties. I think that was the motivation they needed to really try. Finally, after many screaming fits, mostly by us parents, the kids started to trust us to teach them to swim and they are swimming like fish. I am soooo excited!!! Allie and Gabby can swim from one side of the pool to the other, above water. Hunter on the other hand, likes to swim with his face underwater. He too got on the bandwagon. It has been the best (and hardest) thing we have taught them to date, but when you sit back and see their talent, you can't help but smile with pride. We did it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-3357902994204791651?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/3357902994204791651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=3357902994204791651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/3357902994204791651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/3357902994204791651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-2011.html' title='Summer 2011'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-7255199438930330537</id><published>2011-06-23T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T03:51:48.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MyXyT2BTTzg/TgRqY13_sKI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ldrm8656ZYQ/s1600/IMG_3137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xt4yYdzDJRk/TgQNpHtYujI/AAAAAAAAAeI/pceEEKc2VV0/s320/IMG_3005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621633234960431666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjNnNo2Xngo/TgQNopUM9VI/AAAAAAAAAeA/4cIR2r8k-70/s1600/IMG_3010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjNnNo2Xngo/TgQNopUM9VI/AAAAAAAAAeA/4cIR2r8k-70/s320/IMG_3010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621633226801739090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XqNL_zpQMFw/TgQNoZNjdxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/2_UciKrz384/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_3005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XqNL_zpQMFw/TgQNoZNjdxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/2_UciKrz384/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_3005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621633222478886674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DiAkg7PVaUA/TgQNoKlyWuI/AAAAAAAAAdw/NKUsP_4WS6o/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_3004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DiAkg7PVaUA/TgQNoKlyWuI/AAAAAAAAAdw/NKUsP_4WS6o/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_3004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621633218553993954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had their 5th Birthday this year at Birthday World in April (yes their birthday is still April 3). We invited several of their friends from school, but only a few could make it unfortunately - their birthday just happens to coincide with Spring Break. They had a blast with their friends, their brother Dylan, grandmother, cousin, and Auntie. Here are a few pics from the Birthday Party. They didn't notice that so many couldn't come, telling me "Mommy, that was the best birthday ever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-7255199438930330537?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/7255199438930330537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=7255199438930330537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/7255199438930330537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/7255199438930330537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2011/06/birthday-2011.html' title='Birthday 2011'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MyXyT2BTTzg/TgRqY13_sKI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ldrm8656ZYQ/s72-c/IMG_3137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-2259394662613674689</id><published>2011-03-16T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:33:20.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The effect of loss</title><content type='html'>Just needed to get something off my chest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day of my life, painful twinges and reminders of my loss are a reality. I don't need much prompting. A song, a picture, or in moments of silence, in prayer, HE comes to mind. It comes to mind everytime people ask "Are they triplets?" or some well meaning person calls them "TRIPLETS." It's a constant reminder - he is missing. He did exist. I don't talk about it. It is way too painful. I did lots of talking about it early on and then I couldn't anymore. I went through shock and denial. I went through anger (at God, at me) and I went through depression or what I think of as agony. I went through all Kubler-Ross's stages of grief. I know as a therapist, there are some things you don't get over and this is one of them. It is certainly more bearable day by day and it isn't an unceasing pain. I live and I feel happy (yes, of course at times I feel guilty for feeling happy too and then you feel guilt for feeling guilt because you have 3 beautiful, healthy children and you should feel blessed and I do). It's that magenta feeling that is described by Sallie Field in the movie "Steel Magnolias." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I made it through the dark days of uncertainty and felt assured by God through the many prayers that my babies would be a reality, I felt freed of anxiety. My babies had made it. I felt we were "home free."  What new mom thinks their child will die? We just don't. When it happens, the protective bubble is removed. You become AWARE. Suddenly, I was aware that my kids could die, that I could die, that we all die. It isn't like lightning not striking twice in the same place. It can happen again. I could lose another child and it scares the bejeebers out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of death and dying came to the forefront after the trauma of loss. I would wonder when I was driving down the road how could people just go about all this insignificant life stuff with the realization that they are going to die and yes, it could be today. Of course, they couldn't. I wondered more about all the philisophical questions that I thought were answered through my Philosophy 101 class in undergraduate. You know the questions: "What is the meaning of life?" "What are the proofs of God's existence?" etc. and I started second guessing and questioning my beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would and still do have nightmares and daymares. I refer to them as daymares but they are intrusive thoughts/anxieties about bad things that can happen. A friend of mine, who is a doctor, told me about a friend losing his 2 year old child because he choked on a hot dog. He told me that the child could have been saved if they had known how to trach the child, but of course not being doctors or paramedics, they didn't know how to do this and the paramedics took 8 minutes to get there. It was too late. He gave me an overview of where the hole is placed, but I wasn't sure I had the right spot. I asked my nephew who is a paramedic about the trach procedure so I would know. He looked at me like I had completely lost it. I explained the story and it still didn't seem to register with him that I want to know HOW just in case. Humor me here! I already experienced the metaphorical lightning striking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know how to trach. I do know CPR and the heimlich, but I don't want to be in that position again. I try not to give them chokeable foods or if I give them foods such as hotdogs, I painstakingly cut their hotdogs into 1/4 slices to ensure that they couldn't lodge in their throat. I still do the same with small fruits and they are almost 5 years old. I have seen them choke and I go into panic mode. Of course, they have always coughed and cried. Thank you God!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another intrusive fearful thought is drowning. I fear them drowning. I don't want them at any house with a pool when I am not there. They don't know how to swim yet, but we have worked with them. I need them to know how to swim. They WILL learn how this year. I don't mean to offend anyone that has a pool and is willing to watch my children. Their aunt is a wonderful trustworthy caretaker who loves my kids, but it happens every day to wonderful, caring parents who have pools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a little canal that only has water/alligators too when it rains. That's another fear. If they are asleep and I am leaving them at home with their dad, the security alarm has to be on. He needs to hear them if they get up and walk out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have daymares of them being in an auto accident. I try to be as careful as I can when I am driving, but one fear is deer jumping out. We live in a wooded community and in the boonies where there are a lot of deer. The highway is lined with forest and that is a possibility. I cannot stand it when my husband drives 60-70 mph on the highway, especially at twilight or night, as who knows what is going to jump in front of you. One of his friends is a paramedic and told me a story about a scene of an accident that he went to that involved hitting animals. The baby didn't make it is the short version. It stays in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories of how children get backed over come into mind too. I remember a news story about a woman in Sebring/Avon Park who had her family over for Christmas and as her sister went to leave, she didn't see the 1 year old child in the drive way. It's unimaginable. How can the mother ever forgive her sister? How can the sister/aunt bear the pain of being the responsible party for the loss of that child? They will be forever damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that what I experience is NORMAL for the context of my experience. I am not ill.  I am a mother who lost a child and now has a new reality, one that encompasses the possibility that it could happen again. My intrusive thoughts are my anxiety about this and need to CONTROL for every possible negative outcome. Yes, it borders on OCD, but given the context of working with victims of trauma and doing critical incident stress debriefing, I realize this is part of life after trauma. Of course, I can't control for everything. I do believe the only one that can protect my children is ultimately God and I beg him for this every day without fail. I ask him to protect my children from "injury, accident, illness, and death." I pray he lets me live long enough to see them grow up. I know they need their mother. I hope they know every day I am here and beyond that I LOVE THEM with everything I am and have to give and I will go to no end to protect them and give them the best I can in life. They deserve it. They mean everything to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-2259394662613674689?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/2259394662613674689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=2259394662613674689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/2259394662613674689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/2259394662613674689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2011/03/effect-of-loss.html' title='The effect of loss'/><author><name>Elisa's 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They were asking me if I liked monsters - do I like werewolves, etc. to which all the responses were no and that there are no monsters. We live near the woods and they get scared and think monsters are in the woods. I told them they didn't have to be scared because God protects us. Hunter asks, "Mommy, does God fight the monsters with guns?" I said, "No... he just keeps us safe." So we finally make it home, and they are scrambling to get in the house fast - scared of the dark woods. I said they needed to help me clean out the car and of course they are no help. The girls run in the house and Hunter stays behind a minute to clarify, "Mommy, God protects us?" and I say "yes." He responds, "well God will help you clean out the car" and he runs inside. The things kids come up with to get out of working!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-1492766758272669134?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/1492766758272669134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=1492766758272669134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/1492766758272669134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/1492766758272669134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2011/01/funny-things-kids-say.html' title='Funny things kids say'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-1079193739825931622</id><published>2011-01-04T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T20:12:56.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>Christmas 2010 was a small quiet Christmas, but carried much more excitement as the kids are now 4 years old and have some concept about PRESENTS and the magic of Santa Claus. We enjoyed a beautiful midnight mass and then got a bit of sleep before opening presents the next morning. Grandma and Grandpa of course spoiled the kids with lots of presents while Mom (me) bored them with new clothes. I felt blessed to have my mom here with me for 2 days. I don't get enough time with her. Unfortunately, my dad (grandpa) couldn't be here as he is still in Afghanistan working. I feel blessed that I still have my mother, father, and grandmother alive to enjoy my children. They amaze me every day and I feel very fortunate to have my beautiful babies, though the absence of Preston is noticed every day of my life. While I don't fully understand why God took him from me, I am just so thankful for these 3 miracles and am more mindful of God's presence this time of year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of Alexandria, Gabrielle, and Hunter from the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/TSPtvyuB9BI/AAAAAAAAAdg/lVdiZXu5juQ/s1600/IMG_2842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/TSPtvyuB9BI/AAAAAAAAAdg/lVdiZXu5juQ/s320/IMG_2842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558547770429797394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/TSPtvkw3JiI/AAAAAAAAAdY/AYIyZT_DiOA/s1600/IMG_2841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/TSPtvkw3JiI/AAAAAAAAAdY/AYIyZT_DiOA/s320/IMG_2841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558547766683575842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/TSPtN2HMeOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dycICkhWhcQ/s1600/IMG_2837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/TSPtN2HMeOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dycICkhWhcQ/s320/IMG_2837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558547187225098466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/TSPtNum45mI/AAAAAAAAAdI/g3m9lZ7o6_0/s1600/IMG_2833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/TSPtNum45mI/AAAAAAAAAdI/g3m9lZ7o6_0/s320/IMG_2833.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558547185210549858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/TSPshHpBbqI/AAAAAAAAAdA/0W8MRWLlxT0/s1600/IMG_2832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/TSPshHpBbqI/AAAAAAAAAdA/0W8MRWLlxT0/s320/IMG_2832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558546418836270754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/TSPm1gHB1SI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ES186zB7OEw/s1600/IMG_2820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/TSPm1gHB1SI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ES186zB7OEw/s320/IMG_2820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558540171932194082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/TSPm1cF4ENI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tI-ZNTDCcFo/s1600/IMG_2813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/TSPm1cF4ENI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tI-ZNTDCcFo/s320/IMG_2813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558540170853617874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/TSPm1BvdyXI/AAAAAAAAAcI/su192y0Emcc/s1600/IMG_2816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/TSPm1BvdyXI/AAAAAAAAAcI/su192y0Emcc/s320/IMG_2816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558540163780299122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/TSPm04ZEQPI/AAAAAAAAAcA/bzVA4eOuFrg/s1600/IMG_2824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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In the 80's I was inspired by the JUICEMAN and started juicing. Yes, I was the most healthy I had been at that time, but hello... it's hard to keep up with:&lt;br /&gt;1) when most social outings revolve around yummy food&lt;br /&gt;2) you have to pass by so many fast food restaurants and hear them calling your name&lt;br /&gt;3) lugging a big juicer and pounds of fruit/veggies to juice at lunch time is hard&lt;br /&gt;4) and CLEAN UP is an absolute pain in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, despite the downside, here are the benefits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;increasing energy&lt;br /&gt;decreasing weight&lt;br /&gt;improving digestive health&lt;br /&gt;boosting immunity&lt;br /&gt;preventing illnesses such as cancer, diverticulitis, heart disease....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can never eat all the fruits and vegetables that comes from a few glasses of juice a day, nor can we get 100 percent of the value of any of those fruits and veggies. Bottled juice? Pasteurization, high fructose sugar, and lack of enzymes which is one of the main points of juicing are lost. Cooking the food strips the food of the vitamins and phytochemicals which are one of the main points of eating the fruits/veggies. So, we are juicing here in Ewingville. The girls really don't like the juice because we have had them accustomed to bottled juice. It definitely takes some adjustment. However, we are the parents and if that's what's available, we figure they will get used to it and join the program!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that to totally embrace this lifestyle, we have to give up meat (all animal products) and we aren't quite ready for it yet, but maybe eventually. I am trying to remember it is eat to live not live to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of this process, I am feeling fatigued all the time - yes, I work and have 3 children, but still!!! It's not normal to feel 80 in your 30's. I have Graves Disease and subsequent to the medications - Methimazole and a betablocker, I am up 57pounds and disgusted with what I see in the mirror. I am afraid that if this weight gain continues, I will not be able to exercise, develop further illnesses like diabetes (since both my mother and father have that) as well as hypertension, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is healthy and 10 years my senior; he obviously must be fit to climb a 7 story tower with 50 pound gear, drag a 160 pound body, do charged hose drags, and do hammersleds all under 6 mintues. However, he is feeling the effects of age and wants more energy too. We aren't spring chickens. So, we do this for Allie, Gabby, and Hunter. We will let you know how it works out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-6881834212445249161?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/6881834212445249161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=6881834212445249161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/6881834212445249161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/6881834212445249161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-to-get-healthy.html' title='Time to Get Healthy'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-2274587882432364998</id><published>2010-08-14T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T16:18:23.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Ballerinas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bc0fc7a204e936e2" 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://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc0fc7a204e936e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330353013%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CF7258C42709CE6F2ABF6A2879B01413966546.560427788EE2A49046BA34E18D8162AF974A4B40%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc0fc7a204e936e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFnB0L56Pa1c0TJfv5jlUFUH9qRk&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://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc0fc7a204e936e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330353013%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CF7258C42709CE6F2ABF6A2879B01413966546.560427788EE2A49046BA34E18D8162AF974A4B40%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc0fc7a204e936e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFnB0L56Pa1c0TJfv5jlUFUH9qRk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-2274587882432364998?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/2274587882432364998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=2274587882432364998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/2274587882432364998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/2274587882432364998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-little-ballerinas.html' title='My Little Ballerinas!'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-5089127789404759466</id><published>2010-08-14T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T14:23:30.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 10</title><content type='html'>The kids have been home with daddy all summer enjoying "quality time." :) (He's so happy they are going to school soon)! They have been to the beach twice and to the pool several times. We have been working on getting them swimming. In the beginning, Gabby wouldn't even leave the steps with floaties on, but she was the first to take off her floaties and show some real bravery and leading the way for her sister. Both are swimming at least from the steps a few feet and then able to return to the edge. It is so exciting. We had a blast! We also had a couple horse riding lessons, but swimming really took priority, living in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it is time to start Prek-4. They are so excited about starting school. We took them shopping for back to school stuff and it was like they were on a sugar high, running and showing us different outfits that they thought were "so cute!" or that they "love." Grandma got them a few outfits too, so I am pretty sure they are set for awhile! They have been looking forward to getting their shots! I know? Wierd, huh? I thought these kids were definitely abnormal until we went for their shots today. Allie practically dragged me back to see the nurse to get her shot. Hunter was up first and the girls wanted to watch. When they saw him cry, they immediately started screaming and crying so hard, you would have thought they were the ones getting the needle. Needless to say, they were running, hollering. We pretty much had to hogtie them to get their shots. Poor babies! At least I know they are normal now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts Monday! It's going to be a huge adjustment, getting up at 5:30 to leave by 6:30 as school is over an hour away! I hope it is a year of great learning and great fun that will help them succeed in kindergarten. Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-5089127789404759466?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/5089127789404759466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=5089127789404759466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/5089127789404759466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/5089127789404759466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-10.html' title='Summer 10'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-8836337304351702748</id><published>2010-07-19T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:24:48.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>video-2010-07-17-12-39-53</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/v9ELRvlPnsk/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v9ELRvlPnsk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v9ELRvlPnsk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-8836337304351702748?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/8836337304351702748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=8836337304351702748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/8836337304351702748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/8836337304351702748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2010/07/video-2010-07-17-12-39-53.html' title='video-2010-07-17-12-39-53'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-7296353109939510889</id><published>2010-06-17T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:55:24.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabby saying prayers</title><content type='html'>Here is a link to Gabby saying her prayers - every night it varies who she blesses in her prayers. Allie is the one in the background with the oddest blessing :) Leave comments on youtube please :) love to hear what you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Vtp3kLI3uc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-7296353109939510889?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/7296353109939510889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=7296353109939510889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/7296353109939510889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/7296353109939510889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2010/06/saying-our-prayers.html' title='Gabby saying prayers'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-4336045197269957745</id><published>2010-04-13T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T07:08:41.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th birthday April 3, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9RGAEA9OlI/AAAAAAAAAbc/X-xWODR8lH0/s1600/IMG_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9RGAEA9OlI/AAAAAAAAAbc/X-xWODR8lH0/s320/IMG_1561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464069214798953042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids turned 4 on April 3rd and it's hard to believe that 4 years have passed by since the first moment I got to hold them in my arms. I struggled with ideas of what to do for their birthday. I wanted it to be special, but wasn't having too many ideas. They wanted to have their friends from school over. Hunter wanted a Batman cake and the girls wanted a Princess cake and they wanted their friends to sing the happy birthday song to them. Well,unfortunately, their birthdays fell the day before Easter, during Spring Break when many of the families are out of town. Additionally, our home is 40 miles from the school AND 7/11 kids in the class have April birthdays. So, having friends over was vetoed by mom. The teacher accomodated a special day for them March 30th, before spring break. I brought a cake and the kids did get to have "happy birthday" sung to them by their friends :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We focused on making them have 2 very nicely decorated rooms. I say WE, but my husband did all the work - I just shopped and selected things while he painted 2 rooms! The girls have an updated flower room with some neutral paint. We plan to add some things later, but funds were already tapped out. We gave Hunter a baseball room. They really love their new rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9RBneaiwwI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Owr11wDHSQY/s1600/IMG_1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9RBneaiwwI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Owr11wDHSQY/s320/IMG_1447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464064394342351618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9RDnTrdLGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/SgKT8k_pggA/s1600/IMG_1451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9RDnTrdLGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/SgKT8k_pggA/s320/IMG_1451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464066590483754082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9RCrRjHeBI/AAAAAAAAAbM/G6pxomRI-3E/s1600/IMG_1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9RCrRjHeBI/AAAAAAAAAbM/G6pxomRI-3E/s320/IMG_1448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464065559119755282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9RIBLjdO9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/fsZQqzU7woc/s1600/IMG_1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9RIBLjdO9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/fsZQqzU7woc/s320/IMG_1453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464071433025829842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still struggled with ideas of how to spend THEIR DAY. I ended up taking them and the 2 older kids to the horse stables for riding. While we were there, they got to hold bunnies, baby chicks, and baby goats. They absolutely fell in love and didn't want to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9QxK9qpzZI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ta1sdYs4rz0/s1600/IMG_1387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9QxK9qpzZI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ta1sdYs4rz0/s320/IMG_1387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464046312329170322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9QxKV6EerI/AAAAAAAAAak/FYObE56YgvU/s1600/IMG_1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9QxKV6EerI/AAAAAAAAAak/FYObE56YgvU/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464046301656414898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S8U_4M93VUI/AAAAAAAAAac/uTehJcZ5GVE/s1600/IMG_1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S8U_4M93VUI/AAAAAAAAAac/uTehJcZ5GVE/s320/IMG_1416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459840358042522946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S8U_3W7uCGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/B1MTBLWfrk4/s1600/IMG_1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S8U_3W7uCGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/B1MTBLWfrk4/s320/IMG_1415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459840343538010210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S8U_3FrzH4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/QOiu7gmwrf0/s1600/IMG_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S8U_3FrzH4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/QOiu7gmwrf0/s320/IMG_1400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459840338907832194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S8U_2WDo_aI/AAAAAAAAAaE/QLto54_vbR4/s1600/IMG_1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S8U_2WDo_aI/AAAAAAAAAaE/QLto54_vbR4/s320/IMG_1397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459840326122929570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day pursued on with the CAKES - yes batman AND princess cake. We still have cake left over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9QxLxtRCEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/q4QzswasfHk/s1600/IMG_1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9QxLxtRCEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/q4QzswasfHk/s320/IMG_1543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464046326298773570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9QxLemgG5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/-u_V5oCfbiU/s1600/IMG_1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9QxLemgG5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/-u_V5oCfbiU/s320/IMG_1540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464046321170127762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We also played in the backyard and they swam in their kiddie pool. Of course, the best part was the special people that got to be a part of their day - their older brother and sister, mom and dad, and GRANDMA!! Just when I was questioning, did I do enough???, Hunter came up and gave me a hug and said "Thank you mommy. It's the best birthday EBER (ever)!" So sweet and made me feel fulfilled. I worried for nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-4336045197269957745?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/4336045197269957745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=4336045197269957745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/4336045197269957745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/4336045197269957745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2010/04/4th-birthday-april-3-2010.html' title='4th birthday April 3, 2010'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S9RGAEA9OlI/AAAAAAAAAbc/X-xWODR8lH0/s72-c/IMG_1561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-5268441561363724409</id><published>2010-03-23T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:45:52.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring 2010 Update</title><content type='html'>Wow! I haven't been very faithful in keeping up with this blog. The fact that the kids are turning four (Wow!) in about 2 weeks reminds me that I need to post an update. We have just been extremely busy. I am working 4 days a week as a contract provider for a community mental health agency and that alone is draining. I haven't had anymore than 4 day weekend for a vacation and I tell you, I am about ready for one. Only problem is that since I am not an employee, I don't get paid when I don't work. My husband is about through with the fire academy and hopefully will be employed again soon! It will be great being a 2 income family again! In our case, we need 3 or 4 incomes, so he better get extra jobs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are amazing: my little joys. Alexandria, Gabrielle, and Hunter are all weighing about the same - 32 pounds, give or take a few ounces. They are on the small side still, especially the girls because they are a bit taller. They are in 18 month pants, but can wear 2T or sometimes 3T dresses. I never noticed how tiny they really were until they started school. The other kids just seem so much bigger than my kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandria is my little drama queen. She is just definitely dramatic. All these expressionate faces and reactions all the time. It's just so funny. She bosses her sister and brother around, mommying them so she has earned the nickname "little mommy." However, she is the sensitive one and cries reactively, especially when her sister tells her that she doesn't like her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle is just as sweet as she can be, smart, and full of mischief. If there is a ring leader when it comes to trouble, it's Gabby. She likes to tease her siblings and will take things away from them just for the joy of being chased in a game of keepaway. She is definitely just a mommy's girl. She tells me this all the time. She wants to go everywhere with mommy, particularly shopping. The kid finds things just to buy, whether she needs/wants them or not. She is all diva, fighting with me over what she will wear, has to have more and more shoes (Emelda Marcos watch out), and loves to have her fingernails painted, but has no patience to wait until they dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter loves his Batman and when I say he is my little baby, he gets mad and corrects me "I'm no baby. I'm Batman Hunter or if I am lucky, he will say his full name "HUNTER NEW-ing". His grandmother bought him a pair of jammies that had a cape attached and he loves to wear this. I thought I would die when he went outside, wearing swimming goggles and his cape to ride his bike. I wondered where I could hide if someone came along and saw us. Hunter apparently has a girlfriend at school -a girl named Zoe who "mothers" Hunter per the teacher. She moves her chair to sit next to him and tries to spoon feed him his lunch. He insists he only loves Pedro because girls are yucky. Pedro, a boy in his class, is apparently his "best friend." Today he told me Pedro doesn't love him because he follows Pedro too much. He keeps track of Pedro's fave snack, informing me at the store that the ritz and cheese cracker packs are "Pedro's favorite." Hunter is definitely all boy and all boy things. I should feel privileged when he tells me he loves me or graces me with a hug. He definitely favors his daddy (another manifestation of this all boy orientation). He is amazing with sports and has been advanced in his motor abilities for well over a year now. My husband says that hand-eye coordination like his at this young age is really quite a rarity. Fortunately, at 4 years of age, Hunter can join things like t-ball and soccer so he will finally get his chance to play! He's been talking about it for over a year. For his birthday, he wants a baseball room. That's what he will get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 3 of them started at private Catholic school on February 1st. They are doing extremely well and the people there are wonderful. I have never seen such kind and loving people. I love to hear and see the new things my kids are learning. They have really shocked me by repeating prayers they have practiced at school on the way home. It's just so sweet to hear! The way they are growing spiritually, emotionally, and socially seems more prominent than academically (although I am sure they are). They have been able to say their ABC's, count to 20, and know most of their shapes since they were 2. They can draw a circle and are getting much better with their coloring. I am awaiting the outcome on speech assessment they are undergoing this week. The bottom line is they are loving school and I know they are in the best place possible for them when I leave them in the mornings at the school. So, that's been a blessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope to post some more recent pictures soon - hopefully some birthday pics. I am still trying to figure out what to do because their birthday falls not only during spring break, but on the day before Easter. I think they will just be celebrating with mom and dad this year. We will figure out something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-5268441561363724409?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/5268441561363724409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=5268441561363724409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/5268441561363724409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/5268441561363724409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-2010-update.html' title='Spring 2010 Update'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-6078426509340591715</id><published>2009-11-16T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:21:35.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S5Xaq0bNvSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nervea4Zg0I/s1600-h/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S5Xaq0bNvSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nervea4Zg0I/s400/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446499753536634146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S5Xaqb2GgkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1xKElzuvU9c/s1600-h/IMG_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S5Xaqb2GgkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1xKElzuvU9c/s400/IMG_0733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446499746938520130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S5Xaprc20UI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Jm8zn67HHhw/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S5Xaprc20UI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Jm8zn67HHhw/s400/IMG_0225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446499733947732290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful that the kids are finally old enough to start to appreciate the holidays. They participated in choosing their Halloween costumes this year and were so excited in anticipation of the day they would go out in costume and get candy. We even practiced how to Trick or Treat to get it right. The girls were so excited about putting on make up and glittery dresses, as they were fairies for Halloween. Hunter had no other thing that he wanted to be more than Spiderman. I haven't any idea how he even knows of Spiderman because to my knowledge he hasn't seen any movie or cartoon with Spiderman in it. I had so much fun taking them out Trick or Treating around the neighborhoods nearby. They didn't want to go home. Allie had blisters on her feet and still wanted to walk in her costume, but we got them home somehow and they only got to have a few pieces of candy before bed. I remember being given total carte blanche when it came to Halloween candy as a kid. I guess we are a little more strict in that department. Their teeth will thank us later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We had some pics taken at the pumpkin patch but I haven't been able to figure out how to get them on here, so it's been delaying the blog post. I just figured I would write an update and figure out the pictures later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Christmas is approaching, they are asking us nearly every day about it. "Mommy I wanna see Christmas," Hunter tells me everyday. I tell him he will soon enough. Then he will tell me about what he wants for Christmas, which seems to evolve everyday. It's so exciting that this will be the first year they know a little about Christmas and will get to enjoy opening presents. I can't wait to start holiday traditions with them like decorating the tree, baking cookies, midnight mass, and going out to see Christmas lights. They get so tickled when they see decorations of any kind. Joy now comes from seeing the happiness of my kids. That love is amazing. I have never loved anyone more in life than these 3 precious souls. I am just sooooo very thankful for them, when they are good, when they are bad... it never waivers. Being a mother is just the best thing in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-6078426509340591715?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/6078426509340591715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=6078426509340591715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/6078426509340591715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/6078426509340591715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-2009.html' title='Fall 2009'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/S5Xaq0bNvSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nervea4Zg0I/s72-c/IMG_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-4766810999628072342</id><published>2009-09-09T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:07:04.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes and loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sq2yJifBinI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ASGTRToMoSA/s1600-h/DSC_0431%5B1%5D+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sq2yJifBinI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ASGTRToMoSA/s400/DSC_0431%5B1%5D+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381153006723107442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sq2yJIiqdMI/AAAAAAAAAZc/wqDFqMYXjXU/s1600-h/DSC_0430%5B1%5D+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sq2yJIiqdMI/AAAAAAAAAZc/wqDFqMYXjXU/s400/DSC_0430%5B1%5D+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381152999759049922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sq2yIVjcAhI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_SofaJMfw6U/s1600-h/DSC_0429%5B1%5D+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sq2yIVjcAhI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_SofaJMfw6U/s400/DSC_0429%5B1%5D+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381152986072089106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sq2yH5cJzlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/CNqn7Tc3Wqo/s1600-h/DSC_0428%5B1%5D+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sq2yH5cJzlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/CNqn7Tc3Wqo/s400/DSC_0428%5B1%5D+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381152978525343314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sq2w1SfDxzI/AAAAAAAAAZE/-witkLYqIfA/s1600-h/DSC_0411%5B1%5D+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sq2w1SfDxzI/AAAAAAAAAZE/-witkLYqIfA/s400/DSC_0411%5B1%5D+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381151559319275314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sq2w0vdZSmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/cL_5IrBGzJU/s1600-h/DSC_0410%5B1%5D+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sq2w0vdZSmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/cL_5IrBGzJU/s400/DSC_0410%5B1%5D+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381151549917055586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sq2w0NqheDI/AAAAAAAAAY0/HqpwddKP4cU/s1600-h/DSC_0409%5B1%5D+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sq2w0NqheDI/AAAAAAAAAY0/HqpwddKP4cU/s400/DSC_0409%5B1%5D+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381151540845312050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sq2wzo46GII/AAAAAAAAAYs/csiFPYh_f-M/s1600-h/dsc_0408%5B1%5D+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sq2wzo46GII/AAAAAAAAAYs/csiFPYh_f-M/s400/dsc_0408%5B1%5D+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381151530973534338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have moved away to the Orlando area - living in Clermont, but in the country. We are on 3.4 acres of gorgeous conservation land with wildlife abundant. Unfortanately, didn't realize that we had gators until we moved in. However, it is paradise. It is great not having to drive 2 hours to work anymore and a relaxing setting to be in when I do arrive home. We have had a loss since we moved here. We lost my cocker spaniel of 15 years and honestly the most loyal companion I ever had. I feel a great loss, but time is making it somewhat easier to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have met friends here. Hunter has his first boy friend. He hasn't ever gotten to socialize with boys his age and now he is "friends" with a 4 year old Jacob who he cried about for several days, stating he didn't get his "kiss" and hug from his "new friends." He is just the cutest. What's not the cutest is his opposition to mommy. He is a dada's boy and it doesn't bother me too much until he gets really disrespectful, such as pushing me away, denying me kisses, telling me "NO mommy!" Well, it hurts my feelings, but I try to recognize it is a phase. Then, he will surprise me by crying for me or telling me out of the blue "Love you mommy." The other consolation is that I have two girls who are definite momma's girls, so long as grandma or their aunts aren't around. When that happens, you might as well chalk it up and call it a day because goose liver is more popular than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They keep reminding me, well at least Hunter does, that they aren't "wittle babies" anymore. Hunter will add "I big boy mommy." He definitely will always be my wittle baby but he doesn't seem to get that right now. They certainly try to act grown, copying everything we do and the girls will say they are mommy. Hunter will say he is daddy. The girls love to go shopping, dance, and sing. Hunter just loves everything about sports, particularly baseball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after we moved into this never been lived in beautiful home with brand-new everything, the kids happened to have a "cookout" in their rooms. They gathered up all the food out of the fridge that they could find and dumped it on their carpet when daddy wasn't looking and when mommy was at work. They totally destroyed the carpet. Stanley Steamer wasn't able to get the pink pepto bismo stains out, so we have covered their stains with a white throw rug for now. I guess we have to keep it all in perspective. A few stains on the carpet aren't worth getting all upset about when we have 3 beautiful healthy babes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy the pictures. My dad took them while he was home from Afghanistan. He is returning tomorrow. I love these pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-4766810999628072342?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/4766810999628072342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=4766810999628072342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/4766810999628072342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/4766810999628072342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2009/09/changes-and-loss.html' title='Changes and loss'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sq2yJifBinI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ASGTRToMoSA/s72-c/DSC_0431%5B1%5D+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-2813712803817283899</id><published>2009-04-23T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:18:37.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon Dorrough</title><content type='html'>I just had to add in here with a little note of pride that my Uncle Jon Dorrough (my dad's brother) and the guy who started this website for me has finally got around to publishing a book, something that has been in the work for years. He has another book on the way already too. The book sounds very interesting and one that sounds like it needed a ton of research and imagination, just from the description. I will have to buy one. I just think it is such a huge accomplishment to not only write a book, but for it to be good enough to be published and sell on Amazon and at Barnes and Noble!? That's difficult! Kudos to my uncle! That's something I have always wanted to do myself. What a dream come true!  Love you Uncle Jon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to his website which gives more details about the book! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jdorrough.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-2813712803817283899?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/2813712803817283899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=2813712803817283899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/2813712803817283899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/2813712803817283899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2009/04/jon-dorrough.html' title='Jon Dorrough'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-461632445099459320</id><published>2009-04-07T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:40:27.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allie Gabby and Hunter's Birthday Photos</title><content type='html'>ON DONALD'S BOAT IN TOON TOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv8bktljqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/-slB6HkOPyk/s1600-h/GEDC0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv8bktljqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/-slB6HkOPyk/s400/GEDC0101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322124935309921954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GABBY AND ALLIE ON THE BOAT GETTING SQUIRTED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv8bUOPJNI/AAAAAAAAAYc/fCCXci3kq6Q/s1600-h/GEDC0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv8bUOPJNI/AAAAAAAAAYc/fCCXci3kq6Q/s400/GEDC0102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322124930883462354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLIE ON LEFT, GABBY ON RIGHT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv74r2dVdI/AAAAAAAAAYU/bJOdX0S6Y8E/s1600-h/GEDC0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv74r2dVdI/AAAAAAAAAYU/bJOdX0S6Y8E/s400/GEDC0103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322124335930758610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MAGICAL MOMENT WITH MICKEY AND MINNIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv74NCRPMI/AAAAAAAAAYM/gNxd9hTeN1w/s1600-h/GEDC0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv74NCRPMI/AAAAAAAAAYM/gNxd9hTeN1w/s400/GEDC0104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322124327658798274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A SMALL WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv73up7IpI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ZPHADBarzoM/s1600-h/GEDC0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv73up7IpI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ZPHADBarzoM/s400/GEDC0109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322124319503622802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUNTER GETS DRUMS FROM GRANDMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv73tYf3UI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DIyKeFLDl6E/s1600-h/GEDC0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv73tYf3UI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DIyKeFLDl6E/s400/GEDC0114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322124319162096962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUNTER AT GRANDMAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv73Q4BSFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vNkX8b9_wHQ/s1600-h/GEDC0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv73Q4BSFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vNkX8b9_wHQ/s400/GEDC0115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322124311509682258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATURAL TALENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv7MDmHUCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/MxXlBp7TQWc/s1600-h/GEDC0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv7MDmHUCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/MxXlBp7TQWc/s400/GEDC0116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322123569210544162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT GRANDMAS, GIRLS GET DORA PURSES AND DOLLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv7L1Uhf9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ez1ky8Q0nZQ/s1600-h/GEDC0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv7L1Uhf9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ez1ky8Q0nZQ/s400/GEDC0121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322123565378666450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLIE LEFT AND GABBY RIGHT CHECKING OUT WHAT'S IN THE PURSES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv7Lxsj5eI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ulHTDE7QvZw/s1600-h/GEDC0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv7Lxsj5eI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ulHTDE7QvZw/s400/GEDC0123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322123564405745122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLIE'S FACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv7LnfS67I/AAAAAAAAAXU/oZemGbzUe6o/s1600-h/GEDC0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv7LnfS67I/AAAAAAAAAXU/oZemGbzUe6o/s400/GEDC0125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322123561665751986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv7LMtS4oI/AAAAAAAAAXM/83QHWAvXMGw/s1600-h/GEDC0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv7LMtS4oI/AAAAAAAAAXM/83QHWAvXMGw/s400/GEDC0129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322123554476712578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLIE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv6b7XIhjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/EuydLmicbaQ/s1600-h/GEDC0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv6b7XIhjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/EuydLmicbaQ/s400/GEDC0130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322122742366504498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUNTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv6bnOpnzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/EwriwY6fVQk/s1600-h/GEDC0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv6bnOpnzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/EwriwY6fVQk/s400/GEDC0131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322122736962215730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT THE HOTEL, COMFY AND COZY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv6bYKGYrI/AAAAAAAAAW0/U815l8lgm7s/s1600-h/GEDC0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv6bYKGYrI/AAAAAAAAAW0/U815l8lgm7s/s400/GEDC0135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322122732916597426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLIE ON LEFT, GABBY MIDDLE, HUNTER RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv6bdXUxvI/AAAAAAAAAWs/esW7ZPehThw/s1600-h/GEDC0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv6bdXUxvI/AAAAAAAAAWs/esW7ZPehThw/s400/GEDC0137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322122734314243826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BED TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv6bNpyDdI/AAAAAAAAAWk/EbS96GMDsAA/s1600-h/GEDC0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv6bNpyDdI/AAAAAAAAAWk/EbS96GMDsAA/s400/GEDC0139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322122730096692690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRAY FOR DISNEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv5p1qQMdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OwAInLOMKNo/s1600-h/GEDC0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv5p1qQMdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OwAInLOMKNo/s400/GEDC0143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322121881842627026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKING A BREAK ALLIE (LEFT) AND GABBY (RIGHT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv5pqEor3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/5ifzRHoVnak/s1600-h/GEDC0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv5pqEor3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/5ifzRHoVnak/s400/GEDC0153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322121878732058482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLIE AND GABBY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv5pnUlK4I/AAAAAAAAAWM/WBMhsyJ3bdA/s1600-h/GEDC0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv5pnUlK4I/AAAAAAAAAWM/WBMhsyJ3bdA/s400/GEDC0154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322121877993630594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S STILL US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv5pVKKlkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/OIDMUFXA2Zo/s1600-h/GEDC0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv5pVKKlkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/OIDMUFXA2Zo/s400/GEDC0155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322121873118107202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME FOR THE CAROUSEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv5pDzLTjI/AAAAAAAAAV8/pBPaUZj6Zu4/s1600-h/GEDC0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv5pDzLTjI/AAAAAAAAAV8/pBPaUZj6Zu4/s400/GEDC0168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322121868458282546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOON TOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv45VZOR-I/AAAAAAAAAV0/Y1R9PF4zp4c/s1600-h/GEDC0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv45VZOR-I/AAAAAAAAAV0/Y1R9PF4zp4c/s400/GEDC0171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322121048547543010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GABBY AND DORA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv45Lf5W3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/mNWnZNFOrh0/s1600-h/GEDC0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv45Lf5W3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/mNWnZNFOrh0/s400/GEDC0174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322121045891177330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GABBY AND DORA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv45AyBqyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/J_cWBcIBJUw/s1600-h/GEDC0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv45AyBqyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/J_cWBcIBJUw/s400/GEDC0175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322121043014429474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUDY AND ALLIE (VISITING AFTER OUR BIRTHDAY BECAUSE SHE WAS ON A CRUISE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv44xMpT_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/w5RhdlawKnA/s1600-h/GEDC0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv44xMpT_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/w5RhdlawKnA/s400/GEDC0180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322121038831112178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GABS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv44rWKh_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/sgBjU8pXt0k/s1600-h/GEDC0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv44rWKh_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/sgBjU8pXt0k/s400/GEDC0177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322121037260425202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-461632445099459320?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/461632445099459320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=461632445099459320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/461632445099459320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/461632445099459320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2009/04/allie-gabby-and-hunters-birthday-photos.html' title='Allie Gabby and Hunter&apos;s Birthday Photos'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Sdv8bktljqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/-slB6HkOPyk/s72-c/GEDC0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-5493808004822747300</id><published>2009-04-03T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:12:59.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Our Birthday</title><content type='html'>April 3rd - Our birthday today (well 1 hour ago it was officially over since it is 1am now. We are 3 years old. Please leave us any birthday wishes so we can cherish your comments for many years to come. Disney here we come! We will think of you while we visit Minnie and Mickey mouse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-5493808004822747300?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/5493808004822747300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=5493808004822747300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/5493808004822747300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/5493808004822747300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-our-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s Our Birthday'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-3082480935376364732</id><published>2009-03-03T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:19:02.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 3, Yay for Chuck E. Cheese, Obsessed with Jeans, and Hunter's misguided haircut</title><content type='html'>In 1 month, my children will be 3 years old. It is so hard to believe that it happened this fast. Time has really just whipped on by. It seems like their vocabulary is really expanding by the day. They impress me so much with their abilities. These preemie babies are absolutely healthy and normal in every way. They have been tested by EI (Early Steps Intervention) and they don't qualify for any services - speech, occupational, or physical therapy. They are within normal limits to advanced on all cognitive, emotional, physical, and social testing. What a blessing it is that they are so healthy. Our pediatrician is also very pleased by their development. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have a lot to celebrate on their birthday this year. This birthday, we are going to have their party at Chuck E. Cheese because these kids absolutely love the characters and love to dance and sing with the big mouse. I thought too, it would save us the hassle of cleaning up. I am always looking for the easy way out! Tonight I told Gabby that we are going to have a party for her and she couldn't stop saying "party party" and she understood what it meant because she insisted we have cake tonight. "Mommy, I want cake. I want cake, Mommy." Of course, she doesn't understand the concept of time so it shouldn't have been mentioned at all. I will try not to make that mistake again. Have you ever tried to explain time to kids who don't know time? It is absolutely mind-bending. I find myself in that same spot over and over again and never clearly convey the meaning. The kids want to go to bed in jeans. Actually, they pretty much want to live in jeans all the time. They have their favorite pair and they want them washed and ready to wear every day. So, I try to explain to them that they need to wait to wear the jeans and this is a little of what occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You cannot wear the jeans tonite."&lt;br /&gt;Them: "Mommy, I want jeans."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "NO. Not tonight. You have to wear jammies."&lt;br /&gt;Them: "NO jammies mommy. Jeans. Jeans. I want jeans."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No. Jammies tonite. You can wear jeans tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;Them: "Mah-rah?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes, tomorrow. Not when it's dark out, but when the sun comes up tomorrow it is tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;Them: "Jeans mommy, I want jeans."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;Them: "No mah-rah mommy. I want jeans."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mommy isn't wearing jeans night night. You wear jammies night night. Mommy is wearing jammies." &lt;br /&gt;Them: "NO Jammies."&lt;br /&gt;Me: I concede and let them wear jeans to bed - stick with the big issues right? So, not only do my kids know they can win with me, they probably think tomorrow means right now, and they are increasingly obsessed with jeans. I am thinking of throwing them all in the trash and forcing them to wear dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another update: My son got a haircut. No, not his first haircut, but it is the most haircut he has ever had. My husband did it without telling or consulting me. I shouldn't be speaking to him. Hunter looks like a little man with a flat head. It's shaven pretty much. I'm thinking of suing my husband and the hairdresser, but I guess that won't bring back his hair. I know one thing - he will never be allowed to go get his haircut with just daddy. Heck, daddy should have a chaperone to help him get his own hair cut because he isn't doing too well by himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-3082480935376364732?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/3082480935376364732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=3082480935376364732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/3082480935376364732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/3082480935376364732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2009/03/almost-3-yay-for-chuck-e-cheese.html' title='Almost 3, Yay for Chuck E. Cheese, Obsessed with Jeans, and Hunter&apos;s misguided haircut'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-5572887566416768665</id><published>2009-01-26T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:26:58.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. President</title><content type='html'>I realize this is a blog about my children, but every once in awhile, I do digress and speak slightly off topic. This is one of those occasions. In his first few days in office, our beloved President has seen fit to make abortion his number one pressing issue. With the state of our country's economy, he finds no better way to spend money (besides the most expensive innaugaration ever) than to give money so that the international community can perform abortion. In addition to this, he has lifted the ban on partial birth abortions and extended it to include killing children in abortion mishaps. Read more about this in the following articles since I am not a political commentator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/04/01/AR2008040102197.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.foxnews.com/politics/first100days/2009/01/23/obama-lift-ban-overseas-abortion-funding/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He states that he wouldn't want his daughter to be punished for a crisis pregnancy. Punishment? Interesting philosophy on pregnancy and the miracle of life. This is the man we voted for? Thanks so much "We the People."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-5572887566416768665?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/5572887566416768665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=5572887566416768665' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/5572887566416768665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/5572887566416768665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2009/01/mr-president.html' title='Mr. President'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-6918086285540831660</id><published>2009-01-08T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:50:16.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Photo with Santa</title><content type='html'>Yay, I finally remembered to post the Christmas Photo with Santa. Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SWbXNjauUQI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GxCuJaJcUN4/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 378px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SWbXNjauUQI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GxCuJaJcUN4/s400/christmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289151440238825730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to right: Dylan, Hunter (saying Cheese!), Gabrielle, Santa, Alexandria, and Savanah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-6918086285540831660?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/6918086285540831660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=6918086285540831660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/6918086285540831660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/6918086285540831660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-photo-with-santa.html' title='Christmas Photo with Santa'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SWbXNjauUQI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GxCuJaJcUN4/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-809773419451106866</id><published>2009-01-06T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:16:17.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a Laugh... The Mom Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxT5NwQUtVM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxT5NwQUtVM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-809773419451106866?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/809773419451106866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=809773419451106866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/809773419451106866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/809773419451106866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-laugh-mom-song.html' title='For a Laugh... The Mom Song'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-3205184511759740471</id><published>2009-01-05T17:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:05:25.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommying 101.. Random ramblings</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I still haven't posted that all important picture of the kids with Santa. It seems these days, I am full of good intentions with lack of follow through. In my "quiet moments" such as these, I am being tapped gently on the arm by a little part womanesque part cherubic 2.7 year old (to be more specific), somewhat impatiently. The tapping turns more into slapping than tapping in the course of 5 seconds. "Mommy. Mommy. I have booboo." I resign to the interruption, giving her a kiss on the wound - that magical miracle cure that somehow erases all booboos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I am interrupted by the sound of little feet traveling across the floor at a frenzied pace, laughing and that always means trouble. One glance confirms that there is contraband. One has a bottle of vinegar I use to mop the floor and the other has a spray bottle of Fabuloso he is squirting here and there. Somehow, my out of shape body (at their doing) has turned into that of a marathon runner when I sense danger, as I sprint across the house catching them and watching them collapse in fits of giggles. Such fun. All I want to do is have a "quiet moment" and gather my thoughts. I can hear the pounding of the keys of the piano as Baby Einstein plays loudly in the background. They are entertained only moments and then return with the droning sound of "Mommy. Mommy." I have learned to tune it out a little too well. It's as if I were a 10 year old zoning out on cartoons, ignoring the requests of a nagging mother. Reality sets in eventually and I respond to their requests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9pm now and they are still not in bed. This is the norm at my house. In a few minutes, I will have to grab a spoon and make idle threats. Fear will not be realized. They look at me with the spoon and the stern voice saying, "get in bed" and laugh. 'Silly woman... you won't actually follow through," they seem to be laughing. Even when I do follow through and smack a diaper covered buttocks, it doesn't carry any sting. It's all fun and games here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of this post was to discuss my disorganization and lack of follow through. I have digressed. As you can see, my thoughts are not even organized. As if the disorganization of my thoughts here are not enough, I can assure you there are further examples. I make lists of things to do and then do everything NOT on the list. I guess you can blame me for the depletion of trees in the rain forest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My checkbook is unbalanced. My purse is full of receipts I intended to enter, but then forget to. I lose some and figure, what's the point? Before I know it, I am close to overdraft, rushing to the bank to cover the yet to be posted items before it's too late. This year, I only managed to get a handful of Christmas cards out before Christmas. I have intended for the last 2 days to send out the remaining cards saying "Belated Happy New Year" but by the time they will actually get out, they will be "Belated Happy Valentine's Day" cards with a Christmas feel. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back to my college years, which wasn't too long ago. I could of possibly had a transient mental health disorder, but it would have to have been persistent to be diagnosable. Yet, I felt incredibly sane compared to now. I was obsessed with succeeding. I NEEDED versus wanted to get all A's. Other than exercise (yes I once exercised obsessively, I had no life to speak of, living only for the praise of the red A on the paper that I had deliberated over and refined repeatedly until I had produced my best efforts. Other college students were having fun partying, only concerning themselves with the production of a paper 12 hours before the deadline. They would pull an all nighter to produce the desired passable piece of work. Ah, those were the days. I was at the top of my game. Mentally, I was the sharpest I would ever be and the most organized I have been in my life. I am but a remnant of that oh so driven diva. Disorganized would be an adjective to aspire to. I am the complete epitome of the phrase - total chaos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't share this to sound erudite, nor am I some kind of Mensa snob. I certainly am and always will be flawed, like most people. Unlike a few, I am aware of those flaws too. Let me just idealize for a moment, remembering a time when I could actually complete a to do list. That was before kids though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having kids is in some ways the best thing that could happen to a person. I feel extremely fortunate to have these little lives in my responsibility. They are the cutest and well I could fawn over all that they do all day long. Case in point: When I arrived home tonight, I was greeted by Gabrielle with the declaration "Mommy, I went peepee in the potty" very clearly and concisely in the toddler speak way. It melted me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the annoyances can be cute. Yet, I think they should come with not only instructions, but the Serenity prayer. They can reduce the smartest person to a blithering idiot. So far, my life with kids is going right on cue, according to Bill Cosby's discourse on parenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat myself nonstop. Everything is repetitive though: TV shows, ABC's, Numbers, Books, commands/demands. I am even forced to listen to the same song nonstop. "Right Now" by Akon is my least favorite song in the world at this moment. If I met him, I would ask him to annunciate his words better because even after 1000 times and counting listening to "I wanna make love right naw naw naw" I still can't distinguish what he is saying in several parts. Does he say "You were my homey, lover, friend" or "you were my only love girlfriend?" I guess I could google it, but it would take the last piece of mystery out of the song that my children insist on listening to and singing the last word of every stanza to on a daily basis. Please don't judge me for allowing my 2 year olds to listen to this song. You would let them to if you were listening to their screaming and incessant begging to listen to the one song they know the words to that isn't produced by Barney. This isn't one single child. This is a chorus of screaming and not in tune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the course of writing this blog, a mere 20 minutes, I have arisen and responded to the needs of children I put to bed more than an hour ago at a minimum, 15 times. I have kissed a booboo (as you know), confiscated the contraband, changed a dirty diaper, redressed a naked child, watched them swing Elmo together and count together, redirected them to bed repeatedly, answered the phone, hit rewind and replayed the same DVD in each room, taken a child to the potty, chased and threatened kids with a spoon, and read a book. I have also managed to put at least a few coherent sentences together. I will finish out the night with paperwork leftover from work today, rummaging for something to eat, and probably hitting rewind and play a couple more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just&lt;br /&gt;Another Day in the life of the Ewing Crew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-3205184511759740471?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/3205184511759740471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=3205184511759740471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/3205184511759740471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/3205184511759740471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2009/01/mommying-101-random-ramblings.html' title='Mommying 101.. Random ramblings'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-4731521610746869945</id><published>2008-12-27T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:27:00.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>I have not had the time to make posts or scan pictures, so it has been awhile since you have seen a post. I will try to spend some time getting some of the pictures together from Christmas and posting them here.  Christmas was wonderful this year. The kids being a little older, had more of a sense of what was going on. When we went to take pictures with Santa Claus, Gabrielle didn't want to leave. She kept hanging on to him and saying "my Santa" "my Santa." I thought it was cute. The picture came out pretty good, so that is one I need to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to "midnight mass" which is at 9pm this year. Go figure. The kids weren't bad, but some people were less tolerant and I almost had a verbal altercation with a very rude woman who muttered some things in my general direction. She seemed to appreciate the children that were in the cry room only. I just took my disruptive child and sat outside the doors, still looking in on the mass. We will need to do some thinking about churches that can accomodate our brood. It's getting really harder to get to and through church these days and I need it more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day was just lovely. The kids got way more than they need, but they had a fun time opening presents and oohed and ahed over different toys, trying all of them out within a quick span of time. We had a nice Christmas dinner, preparing it for the first time ever! Grandmas etc. had to come to us! It was exciting passage down. Now, I want to pass back the torch because watching children, cleaning, cooking on very little sleep after staying up to put together toys is for the birds! I think my mom will have to host it at her house and cook next year. All in all it was a wonderful day! Hope everyone out there had a great Christmas too. Thanks for reading about my family. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-4731521610746869945?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/4731521610746869945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=4731521610746869945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/4731521610746869945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/4731521610746869945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-7707824704645558360</id><published>2008-09-26T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:53:39.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography by Mike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SN3WX9FGMMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/hcFNJAAs7aU/s1600-h/_MG_4408E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SN3WX9FGMMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/hcFNJAAs7aU/s400/_MG_4408E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250588447605141698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 - So cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SN3WSivoiWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dzmc34j4saY/s1600-h/gabby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SN3WSivoiWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dzmc34j4saY/s400/gabby1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250588354636450146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SN3WNIpRSSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/oun9-tM_p4E/s1600-h/_MG_4396E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SN3WNIpRSSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/oun9-tM_p4E/s400/_MG_4396E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250588261731092770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SN3WIKLMHrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/vLVXj7cer98/s1600-h/_MG_4391EE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SN3WIKLMHrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/vLVXj7cer98/s400/_MG_4391EE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250588176242450098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SN3WC-TdDGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2eF7FueYW7M/s1600-h/_MG_4389E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SN3WC-TdDGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2eF7FueYW7M/s400/_MG_4389E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250588087156542562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these are some of the most beautiful pictures I have seen. The photographer did a phenomenal job. He is one of the top digital people in Florida and wins all kinds of awards for his photos. However, he is very reasonable. I am so glad we got a chance to have him take pictures of our babies. If any of my family wants to order pictures of the kids, call him at 863-385-9991.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-7707824704645558360?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/7707824704645558360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=7707824704645558360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/7707824704645558360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/7707824704645558360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2008/09/photography-by-mike.html' title='Photography by Mike'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SN3WX9FGMMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/hcFNJAAs7aU/s72-c/_MG_4408E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-4643984765822903861</id><published>2008-09-21T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:00:44.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new business</title><content type='html'>Please check out www.shoptoearn.net/ewingcrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are excited that we have gotten the chance to join this groundfloor opportunity. If you purchase things online or know people who do, this is a wonderful way to earn income. We know someone personally who earned 5k in her first month of business and it motivated us to involve ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do buy items online, please add our website and use it as your preferred search engine for shopping. It includes Sears, Walmart, Target, Gap, Old Navy, MACYS (My personal favorite),Babies R US, Toys R Us, and 100s of other stores. In all, they have over 700 stores, easily arranged by what you are looking for. It gives you a discount in purchasing and it benefits our family as well. Why should GOOGLE be the only search engine to make money? Please pass the word and if you are interested in joining our venture, we can help you out! Just let us know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-4643984765822903861?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/4643984765822903861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=4643984765822903861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/4643984765822903861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/4643984765822903861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-new-business.html' title='Our new business'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-1944658683103358115</id><published>2008-09-16T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:56:43.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M.O.S.T. Mothers of Supertwins New Video</title><content type='html'>I am a member of this organization and am a volunteer. I am an area coordinator and after thorough training and the real life experience of being a mother to "surviving" quadruplets, I reach out to mothers who are expecting higher order multiples, providing support, education, and resources when available. This is MOST's latest fundraising efforts. A few of these ladies I have communicated with on a forum where mothers network. One of these ladies I saw on a show OMG! I am having Sextuplets.  It was very moving to me. I thought I would share. I am one of the survivors of losing a preemie baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8TIPjzzAvTI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8TIPjzzAvTI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-1944658683103358115?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/1944658683103358115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=1944658683103358115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/1944658683103358115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/1944658683103358115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2008/09/most-mothers-of-supertwins-new-video.html' title='M.O.S.T. Mothers of Supertwins New Video'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-7454013690881053190</id><published>2008-09-04T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:19:44.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement about McCain and Palin</title><content type='html'>This is the first time in a long time, I have been so excited about a presidential/vice presidential nominee. I cannot believe the people out there who are so hesitant to vote for this man. I cannot believe the words, "I feel like I have no choices. There isn't a candidate I support." This is one man I would stand behind and feel safe about running our country! I thought to myself years ago he was an excellent candidate for president. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a man with integrity, a man who doesn't change his answers to fit the venue and appease the audience at the time. He speaks as honest as any presidential candidate could ever speak. He is as humble as a presidential nominee could be. He has his finger on the issues: healthcare, increasing employment, energy, education: all pressing issues. I believe this is a man who will try to accomplish all that he can, but I am not deluded enough to think he can accomplish this alone. This is the executive of our country, but he is not the end all and be all. The legislative branch and the judicial branch of our country ensure that change is slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many seem to be tired of hearing that he was a P.O.W. They think he is a one trick pony act, playing the P.O.W. card. Only in America can a man rise through the ranks of the military, become a P.O.W., live to tell about it, and become a presidential nominee. He is making history. Barack doesn't own the rights to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can effectively argue against John McCain's foreign policy expertise. His record and reputation are solid. His ability to oversee potential strategic military involvement is clear. Additionally, he actually has 2 sons in the military who have served our country. He comes from a long line of military. In fact, Palin's son is in the military too. Who do you want making decisions about whether it is necessary to send your children off to war? A man who never served nor had children serve? or a man whose children will be fighting alongside your children? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it ironic in a time where we have just ended the reign of terror of Sadam Hussein, we have Barack Hussein Obama running for president? Omen? or Conspiracy? Regardless of Barack's unproven origins, his experience is questionable. So many questions exist - Just where does Barack stand on the issues? His waivering and pandering leave us unclear. His wife does not help his cause, alienating the &lt;white&gt; America she is so angry at for oppressing her. Poor Michelle with a home worth over 1 million dollars and a position paying over 300,000.00 per year with a hospital and a 52,000 salary for being on the Board of Directors for another company. I wish I was oppressed like that. The influence of Reverend Wright and his attendance at a church for over 20 years which was essentially anti-American propoganda clothed with scripture leaves a bad taste in my mouth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any descent from Barack being president leads to questions about racism - how dare you not vote for the first real non-white contender for president? You must be a rascist. Maybe we just detest your arrogance and sense of entitlement. Maybe we question your honesty and ability to make decisions. After all being the president does require making decisions swiftly and it requires experience. You have given the same speech about Hope and Change countless times, but I am no clearer on who you are and what you really stand for.  Being a president requires authenticity and sincerity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to refrain from calling Barack supporters idiots. I can understand we are in real trouble. Gas prices and everything that requires or is affected by gas prices are higher than ever. The real estate market has plummeted. Car sales are down. People are going into foreclosure and bankruptcy increasingly. People are out of jobs and unhappy with the way things are. Bush is who we blame for everything. Therefore, we want some unknown who sells us a dream of change without any plan of action that is realistic. He sells us with his charisma but has no road map. Are we that gullible that we fall for a bunch of promises from someone who has had years to deliver with his congressional positions, but hasn't? Are we that obtuse that we think John McCain is the same as Bush? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is my 2 cents on the matter. I love the McCain/Palin ticket and hope you do too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-7454013690881053190?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/7454013690881053190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=7454013690881053190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/7454013690881053190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/7454013690881053190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2008/09/excitement-about-mccain-and-palin.html' title='Excitement about McCain and Palin'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-3166423009353524317</id><published>2008-07-25T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:10:41.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randy Pausch The Final Lecture - Very Meaningful</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ji5_MqicxSo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ji5_MqicxSo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-3166423009353524317?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/3166423009353524317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=3166423009353524317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/3166423009353524317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/3166423009353524317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2008/07/randy-pausch-final-lecture-very.html' title='Randy Pausch The Final Lecture - Very Meaningful'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-2048611164721338110</id><published>2008-07-22T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:09:04.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phenom and The Dancers Get Big Girl and Boy Beds</title><content type='html'>I have been using this blog for posting pictures as I get them developed but I haven't really given an update on what is going on with the kids. Life is full and life is busy. My kids are the greatest thing that have ever happened to me, but at the same time, they are the biggest challenge. I think I have muttered a few times "I don't want to do this parenting thing." I was an expert in parenting before I had children. I always knew what to do to get the desired behavior. Just ask all my friends with kids. All I can say is that I am sorry to all of you who had to endure advice from me. I think this parenting thing is the toughest job ever!!!!! The kids are 2 years and a few months now. They are talking up a storm, even when we cannot understand what they are saying. Full sentences here and there. The favorite ones are "What's that?" which is said over and over until I have named every object at least twice. "Here you go," which is offered mostly by Allie as she doles out to the other kids some snack. My least favorite is "I want..." Usually it is said over and over, more and more loudly until it gets to hysteria at which point, I shouldn't give them whatever they want because I am reinforcing the whining behavior. However, my ears are going numb and temporary insanity sets in. I concede. Here are the cookies!! Here are the car keys!! Here are the kitchen knives!! Okay, I'm kidding. I would never give them the car keys. Ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started climbing out of their cribs at bedtime, even with the crib tents which have successfully locked them in for months now. In the last few weeks, the kids have been going to bed later and later as we struggle over bedtime. The other night I hear my husband saying "Why do you guys do this to me? Do you think I like to spank you? I hate to spank you!" and then some cries followed. I have given up attempting to get them all back to bed. I concede. If he leaves the bedtime thing to me, they will all be running around until midnight. They laugh at me when I get stern. It's as if they are saying "Oh Mommy, you are so funny! Do you really think we are going to listen to you?" I have to say, I turned into my mother. I am constantly tattling on my kids and leaving my husband to be the disciplinarian. "Daddy, they are out of bed." "Daddy, they are running down the hall." etc. And yes, I call him Daddy. We have turned into some hillbilly cliches where we call each other "ma" and "pa." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of all their climbing out of their cribs, we decided that they are ready for big girl and boy beds. The girls have toddler beds and Hunter has his crib converted to a daybed. They love their big boy and girl beds, though they don't spend much time in them. All of them wake up and climb into bed with us in the middle of the night or the early morning. I was terribly squooshed last night when all 5 of us were in the bed. Family closeness! On the bright side, we have some pretty talented children. Hunter is showing some interest and talent with sports. He would sleep with a baseball glove it we let him. He knows how to hold a bat. His stance is so cute! He dribbles a soccer ball phenomenally. We think he is going to be a PHENOM. I have never seen a 2 year old with such enthusiasm for sports. He is always happy with a ball in his hands. The girls are little dancers. Turn on the music and you will see rhythm. Watching them dance always makes me smile. In fact, Allie will ensure she gets my attention by yelling "Mama! Mama!" When, I look at her she is shimmying her shoulders or wiggling about in such a cute way. Hunter gets in on the action too. If we turn on Baby Einstein, The Wiggles, or Barney, they will wiggle and giggle away. It's too cute. So, in all being a parent is wonderful. The cuddles. The smiles. The laughter. Sure there is whining and temper tantrums, but the good so outweighs the bad. Can I have some more please? Just don't tell my husband I asked that. Here is a video that Aunt Judy took of the babies watching Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c453cca4eb776fa9" 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://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc453cca4eb776fa9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330353013%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74920B085D2A674573669C9A55954AC04D8361D3.6023B239A948FD7A59EC9A8EEE661704A98E9105%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc453cca4eb776fa9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaEApvBiOEX80nudM8iSWdpNxNaI&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://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc453cca4eb776fa9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330353013%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74920B085D2A674573669C9A55954AC04D8361D3.6023B239A948FD7A59EC9A8EEE661704A98E9105%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc453cca4eb776fa9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaEApvBiOEX80nudM8iSWdpNxNaI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-2048611164721338110?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c453cca4eb776fa9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/2048611164721338110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=2048611164721338110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/2048611164721338110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/2048611164721338110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2008/07/phenom-and-dancers-get-big-girl-and-boy.html' title='The Phenom and The Dancers Get Big Girl and Boy Beds'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-7077674957330869949</id><published>2008-07-12T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:10:51.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Augustine</title><content type='html'>We went to Saint Augustine back in April which was a birthday present to me. It was the kids first time to the beach. I have a lot of pics I need to post from that visit, but these were sent to me by our new friend Tiffany, of Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and her friends were the sweetest and Gabby really took to her. I thought I would share these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SHlab64gT6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/QRGo0KooXs0/s1600-h/tiffgab2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SHlab64gT6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/QRGo0KooXs0/s400/tiffgab2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222304678622023586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SHlaYFPwSdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/t1kb4vWG1Rg/s1600-h/tiffany+and+gabs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SHlaYFPwSdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/t1kb4vWG1Rg/s400/tiffany+and+gabs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222304612684417490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-7077674957330869949?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/7077674957330869949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=7077674957330869949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/7077674957330869949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/7077674957330869949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2008/07/saint-augustine.html' title='Saint Augustine'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SHlab64gT6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/QRGo0KooXs0/s72-c/tiffgab2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-8022868343057948275</id><published>2008-07-12T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:10:52.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our play date at Red Lobster with the Fulton Quads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SHlaJy6AtnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/05hXKkZNHLw/s1600-h/playdate2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SHlaJy6AtnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/05hXKkZNHLw/s400/playdate2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222304367243212402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony, Me, Savanah, Cathy and her husband&lt;br /&gt;with my 3 babies and her 4 babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SHlaFl5rx-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/NnEfAEpp9fQ/s1600-h/playdate3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SHlaFl5rx-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/NnEfAEpp9fQ/s400/playdate3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222304295032702946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the interested babies with the Manager of Red Lobster showing them a lobster and letting them touch the lobster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SHlaAuXUGFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IdaCR4fMh1o/s1600-h/playdate1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SHlaAuXUGFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IdaCR4fMh1o/s400/playdate1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222304211405117522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to a higher order multiples club, MOST (Mother's of Super Twins) and met a lady named Cathy through that organization. She was passing through Sebring so she stopped to have lunch with us. They were the nicest family. I really enjoyed meeting them. Unfortunately, due to the bad behavior of my children, we didn't get to spend much time talking! Here are some pics that she just sent to me.  I love them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-8022868343057948275?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/8022868343057948275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=8022868343057948275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/8022868343057948275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/8022868343057948275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-play-date-at-red-lobster-with.html' title='Our play date at Red Lobster with the Fulton Quads'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SHlaJy6AtnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/05hXKkZNHLw/s72-c/playdate2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-1236106886502017605</id><published>2008-04-14T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T09:35:38.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Preston</title><content type='html'>Never a day goes by that I don't think of my Preston.  Birthdays are especially difficult.  Kathy Triccoli's song expresses how I feel so well. There will come a day when I will see your face again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-aUoRT9Ml6I&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-aUoRT9Ml6I&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-1236106886502017605?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/1236106886502017605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=1236106886502017605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/1236106886502017605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/1236106886502017605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-preston.html' title='For Preston'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-3812407918152441687</id><published>2008-04-06T19:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:10:53.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Birthday Party Pictures.... More will follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R_mJLxIsxtI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SF0MJSO5Peo/s1600-h/bday26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R_mJLxIsxtI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SF0MJSO5Peo/s400/bday26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186327281155229394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              My HUNTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R_mI1xIsxpI/AAAAAAAAALY/Nj8790BN9WE/s1600-h/bday22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R_mI1xIsxpI/AAAAAAAAALY/Nj8790BN9WE/s400/bday22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186326903198107282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        Gabrielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R_mIxhIsxoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qNiECPgwx2E/s1600-h/bday21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R_mIxhIsxoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qNiECPgwx2E/s400/bday21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186326830183663234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Allie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R_mIthIsxnI/AAAAAAAAALI/DrJs-koWJXA/s1600-h/bday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R_mIthIsxnI/AAAAAAAAALI/DrJs-koWJXA/s400/bday2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186326761464186482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   Allie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R_mI8hIsxqI/AAAAAAAAALg/ba_zM5EXb84/s1600-h/bday23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R_mI8hIsxqI/AAAAAAAAALg/ba_zM5EXb84/s400/bday23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186327019162224290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R_mJGhIsxsI/AAAAAAAAALw/EwvTGmcEEI4/s1600-h/bday25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R_mJGhIsxsI/AAAAAAAAALw/EwvTGmcEEI4/s400/bday25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186327190960916162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Gabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R_mJBRIsxrI/AAAAAAAAALo/aVrNidib85k/s1600-h/bday24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R_mJBRIsxrI/AAAAAAAAALo/aVrNidib85k/s400/bday24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186327100766602930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 The girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-3812407918152441687?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/3812407918152441687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=3812407918152441687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/3812407918152441687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/3812407918152441687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2008/04/2nd-birthday-party-pictures-more-will.html' title='2nd Birthday Party Pictures.... More will follow'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R_mJLxIsxtI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SF0MJSO5Peo/s72-c/bday26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-1673021184153776842</id><published>2008-04-05T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T05:47:35.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My babies turned TWO!!!</title><content type='html'>April 3rd was my babies' 2nd birthday.  They are getting so big!  Their birthday party is this Sunday.  After the party, I will post pictures of my little ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-1673021184153776842?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/1673021184153776842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=1673021184153776842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/1673021184153776842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/1673021184153776842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-babies-turned-two.html' title='My babies turned TWO!!!'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-8002094936391814551</id><published>2008-03-24T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:04:04.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabby and Allie Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEIOhxB4dcA"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEIOhxB4dcA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;Okay I have really struggled getting this video on here of the girls dancing at Lauran's party.  Can ya please comment???? I uploaded it to GOOGLE and YOUTUBE and finally figured out, I think (crossing fingers), how to get this on my blog. ENJOY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-8002094936391814551?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/8002094936391814551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=8002094936391814551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/8002094936391814551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/8002094936391814551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2008/03/gabby-and-allie-dance.html' title='Gabby and Allie Dance'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-2229054188273743395</id><published>2008-02-20T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:10:58.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauran's 60th Birthday Party aka Auntie Granny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R7yF-9qKz1I/AAAAAAAAALA/Tx2uf9zkgF8/s1600-h/P2160157_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0oaWH2CTEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/J1ZXkMOp9-o/s400/s42135ca106286_33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136947292334607426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0oaLX2CTDI/AAAAAAAAAII/OUTmshRl_Vk/s1600-h/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0oaLX2CTDI/AAAAAAAAAII/OUTmshRl_Vk/s400/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136947107651013682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0oZ332CTCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/DHnx_nRWfiM/s1600-h/s42135ca106286_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0oZ332CTCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/DHnx_nRWfiM/s400/s42135ca106286_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136946772643564578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-7801283043001623338?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/7801283043001623338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=7801283043001623338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/7801283043001623338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/7801283043001623338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-pictures.html' title='Christmas Pictures'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0oaWH2CTEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/J1ZXkMOp9-o/s72-c/s42135ca106286_33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-7845735091328880704</id><published>2007-11-20T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:11:03.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots to be Thankful For</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0PDMn2CS0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/PVJ3WoOz0SA/s1600-h/11-20-2007-026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0PDMn2CS0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/PVJ3WoOz0SA/s400/11-20-2007-026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135162621753969474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0PCx32CSzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CILnayHb5dw/s1600-h/11-20-2007-025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0PCx32CSzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CILnayHb5dw/s400/11-20-2007-025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135162162192468786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0PCP32CSyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9ZOP66_U8os/s1600-h/11-20-2007-016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0PCP32CSyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9ZOP66_U8os/s400/11-20-2007-016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135161578076916514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0PCFH2CSxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FySlFz5EGms/s1600-h/11-20-2007-010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0PCFH2CSxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FySlFz5EGms/s400/11-20-2007-010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135161393393322770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0PBdX2CSwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UN-dx1HUzHk/s1600-h/11-20-2007-015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0PBdX2CSwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UN-dx1HUzHk/s400/11-20-2007-015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135160710493522690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0PBTX2CSvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CbrPdqSX5pE/s1600-h/11-20-2007-009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0PBTX2CSvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CbrPdqSX5pE/s400/11-20-2007-009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135160538694830834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0PAu32CStI/AAAAAAAAAFk/QYKcTT-Z0ag/s1600-h/11-20-2007-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0PAu32CStI/AAAAAAAAAFk/QYKcTT-Z0ag/s400/11-20-2007-002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135159911629605586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much to be greatful for as Thanksgiving approaches.  My children are so healthy.  Alexandria, Hunter, and Gabby are growing into little people and while we have so much fun to look forward to, it is hard to believe that my babies are growing up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toddler stage is rather difficult.  I want to leave the country most of the time, but somehow I manage to make it through another day. They are into EVERYTHING!!! Whining occurs alot. I am going to get some earmuffs for Christmas, but for now I am enduring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all say momma, dadda, nana, baba, ice or eyes (not sure which), duck, God, ball, uh oh, ca-ca, and cup.  They are learning more words every day. AND we are in the Barney (I love you. You love me. We're a happy family) phase.  The girls' hair is FINALLY growing but it is slow!! I can put their hair up in piggie tails. Hunter had his first hair cut a couple of months ago.  I miss his long hair, but he is still a cutie pie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are such adorable kids, I have to pinch myself. Gabby is a mama's girl.  Allie is in the "daddy's girl" phase. I hope she grows out of it soon. Hunter is not fickle. He will go to whoever!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it weren't enough that we have these beautiful, healthy, children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am greatful for all of my crazy relatives and in-laws.  My dad is home from Iraq right now, but I haven't been able to see him yet. I have been commanded to quarantine due to being sick with the itises (bronchitis, sinusitis, etc.) He doesn't want his 2 weeks of home to be plagued with illness. Mom and Grandma are always buying the kids stuff but can't handle too much "alone" time with the brats, I mean kids.  They say they are too "old" for this.  Ha Ha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law Lauran spoils the kids too, but the worst spoiler culprit is their Aunt Judy.  I blame her totally for their rotten behaviors because she coddles them and caters to them. However, I have heard but sure haven't seen that she will give them a spanking when they get really bad. I'm sure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My extended family is rare to be seen, but I love them all and am greatful to have them. One of these days I will get to Tampa to see some of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post a picture on here soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-7845735091328880704?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/7845735091328880704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=7845735091328880704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/7845735091328880704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/7845735091328880704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2007/11/lots-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='Lots to be Thankful For'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/R0PDMn2CS0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/PVJ3WoOz0SA/s72-c/11-20-2007-026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-7133390147014998334</id><published>2007-10-12T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T04:14:26.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dentist From Hell</title><content type='html'>I have been going to the dentist since I was 2 years old, according to my mother.  I can only recall the last 7 years that I have been going to Dr. Oxer in Lake Placid as a positive experience.  That man and his staff are so wonderful.  Well, then why would I go to any other dentist? A little thing called insurance (courtesy of my husband's employers).  The only place in town that we can go with this lovely insurance plan is the mall dentist. It took me 6 months to get into this dentist as they are fully booked.  When I did get in there, I was pleased to find out that the only thing I would have to pay out of pocket is $31.00 for flouride.  Wow!!! I am used to paying everything out of pocket and then waiting for reimbursement at a rate of 50 to 80 percent. That was great news to me.  They scheduled me for my fillings and I made my appointment, which is quite unfortunate. I should of found something better to do, because this was the worst experience I have had with dental health.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of torture, the dentist greeted me herself.  She brought me back to the dental chair and was pleasant enough as she proceeded to put the lovely topical numbing gel on my gums.  I told her that although I wasn't afraid of dentists, I had managed to go 36 years without seeing the shot and asked her if she could just let me know when she was going to bring the shot out so I could close my eyes.  Well, she didn't oblige my request.  She just brings the gigantic shot right out without saying a word.  I should of known at this point there was going to be trouble. But, I let her give me a dozen shots in the mouth without any problem.  Then, I sat back and waited for her to return and start drilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back with the dental assistant (who is a lovely person and will soon be my niece in all actuality) and she proceeded to start to drill on a front facial tooth.  I felt it. Boy did I feel it. A tingle went up the side of my face and immediately I jerked. Well she didn't like the fact that I jerked. She told me to "Be still. You can't move."  She started drilling again. I jerked again. I think this is a natural response when you have a nerve being hit.  Well, she didn't agree. She got very angry and stood up and said she couldn't work on me because I was "too nervous."  I immediately tried to appeal to her by telling her "I am NOT nervous. It hurt."  She grabbed the novacaine and injected me some more.  She left the room for a minute to calm down or whatever. I then asked of the dental assistant, "can I have another dentist?" "She's all we have" was the response. Oh great!  She came back to the room, tense and unhappy and went to another tooth.  She drilled away without any problem from me. Then, she returned to the prior tooth and started to work. I jerked again. It hurt. She then became very very unhappy and started to chatter away in some tirade about how this "doesn't hurt" me.  I would of gladly changed places with her. The dental assistant offered up some advice about possibilities of where to inject me to numb me better, which wasn't recieved too well. "I KNOW WHAT I AM DOING!" she grouchily retorted.  Well you could of fooled me I silently thought from the chair. I wasn't about to say this aloud with the angry dentist working on my tooth. I sat there and cried as she drilled on the tooth. I held back and just tolerated the pulsating shooting pains as she drilled this "superficial" cavity.  When she was done, she hastily stormed out of the room.  I sat there in shock. I hadn't ever been treated this way.  The staff was apologetic and sweet.  They were going to "talk to her" in regards to the treatment I had recieved.  The outcome: still waiting for a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The numbness wears off and my tooth in the front is fine, but oh my, I have pain in the back tooth she had filled. I didn't go in with a toothache, but I have one now.  I contacted the big conglomerate that this mall dentist belongs to and they thanked me for my candor as I complained about her. I was told that a regional manager would be in touch with me to let me know my options (as in... where can I go to get this toothache handled?) It has been 2 days so far. I wonder how many motrin and advil I will have consumed by the time anyone has the courtesy to return my call. I should probably just shell out the money to go to Dr. Oxer, but it isn't just the expense. I would have to explain my "cheating" on him by seeing a different dentist. Who said the best things in life are FREE?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-7133390147014998334?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/7133390147014998334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=7133390147014998334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/7133390147014998334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/7133390147014998334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2007/10/dentist-from-hell.html' title='The Dentist From Hell'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-4396993213035824642</id><published>2007-08-10T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T17:43:40.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am starting a new private practice!!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited! I am starting a new private practice.  This is my dream and I can't believe I have found an affordable place to hang my little counseling sign.  Any suggestions out there for names of my business or should I just use my name?  Please give me some ideas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I am not nervous, apprehensive, butterflies instomach, and somewhat overwhelmed by the hurdles I have to jump to get it going.  Me, in business for myself??? But, YAY!! I am finally doing it. I will do everything I can to make it successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it's going to be on the circle in Sebring!! Send people my way :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-4396993213035824642?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/4396993213035824642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=4396993213035824642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/4396993213035824642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/4396993213035824642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-starting-new-private-practice.html' title='I am starting a new private practice!!'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-350562098117662819</id><published>2007-08-08T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:49:37.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock You slide show</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border-collapse:collapse;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=72007262&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:0px;background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot.gif?w=SS&amp;d=13C0B&amp;c=1&amp;id=72007262&amp;=.gif"&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=72007262"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="right"&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:0px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=72007262&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_create.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:0px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=72007262"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_view.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:0px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-viewplaylist.php?instanceid=72007262"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_playlist.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-350562098117662819?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/350562098117662819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=350562098117662819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/350562098117662819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/350562098117662819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2007/08/rock-you-slide-show.html' title='Rock You slide show'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-13937513733007370</id><published>2007-08-08T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:11:06.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jello to Stuffed Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrqyvRj_VhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zhTIsP72prA/s1600-h/Picture+336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrqyvRj_VhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zhTIsP72prA/s320/Picture+336.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096582453561087506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie aka Lexie aka Alexandria (dang we should decide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Rrqymhj_VgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KXtkUYrbxMc/s1600-h/Picture+335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Rrqymhj_VgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KXtkUYrbxMc/s320/Picture+335.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096582303237232130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrqxFxj_VaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lFodgxZIWsg/s1600-h/Picture+337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrqxFxj_VaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lFodgxZIWsg/s320/Picture+337.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096580641084888482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;strong&gt;N THE PLAYROOM, DADDY GETS THEM TO POSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrqxYxj_VbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5WOh0VbfNwI/s1600-h/Picture+330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrqxYxj_VbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5WOh0VbfNwI/s320/Picture+330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096580967502402994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Rrqxmxj_VcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XIj9C0L0HZg/s1600-h/Picture+331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Rrqxmxj_VcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XIj9C0L0HZg/s320/Picture+331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096581208020571586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Rrqx3Bj_VdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nLZhEsSSR9g/s1600-h/Picture+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Rrqx3Bj_VdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nLZhEsSSR9g/s320/Picture+332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096581487193445842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Rrq1Uxj_ViI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K3y-vRTzai8/s1600-h/Picture+333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/Rrq1Uxj_ViI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K3y-vRTzai8/s400/Picture+333.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096585296829437474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that will make a model jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrqyWxj_VfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Nz91Un10q5I/s1600-h/Picture+334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrqyWxj_VfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Nz91Un10q5I/s320/Picture+334.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096582032654292466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-13937513733007370?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/13937513733007370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=13937513733007370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/13937513733007370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/13937513733007370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2007/08/from-jello-to-stuffed-animals.html' title='From Jello to Stuffed Animals'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrqyvRj_VhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zhTIsP72prA/s72-c/Picture+336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-888646445754968770</id><published>2007-08-06T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:11:08.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Girls</title><content type='html'>The girls have been walking since the end of April at 12 months of age, which is darn good since they are preemies.  They are into EVERYTHING.  The love to open drawers and pull everything out, pull all the video tapes out of their cabinet and put them all over the floor, empty out all their socks, find the pots and pans and pull them out to bang, and run around outside.  It sure is a challenge. I have been told that the walk like Paris Hilton. I am sure they will grow out of it, even if she didn't.  They are beginning to say more words. Gabby says baby, hi, and ice.  Alexandria says okay.  They love to mimic sounds and gestures.  They wave bye bye, shake their heads no, give kisses aka "wahs", and climb!  I guess they are not babies anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrdPxRj_VZI/AAAAAAAAADs/frn4nANUTMA/s1600-h/100_1124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrdPxRj_VZI/AAAAAAAAADs/frn4nANUTMA/s320/100_1124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095629211339543954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrdPoxj_VYI/AAAAAAAAADk/D3kkkGhIPzE/s1600-h/100_1121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrdPoxj_VYI/AAAAAAAAADk/D3kkkGhIPzE/s320/100_1121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095629065310655874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrdPfxj_VXI/AAAAAAAAADc/uKH2aSpI-Wk/s1600-h/100_1115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrdPfxj_VXI/AAAAAAAAADc/uKH2aSpI-Wk/s320/100_1115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095628910691833202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrdPVBj_VWI/AAAAAAAAADU/BJHajzE-2E0/s1600-h/100_1114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrdPVBj_VWI/AAAAAAAAADU/BJHajzE-2E0/s320/100_1114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095628726008239458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-888646445754968770?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/888646445754968770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=888646445754968770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/888646445754968770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/888646445754968770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-girls.html' title='Our Girls'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrdPxRj_VZI/AAAAAAAAADs/frn4nANUTMA/s72-c/100_1124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-3715815883468298486</id><published>2007-08-01T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:11:11.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter's Pageant in My hometown!</title><content type='html'>At the end of last year, Hunter won Mr. Oktoberfest and got his entry free to the state finals in Augusta Georgia.  Besides a nice $500.00 gift certificate to the mall and other prizes, I thought it was great to take a trip to my "home."  Although I was born in Texas, we didn't live there very long. Augusta is where I spent all of my elementary and the beginning of middle school; I really wanted to see it again.  Of course, I thought it was great that Hunter could win scholarships too. So... Auntie Granny Lauran, Judy, Daddy, the three babies, and I loaded up and took an 8+ hour drive to Augusta at the end of May for the "State Finals" of New Star Discovery.  The trip was hallacious with three little ones, but they did well considering!  We stayed at the Mariott in Augusta which is (to date) the nicest hotel I have stayed at.  That part was wonderful.  We got settled in the first night, preparing for the next day's competition.  They had so many categories, which meant different outfits, accessories, etc.  From 8am till 3 or 4 pm, we were parading back and forth from the hotel room to the pageant area, after changing into the next new outfit from: playwear, swimwear, angel face, sweetest smile (where your child is supposed to smile on command) to state costume, parent/child, formalwear, product, etc. etc. etc.  There was no real nap with the longest break being an hour ( a bad plan for babies) and Hunter was fit to be tied.  He cried and cried everytime he got on stage.  The judges stopped even paying attention when he would come onto the stage.  He got better in the afternoon, but it was too late.  He may have been one of the most adorable babies there, but nobody could tell with his face all scrunched up.  I didn't get many pics or much video because I was too busy trying to stand near the stage doing everything from jumping up and down to making funny faces to get him to smile (after taking cues from other parents and some displeased judges).  I knew 15 min into the "competition" that he had no chance of winning.... again... not because he wasn't adorable, but because he wasn't going to cooperate after an 8 hour trip and sleeping in a strange bed (pack and play) in a strange place and then getting on a stage with 100s of people staring at him.  Okay, live and learn.  While he was on stage "not" doing his thing, the girls were quite happy running around and smiling. My husband said that we should of entered the girls because at least if one was having a bad moment, she could have a body double. Ha Ha.  I learned just enough to not want to ever do it again, unless the kids probe ME to do it.  But, it was still a nice trip and Hunter surprisingly finished 3rd runner up overall for his age and several 1st place trophies were recieved for different categories.  We went to my old neighborhood, saw my childhood home, and had some great food. I fell in love with the area. I don't recall being in love with it growing up.  I guess I had to grow up to appreciate it.  The trees abundant and green, the huge lakes, the beautiful streams and the river front area abundant with flowers and greenery, lush green grass, hilly roads, fresh air..... I wish I lived there.  I asked my husband if we could move there, but sadly he said no.  I'd have to relocate several family members there and most aren't willing to go.  Sigh.  Oh well. Here are a few pics from the trip.  Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrFAbxj_VVI/AAAAAAAAADM/PcCZ1AtEtE4/s1600-h/100_1046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrFAbxj_VVI/AAAAAAAAADM/PcCZ1AtEtE4/s320/100_1046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093923499437675858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                         Hunter in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrFASBj_VUI/AAAAAAAAADE/RRawFbyGCeg/s1600-h/100_1042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrFASBj_VUI/AAAAAAAAADE/RRawFbyGCeg/s320/100_1042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093923331933951298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Hunter(L)Gabby(C), Alexandria (R)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrFAFxj_VTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GPycEXdsoZk/s1600-h/100_1041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrFAFxj_VTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GPycEXdsoZk/s320/100_1041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093923121480553778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trio Again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE_9hj_VSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yLLnHwyvzEE/s1600-h/100_1039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE_9hj_VSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yLLnHwyvzEE/s320/100_1039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093922979746632994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful woods of Georgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE_xhj_VRI/AAAAAAAAACs/PKRdduVd4fU/s1600-h/100_1038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE_xhj_VRI/AAAAAAAAACs/PKRdduVd4fU/s320/100_1038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093922773588202770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighborhood of my old childhood home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE_mRj_VQI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y-xrw5anu98/s1600-h/100_1037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE_mRj_VQI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y-xrw5anu98/s320/100_1037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093922580314674434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of the neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE_cxj_VPI/AAAAAAAAACc/O-tV1RH56CI/s1600-h/100_1036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE_cxj_VPI/AAAAAAAAACc/O-tV1RH56CI/s320/100_1036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093922417105917170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighborhood and our new Jeep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE_Vhj_VOI/AAAAAAAAACU/vCoa1VpecfU/s1600-h/100_1030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE_Vhj_VOI/AAAAAAAAACU/vCoa1VpecfU/s320/100_1030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093922292551865570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old home in Augusta. Brings back good memories!! Started kindergarten there and I still remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE_Jhj_VNI/AAAAAAAAACM/YwbtQadWEQs/s1600-h/100_1028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE_Jhj_VNI/AAAAAAAAACM/YwbtQadWEQs/s320/100_1028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093922086393435346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandria getting dressed up in Hunter's State costume with Auntie Granny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE_DBj_VMI/AAAAAAAAACE/PtL4cPns6gs/s1600-h/100_1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE_DBj_VMI/AAAAAAAAACE/PtL4cPns6gs/s320/100_1027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093921974724285634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandria aka Mickey again with Auntie Granny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE-ihj_VKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zxT3ul0rTSQ/s1600-h/100_1026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE-ihj_VKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zxT3ul0rTSQ/s320/100_1026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093921416378537122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter throws a fit!! One of many to come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE-axj_VJI/AAAAAAAAABs/IJNBvS7ztVo/s1600-h/100_1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE-axj_VJI/AAAAAAAAABs/IJNBvS7ztVo/s320/100_1025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093921283234550930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pajama Contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE-RBj_VII/AAAAAAAAABk/1d8QeHHtYPg/s1600-h/100_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE-RBj_VII/AAAAAAAAABk/1d8QeHHtYPg/s320/100_1024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093921115730826370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ Contest Again. One of the good moments!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE-ERj_VHI/AAAAAAAAABc/dgcn4GIpycc/s1600-h/100_1023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE-ERj_VHI/AAAAAAAAABc/dgcn4GIpycc/s320/100_1023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093920896687494258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Little Cowboy in Western Wear portion of contest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE96hj_VGI/AAAAAAAAABU/RRNJFPqUD08/s1600-h/100_1022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrE96hj_VGI/AAAAAAAAABU/RRNJFPqUD08/s320/100_1022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093920729183769698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!! Another one he made it through without screaming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-3715815883468298486?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/3715815883468298486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=3715815883468298486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/3715815883468298486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/3715815883468298486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2007/08/hunters-pageant-in-my-hometown.html' title='Hunter&apos;s Pageant in My hometown!'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RrFAbxj_VVI/AAAAAAAAADM/PcCZ1AtEtE4/s72-c/100_1046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-3799523337242706048</id><published>2007-07-20T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:11:13.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I posted or put any pictures up. I will try to be more consistent. Here are a few recent ones. I am not in them.  They were taken by Judy at their Auntie Granny's house on a couple of occasions.  They are having fun watching volleyball... giving beer to the guys playing volleyball, eating french fries, and playin on a water slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFY2xj_VFI/AAAAAAAAABM/H41LbpD8wnw/s1600-h/july072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFY2xj_VFI/AAAAAAAAABM/H41LbpD8wnw/s320/july072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089446751945839698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFYuRj_VEI/AAAAAAAAABE/w6YNQJuvggA/s1600-h/july071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFYuRj_VEI/AAAAAAAAABE/w6YNQJuvggA/s320/july071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089446605916951618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFYkhj_VDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AZoCfb72PXI/s1600-h/july074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFYkhj_VDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AZoCfb72PXI/s320/july074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089446438413227058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFYdxj_VCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hwd6TbQzU8c/s1600-h/july073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFYdxj_VCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hwd6TbQzU8c/s320/july073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089446322449110050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFYWxj_VBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wC8uPaY4hgk/s1600-h/july071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFYWxj_VBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wC8uPaY4hgk/s320/july071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089446202190025746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFYMxj_VAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oT2UUPgR7S0/s1600-h/july11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFYMxj_VAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oT2UUPgR7S0/s320/july11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089446030391333890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFYCBj_U_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wcdt-E8Nods/s1600-h/july3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFYCBj_U_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wcdt-E8Nods/s320/july3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089445845707740146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFXyhj_U-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/WfM1VjCkld8/s1600-h/july2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFXyhj_U-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/WfM1VjCkld8/s320/july2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089445579419767778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFXnhj_U9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OUJaggwthHQ/s1600-h/july1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFXnhj_U9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OUJaggwthHQ/s320/july1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089445390441206738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-3799523337242706048?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/3799523337242706048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=3799523337242706048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/3799523337242706048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/3799523337242706048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2007/07/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/RqFY2xj_VFI/AAAAAAAAABM/H41LbpD8wnw/s72-c/july072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-117611341323900192</id><published>2007-04-09T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T03:10:13.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party Pictures</title><content type='html'>The birthday party was held on 4/1 Sunday (Palm Sunday and yes, April Fools' Day) although their real birthday was April 3rd.  Here are some of the pictures I have gotten so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/915443/birthday10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/birthday10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter, Just a Swinging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/873040/birthday9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/225020/birthday9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/638735/birthday8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/622112/birthday8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls on their new swingset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/988526/birthday12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/405689/birthday12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/668477/birthday11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/943692/birthday11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Party goers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/434254/birthday17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/42972/birthday17.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/499824/birthday14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/241521/birthday14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby with her Godmother, Nicola&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/20874/birthday13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/908270/birthday13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Auntie Granny with her godkids Hunter and Lexi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/199261/birthday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/608308/birthday5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Amanda and Uncle Ant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/421361/birthday24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/810966/birthday24.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAKE CAKE AND MORE CAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/540360/birthday23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/613874/birthday23.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/671676/birthday22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/860255/birthday22.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/750327/birthday21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/64463/birthday21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/44062/birthday20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/453752/birthday20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/825025/birthday19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/553760/birthday19.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/807633/birthday18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/28423/birthday18.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/687808/birthday25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/316614/birthday25.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Releasing Balloons for our Preston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-117611341323900192?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/117611341323900192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=117611341323900192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/117611341323900192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/117611341323900192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday-party-pictures.html' title='Birthday Party Pictures'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-117520414745897544</id><published>2007-03-29T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T15:35:47.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandria.. Then and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/573902/4-11-2006-031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/945457/4-11-2006-031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Allikins in the NICU... My how small :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/527468/100_0526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/924189/100_0526.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Playing on her playmat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/594063/100_0871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/812916/100_0871.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to walk!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-117520414745897544?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/117520414745897544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=117520414745897544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/117520414745897544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/117520414745897544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2007/03/alexandria-then-and-now.html' title='Alexandria.. Then and Now'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-117513975487984347</id><published>2007-03-28T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T15:22:40.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabrielle... Then and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/510006/Photo026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/91226/Photo026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle learning to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/370053/100_0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/217386/100_0548.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle is starting to eat cereal here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/487693/100_0879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/185157/100_0879.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby playing; isn't she cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-117513975487984347?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/117513975487984347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=117513975487984347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/117513975487984347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/117513975487984347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2007/03/gabrielle-then-and-now_28.html' title='Gabrielle... Then and Now'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-117513820854079465</id><published>2007-03-28T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:16:48.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter Then and Hunter Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/230346/4-11-2006-118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/708371/4-11-2006-118.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter in the NICU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/498728/hunter%20n%20me%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/867415/hunter%20n%20me%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter when he came home from hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/727346/smileyboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/612099/smileyboy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-117513820854079465?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/117513820854079465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=117513820854079465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/117513820854079465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/117513820854079465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2007/03/hunter-then-and-hunter-now.html' title='Hunter Then and Hunter Now'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-117513592555439620</id><published>2007-03-28T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:38:45.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>We are having their first birthday party on April 1st 2pm at our home although their birthday is actually April 3rd. No I wouldn't let my babies be born on "April Fools Day" so people could say that we were the "fools" who had quads on April Fools.  We are having a baby einstein theme as that is what the kids are into out of all that is out there right now. I can't wait till they can appreciate Winnie the Pooh (my favorite).  Anyways... we are having it catered (courtesy of my parents), having a tent put up outside because my home is not big enough to support the inivitation list, planning games for the younger kids (and maybe a couple for the adults), and having a slideshow. It is pretty ambitious of me to try to complete a slideshow before Sunday.  We will see if it happens.  Well, here is kind of a preview of that slide show... I will have the following posts entitled:&lt;br /&gt;Hunter Then and Now&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle Then and Now &amp;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandria, Then and Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If by chance I should of invited you and forgot to invite, please let me know. I am a disaster at organization lately and have been racking my brain asking "Who didn't I invite that I should have."  Nothing there anymore after 1 year with the babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-117513592555439620?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/117513592555439620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=117513592555439620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/117513592555439620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/117513592555439620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-first-birthday-party.html' title='Our First Birthday Party'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-116923302915457233</id><published>2007-01-19T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T10:57:09.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter wins a pageant</title><content type='html'>I don't have the pics yet, but I will post them here when I can.  Hunter won a baby pageant and got a $500.00 mall gift certificate, entry to state finals (actually 4 states' finals), and a sitting with a professional commercial photography in Illinois (guess he won't be taking advantage of that prize).  He was so cute. The girls didn't enter.  Allie had bruises on her head where she had fallen and quite frankly it's too expensive and too hard to manage walking 3 across the stage!! Comments have not come in a while. Is anyone out there????????? HELLO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-116923302915457233?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/116923302915457233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=116923302915457233' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116923302915457233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116923302915457233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2007/01/hunter-wins-pageant.html' title='Hunter wins a pageant'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-116845359201702948</id><published>2007-01-10T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:26:32.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/650463/grammanhunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/400/897215/grammanhunter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great grandma calls Hunter an "old soul" and gravitates toward him.  The two will sit for hours together; Hunter loves his great grandma.  He doesn't get along quite as well with is grandma. She says they "clash."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-116845359201702948?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/116845359201702948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=116845359201702948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116845359201702948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116845359201702948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2007/01/great-grandma.html' title='Great Grandma'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-116836985195353383</id><published>2007-01-09T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:42:17.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/103316/xmas%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/400/270536/xmas%20pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/596249/xmas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/400/584555/xmas4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/610276/xmas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/400/555480/xmas3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-116836985195353383?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/116836985195353383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=116836985195353383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116836985195353383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116836985195353383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas-pics.html' title='Christmas Pics'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-116836989024772355</id><published>2007-01-09T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:22:59.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Gramma and Grandpa's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/407159/dadnkids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/308255/dadnkids2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/693047/dadnkids3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/400/377768/dadnkids3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/1600/70250/dadnkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3031/2202/320/243657/dadnkids.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grampa came home from Iraq for 30 days and got to spend a little time with the babies. Sadly, he is already on his way back. Here are a few memories we saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-116836989024772355?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/116836989024772355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=116836989024772355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116836989024772355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116836989024772355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2007/01/at-gramma-and-grandpas-house.html' title='At Gramma and Grandpa&apos;s House'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-116405665975154512</id><published>2006-11-20T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T13:04:19.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolphin FANZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/dolphinsfanslauran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/dolphinsfanslauran.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/dolphinfans3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/dolphinfans3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/dolphinfans1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/dolphinfans1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the babies Bucanneer outfits for football season, but when I took them over to Anthony's family's house (BIG DOLPHIN FANS), they threatened to burn the outfits.  Suddenly, each had their own dolphin outfit.  Here is Gabby and Hunter with their cousin Lauran (top) and their dad (bottom)at their Auntie Granny Lauran's house after they hijacked my kids bucs outfits and replaced them with their team's outfits.  It's tradition that they spend Sundays at their house watching football.  Mommy finds a way to escape during that time as she dreads football PERIOD. Alexandria is at the bottom with Hunter and daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-116405665975154512?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/116405665975154512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=116405665975154512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116405665975154512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116405665975154512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/11/dolphin-fanz.html' title='Dolphin FANZ'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-116405612432269458</id><published>2006-11-20T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T12:55:24.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairies and Pixie Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/alliefairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/alliefairy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/gabbyfairie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/gabbyfairie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/hunterfairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/hunterfairy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun, Lauran and Judy dressed the babies up as fairies and took pics.  Alexandria is at the top, Gabrielle in the middle, and Hunter at bottom.  I think these are some of the best pics I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-116405612432269458?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/116405612432269458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=116405612432269458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116405612432269458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116405612432269458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/11/fairies-and-pixie-dust.html' title='Fairies and Pixie Dust'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-116250093469795683</id><published>2006-11-02T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T12:49:31.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick Or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/twinsoweenie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/twinsoweenie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/huntereyeoreanddesi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/huntereyeoreanddesi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/halloweentrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/halloweentrio.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP:  Alexandria and Gabby (Bunnies)&lt;br /&gt;MIDDLE:  Hunter (Eyeore&lt;br /&gt;Bottom: Gabrielle,Hunter, and Alexandria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babies' first Halloween.  I wanted it to be special.  I had to convince my mother to purchase halloween costumes for them and after much disagreement, she finally gave in and purchased them costumes.  She didn't think there was any point dressing them up to get candy they cannot enjoy yet.  I fail to look at the practicality of that belief.  But, alas... Alexandria and Gabrielle were bunnies and Hunter was the cutest little Eyeore I have ever seen.  We took them out for about an hour and a half on Saturday (the day they celebrate trick or treating here in this community) with Lauran, Judy, and several others.  Sunday they had trick or treating at the mall and we went there for an hour to collect the goodies.  Thru this experience, I have learned a valuable lesson.  Having 3 babies (and one angel) means MORE candy for MOMMA AND PAPA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-116250093469795683?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/116250093469795683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=116250093469795683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116250093469795683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116250093469795683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick Or Treat'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-116249924588842583</id><published>2006-11-02T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T12:41:39.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty is In the Eye of the Beholder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/joecool3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/joecool3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/joecool2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/joecool2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/joecool1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/joecool1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep hearing about these baby beauty contests they seem to have every week at the mall.  Usually, I hear about it after the fact and I think to myself, my babies would win hands down.  So, one weekend not to long ago, I had nothing to do. I had driven by the mall on the way to an event and seen the marquis which said "Little Mr. Octoberfest this Saturday at 12 pm."  So I thought to myself, why not enter Hunter?  Well, I found the number to the beauty pageant people and made the call (going to significant trouble to find out about the event) and I learned that it was for girls and boys and cost $45.00 to $100.00 per child (depending on what you sign them up for as they have all these add ons).  So, I decided I couldn't leave one or two of them out.  All 3 had to be in it or none.  Finances were bad, so I called my mom up and got my mom and grandma to contribute the minimum entry fee for the babies.  I got them all dressed up, fed, changed, into their car seats, into the car and I was met at the mall by my husband and his niece who assisted me in showcasing the children.  I was amazed at the pageantry dresses, headgear, and pageant moms who coaxed their children into cute poses, stances, hip rolling, etc as they paraded next to them while the children walked on stage.  I looked at my little babies, dressed in nothing but simple clothing and thought... "They are the most beautiful babies here."  We were at the mall by 11:30 and signed up for the pageant by 12:30.  The pageant started after 1PM, close to their next feeding time.  They are usually in their best moods 20 min or so after they are fed.  So, we started feeding them right before the pageant, but by the time they had to take their "walk" across the stage at the mall, they were still quite hungry and ready for a nap.  Alexandria and Gabby were not exactly smiling and laughing, but they managed to make it through it without a cry.  Hunter went up with his dad and only had one other baby as competition.  The results?  Hunter won for most beautiful baby "prince" while his competition won every other category (all the extra contests we didn't pay for - most beautiful eyes, best costume, best smile, most photogenic, etc.).  Gabrielle and Alexandria had 5 other babies for competition and went away with 3rd runner up.  I felt HORRIBLE.  I didn't see how they could be 3rd runners up!!!  I wanted a recount!!  The competitive side of me came out and it wasn't the best side of me as I recapped how beautiful my children were in comparison to the other babies.  I questioned if I was crazy for thinking they were so beautiful.  My mom tried to console me by telling me that Gabrielle and Alexandria were not hurt a bit - it was just my ego.  Oh well, I guess beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  I don't think I will do the pageant thing again soon.  At least they all have a nice trophy and I have a memory to share with them when they get older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-116249924588842583?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/116249924588842583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=116249924588842583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116249924588842583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116249924588842583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/11/beauty-is-in-eye-of-beholder.html' title='Beauty is In the Eye of the Beholder'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-116017387310530576</id><published>2006-10-06T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T15:31:13.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tigger and Piglet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/tiggerpig2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/tiggerpig2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/tiggerpig3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/tiggerpig3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/tiggerpig1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/tiggerpig1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few cute pics of Gabrielle (Piglet) and Hunter (Tigger).  These were taken when they were about 4 1/2 months old, but I had to share anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-116017387310530576?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/116017387310530576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=116017387310530576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116017387310530576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116017387310530576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/10/tigger-and-piglet.html' title='Tigger and Piglet'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-116007374040205345</id><published>2006-10-05T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T15:24:03.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months old!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/100_3628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/100_3628.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/101_1503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/101_1503.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/100_3621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/100_3621.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter at top with cute t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle and Alexandria on Aunt Judy's lap&lt;br /&gt;Girls in crib holding hands :) cute huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 3rd, 2006 marked 6 months of life for my 3 little beauties, however they are 4 months old (adjusted for prematurity).  On Oct 4, 2006, they had their doctor's appointment/check-up and received all these lovely shots.  They were very upset for the rest of the evening.  Gabrielle just couldn't be consoled.  I had all 3 of them crying at once, as I tried everything to satisfy them including: singing, reading to them, giving them baby tylenol, feeding them, playing with them, talking to them, cuddling with them, etc.  Despite all my efforts, they didn't calm down.  We loaded them up and took them for a drive to grandma's for a nice little break from the whining.  She was met with smiling happy babies who fell right to sleep after she bathed them.  She thought I was crazy when I said they wouldn't stop crying for me.  It must of had something to do with the ride in the car and the bath (despite grandma's belief that she's the apple of their eyes and can magically make them happy at any time).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, this doctor's appointment, mom got to be exempt from due to other obligations.  Their aunts took them to the doctor and had to deal with the long wait, the screaming, the feeding and changing, and oh yes, did I say the long wait??  Ha ha!! Got out of that one.  I hate to see my kids get their shots, especially the RSV shot.  They cry for at least 20 minutes.  It is horrible.  That shot really hurts.  But, there were plenty of arms to hold them and love them with me not there.  The doctor was very impressed with their development.  They are certainly on a 6 month level, though they don't sit on their own yet like they should.  They do play with toys, move toys from one hand to another, talk, laugh out loud, lift their arms up when they want held, roll from side to side and front to tummy, etc.  Hunter is now 16 lb.  Alexandria is 13lb 13 oz and Gabrielle is 12 lb 13 oz.  They are eating meals (cereal, fruit, and veggies) 2 times a day.  The doctor wants to move it up to 3 times per day and we will be adding 4 oz of juice in a sippy cup.  I have no clue how they can do that yet!!  Should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-116007374040205345?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/116007374040205345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=116007374040205345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116007374040205345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/116007374040205345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/10/6-months-old.html' title='6 months old!!'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-115766831391589859</id><published>2006-09-07T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T15:31:53.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite passtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/winniethepooh3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/winniethepooh3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/winnie%20the%20pooh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/winnie%20the%20pooh2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/winnie%20the%20pooh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/winnie%20the%20pooh1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top:  Gabrielle, Alexandria and Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle and Bottom:  Alexandria, Hunter, and Gabrielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite passtime is taking pictures of the most beautiful babies I have ever seen.  Sure, okay, I am biased, but they really are beautiful.  Oh, and they are very sweet babies too.  I can't imagine having 3 difficult babies.  They are all very easy going for the most part.  They are now officially 5 months old (9/3/06).  Hunter has gotten so big - he is over 15 pounds.  Gabrielle is over 11 pounds and my sweet Alexandria is over 13 pounds.  I have a slipped disc in my back which I am going to a chiropractor for.  I receive temporary relief but nothing lasting YET.  Lifting these big babies is a killer.  Anyways, enjoy the pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-115766831391589859?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/115766831391589859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=115766831391589859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/115766831391589859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/115766831391589859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-favorite-passtime.html' title='My favorite passtime'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-115737222486748977</id><published>2006-09-04T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T05:17:04.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POOL TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/pooltime3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/pooltime3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/pooltime2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/pooltime2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/pooltime1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/pooltime1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top:  Alexandria and Hunter make eye contact for the first time it seems&lt;br /&gt;middle:  Hunter, Gabrielle, Alexandria with cousin Lauran&lt;br /&gt;bottom: Gabrielle and Alexandria &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said it was okay to take the babies in the pool as long as they didn't get their heads wet.  Their "auntie granny" bought them swimsuits and we attempted to use the pool, but it was way too cold.  We put them in the jacuzzi with us (yes it was safe as the jets weren't on and the jacuzzi had lukewarm water).  They loved it!!  Placid, peaceful, and boy they slept well that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-115737222486748977?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/115737222486748977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=115737222486748977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/115737222486748977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/115737222486748977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/09/pool-time.html' title='POOL TIME'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-115720979002879902</id><published>2006-09-02T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T08:10:01.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE PICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/lexiplays%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/lexiplays%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/girlsplaytime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/girlsplaytime.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/hunterflirt.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/hunterflirt.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi is up at the top playing by herself  Gabrielle on Right and Lexi on Left playing together on their playmat in middle and Hunter posing for the camera with his infectious smile on bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they adorable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-115720979002879902?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/115720979002879902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=115720979002879902' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/115720979002879902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/115720979002879902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-pics.html' title='MORE PICS'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-115619593892715129</id><published>2006-08-21T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T08:34:30.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/hunter%20pose.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/hunter%20pose.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been awhile since I have made any posts. I have had a difficult time dealing with the loss of my child and when it occurred, had no desire to ever write in this journal again.  Time has passed.  I still have grief, but I have to go on.  I am reminded by several people that I still have three other children and they would like updated on them and pictures shared, so I will continue to make posts for that reason from time to time. It is very busy.  There is so much to do to take care of the babies, there is little time for correspondence or journal writing.  I see that my uncle Jon has posted some of the pictures of the babies that I sent to him.  In trying to post pics here, I encountered some difficulties putting on more than one.  So, here is one of the lastest pics of Hunter. (the only one I was able to get on this post for some reason).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has almost been 5 months - 9/3 is 5 months.  Alexandria, Hunter, and Gabrielle have grown so much.  Hunter weighed 13 lb, Gabrielle 11, and Alexandria 12, 1 month ago.  I am sure they have gained much since then.  Gabrielle was the first to roll over.  She rolled at a little before three months but didnt do it consistently until 4 months.  Alexandria rolled at around 4 months and has been doing it consistently.  Hunter hasn't rolled yet.  He is just a chub. But, he is very verbal and squeals with delight and has mastered cereal eating better than the girls.  Gabrielle is certainly the first to do most everything. She is very social as is Alexandria. Alexandria is just more laid back and rarely cries.  She is my little happy baby.  Hunter has an infectious smile and flirts a lot.  He is so precious.  Gabby is certainly the leader, as mentioned.  She also is very verbal - I sure named her the right name.  They are so precious and I am so fortunate to have them.  Please keep them in your prayers.  I want to see them grow old.  Thanks to everyone for support and prayers.  We certainly have appreciated everyone's kind word, gestures, and offers of support. We can't thank everyone enough. - Elisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-115619593892715129?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/115619593892715129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=115619593892715129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/115619593892715129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/115619593892715129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/08/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114934766220595874</id><published>2006-06-03T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T08:14:22.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Words</title><content type='html'>Letter to Preston,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest son, you have touched my heart in a way I never thought possible... looking into your eyes was like no other experience I've had.  I hope you will know how loved you are by me.  I haven't been on the blog before this day because your mom does it so well.  Here I am now to thank everyone that has participated in your short, but miraculous life.  Those trips to see you in Orlando were exhausting and exhilirating all at the same time.  It was so rewarding having you touch us for the time we had you.  So many people were so in love with you and helped me and your mom, to all those dear folks we say thanks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people thought we were crazy for having all that we had on our plate and to us it was a blessing like no one could have known.  May everyone that had a bad thought in their mind now have a revelation in their heart.  This may turn people around in the way they talk and think and it may turn them to a higher power.  This is my hope...that of this tragedy comes some pureness of heart.  People should see the light in the world that you brought to it dear Preston.  So much sadness and negative happens that to have you was the positive light that some people may never have.  My wish is that all could have the joy every day that you brought to us for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace my son, for I will carry on each day and reming people that you touched all our lives.  I will not forget, I will not let anyone forget how precious you are.  Thank you for the sunshine you brought.  Look down on us and pray each day not for those who have good hearts, but for those who need an angel like you to make them better people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114934766220595874?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114934766220595874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114934766220595874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114934766220595874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114934766220595874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/06/dads-words_03.html' title='Dad&apos;s Words'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114934117284521452</id><published>2006-06-03T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T06:57:47.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/twinssleep.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/twinssleep.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/littlegolam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/littlegolam.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/prestongirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/prestongirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES:  &lt;br /&gt;Top: Hunter and Preston (the twin terrors) resting on mom's bosom&lt;br /&gt;Middle:  Preston in his bouncy seat resting&lt;br /&gt;Bottom:  Preston accidentally dressed in girl's clothing by his Aunt Judy.  Elisa planned to do a blog to tell all about how this happened after she had a good laugh about the mishap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been blessed to have Elisa share all of these beautiful, touching moments with us about four tiny angels.  It is with so much unbelievable sadness that I report that our littlest angel, Preston, has gone home to be with God.  We must remember that we were lucky to have him thru the pregnancy and for two beautiful months after.  Sadly on Friday morning as loving mother and father lay with the precious Preston, his life on earth came to an unexpected end.  The determination, at this point is SIDS.  We know that it affects more premature babies than others.  The rescue workers and hospital assured us they did all they could and as any parent would they wonder what they could have done.  In this case, nothing more could have been done.  No parents could have loved a baby more, no one that met this little creature (I affectionately called him Gollum) could have been more enchanted by his perfection.  We will be grateful that we were touched in our lives by this wonderful little man.  To look into his eyes, it was such an honor.  I can't convey how dear he "is" for he will live on in our hearts, minds, thoughts, and prayers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, we must pray, too for Elisa, Anthony, Hunter, Gabrielle, Alexandria, and older siblings Dylan and Savannah.  We must pray for the strength to carry on for all of the others that were close to this dear family.  I hope I have been able to do justice to this very delicate situation.  I rely on the strength of God and his newest angel Preston to put down these words.  This is indeed a daunting task, and I hope that I expressed the families feelings accurately.  It was an honor to meet Preston,  it is a privilege to know the whole family, I am touched to be able to speak for the family at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Much Tenerness,&lt;br /&gt;Loving Aunt Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114934117284521452?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114934117284521452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114934117284521452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114934117284521452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114934117284521452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/06/latest-news.html' title='Latest News'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114807555367229170</id><published>2006-05-19T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T14:52:33.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Held &amp; Stimulation for Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/momandlexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/momandlexy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/sarah.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/lauran.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/lauran.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of the babies being held (Me and Lexi at top, my friend Sarah and Lexi middle, and Little Lauran (cousin) with Preston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't time to hold the babies enough, but others come and hold the babies frequently.  I've been told the babies need to be stimulated when they are awake.  Unfortunately, they seem to be awake at night - right when I am trying to eat dinner, watch the Finale of Will and Grace (I missed it last night due to this problem), or yes, trying to SLEEP!!!!   How do you deal with 4 crying babies at one time?  HMMM.  I will get back to you on this one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was about at my wits end.  I was running around trying to stick pacifiers in mouths, playing music for the babies, feeding some while giving others "stimulation" via educational toys and videos. The crying was nonstop for 2 hours.  All 4 were crying at one time, but most of the time it was 1 or 2 cries.  I was holding one trying to calm her while another was in the room screaming his head off.  I tried to lay them down and they didn't want to sleep.  I had to walk away and take a tylenol for the headache that was forming.  I called my husband who was in a softball game and asked him to hurry home.  I had 3 crying babies who I collected and put on my lap.  He collected them from me and we held on tight as we endured another 2 hours of nonstop crying.  I think the boys tummies are really hurting from all the iron they are getting (vitamins and formula) because their crying comes in waves even while being held.  Oh! and of course they are constipated too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before, I was trying to get them to fall asleep and my sister-in-law informed me that they are now staying awake longer as they are getting better and need more "stimulation."  I tried reading to them.  They honestly didn't care much for War and Peace.  Just kidding.  Actually, I read them Winnie the Pooh.  They didn't have ANY interest and couldn't find the colors the book was asking them to locate.  I guess they are not prodigies, at least not yet.  So, I tried to talk to them.  I find that when I talk to the babies, I usually say something meaningless and then repeat it a few times.  "Yes, Lexi is a good girl. Yes she is.  Yes she is.  Do you want to chat?  You do?  What a good baby you are. Yes you are...."   If anyone has some more intellectual conversation ideas they could share or other ideas of how to stimulate the babies' intellectually, Please SHARE!!!   I would enjoy hearing your ideas.  Don't all post at once now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114807555367229170?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114807555367229170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114807555367229170' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114807555367229170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114807555367229170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/05/being-held-stimulation-for-babies.html' title='Being Held &amp; Stimulation for Babies'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114798933818305419</id><published>2006-05-18T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:55:38.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/monkeys3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/monkeys3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/monkeys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/monkeys2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/monkeys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/monkeys1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:  (top row:  Gabrielle on left and Alexandria on right  middle row:  Hunter in back and Preston in front  bottom pic:  Alexandria on left and Preston on right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little monkeys are so cute.  I have to share some of their latest photos.  The babies are growing like weeds.  I don't have a weight on Hunter as he doesn't need to go back to the pediatrician until he is 2 months old.  However, he must be over 7 lb.  His sister Alexandria is 6 lb and 3 oz.  Gabrielle is 5 lb and 13 oz and Preston is weighing 4 lb and 10 oz.  We feed every 3 to 4 hours and Hunter is now taking 4 oz at a time.  Most newborns have 4 oz.  It takes a while for premature babies to get up to that.  He's leading the pack as a skilled eating machine.  The others are learning fast enough!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114798933818305419?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114798933818305419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114798933818305419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114798933818305419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114798933818305419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-little-monkeys.html' title='My little monkeys'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114772357043880407</id><published>2006-05-15T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:06:10.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/orlando%20sentinel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/400/orlando%20sentinel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke and  checked online at the Orlando Sentinel and saw the front page picture/article.  The babies looked beautiful.  A nice Mother's Day Present.  We don't receive the paper in our area, but the photographer will be sending us copies and copies of the prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was spent changing poopy diapers, feeding the babies, and cleaning the house.  My husband worked on cleaning out the garage and setting up the 2nd nursery.  One room isn't big enough for 2 cribs, changing tables, chest of drawers, and a rocker.  All that work work work on Mother's day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a break to take the babies for a stroll in the afternoon.  They are small enough at this point to put them 2 to a seat.  It was nice and windy out.  We concluded the day by gobbling down food while each holding one fussy baby a piece.  We dropped into bed at nearly midnite, but that wasn't the end of the day for us - oh no.  You know how it goes - feedings and crying all through the night.  Wake up and do it all over again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114772357043880407?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114772357043880407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114772357043880407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114772357043880407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114772357043880407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114754972853310990</id><published>2006-05-12T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T06:39:55.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/feeding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/feeding.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/twinssleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/twinssleep.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos:  Top from right to left are Gabrielle, Preston, and Alexandria awaiting food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo on left is Hunter and Preston after being fed well. They couldn't be closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last week of having all four home, we have been having sleep deprivation x 4.  I am finally listening to the advice "sleep when they sleep."  I have a host of things to do on my "to do list" which never seem to get done.  Checking e-mails, doing updates on the blog, sending out thank-you notes, get pictures copied and sent out, pay bills, organize the babies' rooms, get all the paperwork together for income tax preparation, get all my certifications updated for work, take the dogs to the vet (poor dogs) for their shots and check-up, but how does that all get done when I have 4 babies?  I barely manage to clean the house and eat myself.  4 babies crying at the same time!! Can you imagine? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I have had help during the day from family members.  I had my first opportunity to take care of 4 babies by myself at feeding time a couple of days ago.  I did it again yesterday afternoon and then today I am by myself.  I had a few visitors who I greeted by plopping the baby in their arms right after they had sanitized their hands.  "Here hold this one while I feed the others" I told Aunt Katie.  Then my mother and grandmother came by with a few groceries right while a friend from church was visiting, Nancy, and the babies started crying while they were here.  I made bottles and told them they weren't getting out of here without feeding a few.  I love my babies - don't get me wrong, but they are MORE THAN A HANDFUL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are going through their growth spurt, eating more and eating more frequently.  Just as I have put all four down after feeding them, at least one is ready to eat again.  I told Alexandria today "this isn't an all-day smorgasbord.  Eat at the assigned time please."  She isn't abiding by the rules.  For that matter, none of them are.  I don't think time-outs apply to babies, so I guess they get to set the rules right now.  They only let me think I am in charge, but we all know the truth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear from my mother and my husband that I favor the boys. "You don't ever seem to put them down."  "You are always holding the boys...."  I assure them that I don't have a favorite child.  The boys just won't let ME alone.  They are so fussy.  The girls aren't loud enough to get fed first or held longer.  I can't count the number of times I have fed them and held them, rubbing their backs, to the point that they are sound asleep and I try to lay them down.  Seconds later I hear blood curdling screams.  I know if I don't pick them up, all four will be awake.  Also, I know that if I don't respond to their cries, they may not form a basic trust.  Okay, at least according to Erikson, that's the theory.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a night, we have just gotten to sleep and Preston or Hunter will start to cry.  My husband or I (depending on who is less sleep deprived at that moment) will get up and hold one counting the seconds till we can climb back into bed because we know that in 3 hours and 27 minutes we have to get up and feed all four. 'Please stop crying and fall asleep Hunter'  Okay, make that 3 hours and 1 minute.  'Oh God, what is wrong with him that he won't stop crying'  It's now 2 hours and 49 minutes till feeding.  'Oh thank God, he finally fell asleep. Let me put him down and get a little bit of sleep.'  I climb into bed and just start to fall asleep when I am again awoken with the cries.  I awake with a startle, disoriented to time. Is it feeding time already? It feels like I just fell asleep.  I look at the clock.  It is only minutes later - not feeding time.  I start to cry with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone recommended that we start a bedtime routine and bathe them right before bed so they will sleep better.  I did it with the boys the other night, keeping the girls' bath time in the mornings.  We had our first decent intermittent sleep.  We only had to get up at feeding time.  We didn't do it the next night because baths are only supposed to be every other day.  Boy, we paid for it.  Bathtime might have to be a nightly ritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they sleep, I run around the house cleaning with a frenzy.  I have to get so much done in a short period of time.  People say house cleaning isn't as important as spending time with the babies and while they may be right, if you let it go for a while, it mounts up.  Before long I have burp rags and empty bottles adorning every square inch of the living room and kitchen.  I have a pile of dirty dishes and laundry for days.  I don't want to get too overwhelmed, so I do it all day and all night a little at a time. It is neverending. As it is, the house doesn't look like a home anymore.  The living room is filled with bouncy seats, activity mats, and swings.  Pack n plays are in almost every room of the house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have doctors appointments all the time.  It's such an ordeal to go somewhere. It isn't like I can just go with them by myself. Even if we had 2 double strollers, one of us couldn't push 2 strollers at the same time, safely anyways.  We don't even have a van of our own to take the babies anywhere.  For right now, we are borrowing Aunt Nicola's van.  She was gracious enough to loan it to us so we could get the kids to doctors etc.  We can't afford to buy one yet and it isn't like anyone will be giving us one free, though many people seem shocked by that. It isn't their responsibility to take care of my babies.  They didn't have them and we don't expect that any car dealership would do that.  My husband works for Alan Jay Automotive Network and Alan Jay Wildstein (the owner) was nice enough to offer us a $2000.00 discount, but even with that, we can't afford one right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financially, it is more than a struggle.  I am trying to go back to work and was planning on doing some part-time work for home health, but just as I thought there would be a little money coming in the home, I get my hopes crushed.  I am told that I have to come back full-time or not at all in order to keep my insurance.  The hospital was very nice to let me have coverage for a couple more months at employee family plan rate, which my parents pay.  I was initally quoted over 1200.00 per month for coverage under extended medical leave, which would of made it impossible to keep.  Fortunately, administration was kind enough to allow my insurance to continue at a more reasonable rate of 431.00 per month.  So, at least for now the kids have insurance coverage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are struggling but surviving.  I know that I have food for our family and we have a roof over our head.  God provides, so I know not to worry.  We have always survived and will continue to.  Well the babies are starting to cry, so I will have to end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114754972853310990?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114754972853310990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114754972853310990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114754972853310990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114754972853310990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/05/growing-pains.html' title='Growing Pains'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114746778905685740</id><published>2006-05-12T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T14:03:09.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 10th, 2006</title><content type='html'>We had a VERY busy day today.  We got up bright and early to travel to Orlando for a doctor's appointment for all 4 babies.  Nana went with us and helped with all the feedings and diaper changes en route and at the doctor's office.  They had to have their eyes checked for premature retinal myopathy.  All four checked well so far.  They will have to go back in 4 wks for another check of their eyes, but as of now the only issues are nearsightedness (which may go away) and astygmatism.  Well, Gabby has a blocked tear duct and gets goopy eyed, but that should go away in time.  All we need to do is massage her tear ducts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home and had to get ready for a reporter and photographer from the Orlando Sentinel who had an appointment for 3:30 to photograph the babies and I for their Mother's Day edition front page.  The house was a mess.  The babies were a mess, needing fed, bathed, and dressed.  I was a mess too.  The troops had to be called in to help out.  Nana, Auntie Lauran, Auntie Nicola, and great-grandma all came to help feed, bathe, and change the babies while I ran around the house in hair rollers trying to straighten up.  We should have had photographs of that!!  I can't wait to see the final pictures.  The babies were beautiful, even if their mom still didn't look her best!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114746778905685740?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114746778905685740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114746778905685740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114746778905685740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114746778905685740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-10th-2006.html' title='May 10th, 2006'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114723090037604455</id><published>2006-05-09T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:15:06.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 7th, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/babysitters2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/babysitters2.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/4babysitters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/4babysitters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICS  (LEFT TO RIGHT)  Ms Joanna, Ms Diane, Auntie Lauran, Auntie Judy, Gabby, Alexandria, Preston, and Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were up most of the night.  Preston has been crying a lot.  We assume it must be adjustment issues.  I was so exhausted that I didn't want to get up in the morning but my husband insisted we go to church.  He had arranged for family to come and watch the babies while we went to church.  They are still too little to be exposed to too many people.  We have to protect them from germs; their immune systems are not like an adult's.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to church and when we pulled in the driveway, I could not believe how many cars there were.  You know how irresponsible babysitters can be - inviting all their friends to have a party. HA HA.  Well, we came home to find all the babies being held by Auntie Lauran, Auntie Judy and their friends up from MIAMI.  Here are the pics they took at their little "party."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114723090037604455?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114723090037604455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114723090037604455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114723090037604455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114723090037604455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-7th-2006.html' title='May 7th, 2006'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114702504602512473</id><published>2006-05-07T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T11:04:06.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 6th, 2006</title><content type='html'>Preston came home today!!  Our family is now all together.  Preston is up to 3 lb and 15 oz. It's amazing how small he is to be coming home.  Hunter weighed 3 lb and 11 oz when he was BORN and now he is coming home just a touch over that weight.  Amazing.  I am reminded over and over what a blessing it is to have 4 healthy premature babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114702504602512473?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114702504602512473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114702504602512473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114702504602512473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114702504602512473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-6th-2006.html' title='May 6th, 2006'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114676916077464248</id><published>2006-05-04T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T11:59:20.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 4th, 2006</title><content type='html'>We were all excited about getting Preston today.  Daddy took off of work to go and get him and to help take the other 3 back for them all to have pictures done professionally at the hospital.  So, I dressed everyone up after giving them a bath and feeding them.  I started to feed them in their car seats while driving to the hospital because it was time to feed them.  Drives to Orlando with 3 babies are a huge ordeal.  However, when we got half way there, we found out that Preston didn't gain any weight because he wasn't doing his feeds well yesterday.  He will have to stay till he gets that down pat.  Hopefully he will just be there another 1 or 2 days.  Guess we had a dress rehearsal for the real ordeal next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114676916077464248?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114676916077464248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114676916077464248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114676916077464248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114676916077464248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-4th-2006.html' title='May 4th, 2006'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114676894567852843</id><published>2006-05-04T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T12:02:41.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 3rd, 2006 -  Doctor's Visit and 1 month old today</title><content type='html'>Happy 1 month birthday to all of us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had so much fun going to the doctor's office.  Nana accompanied us and ended up helping with feedings while we were driving.  The main reason for the doctor's appointment was weight checks.  Hunter has proven he knows how to eat well!  He has gained almost a pound.  He now weighs in at 5 pounds and 10 oz.  The girls gained 6 and 7 oz.  Alexandria weighs 5 lb and 3 oz.  Gabrielle now weighs 4 lb and 13 oz. We also found out we have a major diva on our hands.  We will have to watch Lexi. While we were there, Alexandria flirted with her pediatrician.  She batted her eyes and gave him a big smile. It was so cute.  She's so irresistable.  Her doctor had to smile back at her.  I've been hearing for awhile that it is too soon for the babies to be smiling and what looks like smiles is actually gas.  The doc confirmed the babies are definitely smiling.  They are right on track developmentally.  All 3 are gazing into their mommy's eyes when fed and lifting their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked on Preston by phone.  The nurse informed us that Preston may get to go home tomorrow.  He is on 8 feeds per day now ad lib. If he does well, he will be out of there!!!  We are so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114676894567852843?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114676894567852843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114676894567852843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114676894567852843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114676894567852843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-3rd-2006-doctors-visit-and-1-month.html' title='May 3rd, 2006 -  Doctor&apos;s Visit and 1 month old today'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114663091809486761</id><published>2006-05-02T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:35:18.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nana - May 2nd, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/happy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/happy3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/happy2%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/happy2%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/happy1%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/happy1%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday nana from your little babies: Alexandria, Gabrielle, and Hunter.  Preston will be home in a few days. Yay.  We can't wait for our brother.  Here is how we celebrated your birthday!!  We take after you Nana.  Sleeping is our favorite passtime. Ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114663091809486761?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114663091809486761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114663091809486761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114663091809486761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114663091809486761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-nana-may-2nd-2006.html' title='Happy Birthday Nana - May 2nd, 2006'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114652144598275496</id><published>2006-05-01T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:28:37.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 1, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/preston3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/preston3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/preston2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/preston2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/preston1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/preston1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above and beside are pics of Preston we took on Sunday at the NICCU.  He is doing well, taking his 3 bottles per day still.  They had to back him off a bit as when he got up to 4 bottles a day, he stopped eating well.  He is over 1600 grams at this point.  Soon he will be able to go into an open air crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been pretty hard on me at home.  I have had some dizzy spells and feel a lack of energy.  Who knew taking care of 3 babies and homemaking would be more exhausting than working a full time job?  The last few days have been quite busy.  We have been trying to get the babies on a schedule.  We had a few problems with the girls eating.  They seemed to suck and spit it out, but they have been doing much better.  Hunter has been a little pig, eating everything you give him.  He is able to take 3 oz now.  The girls are getting there, but being dainty and petite, they don't like making pigs of themselves. Ha Ha.  Most days I get at least 2 hours of help from family who stops by in the morning to help with feedings and visit the babies.  That helps so much because it usually then that I get the most done around the house.  It is hard to keep the house as clean as I would like it and keep up with the laundry otherwise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babies have "tummy time" everyday to help them gain control of their necks and music too.  They seem to respond better when they are being sung to.  I am going to try to work in reading to them too, but they don't seem to stay awake long enough for that.  I was told today that reading to them 15 minutes a day helps expand their minds.  I am not sure if that is true, but it couldn't hurt.  They take feedings every 3-4 hours, depending on intake.  Hunter goes every four, since he is eating so well.  The girls have to be woken up every three to take their bottles.  They are only taking 1 oz at times, 2 at others, and occasionally they will take 2 1/2 oz.  They will be 1 month old in a few days.  They have a doctor's appointment on Wednesday to check to make sure they are growing well.   Hope they are getting enough nutrition!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114652144598275496?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114652144598275496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114652144598275496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114652144598275496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114652144598275496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-1-2006.html' title='May 1, 2006'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114622574476349120</id><published>2006-04-28T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T05:03:52.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Marsh comes for a visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/mrsmarsh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/mrsmarsh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Marsh came over to see the babies.  Mary Jane Marsh is a very sweet and beautiful lady who bought a car from my husband a while back and has been very supportive and helpful to me during my pregnancy.  Today she and her husband got to meet the babies for the first time.  They brought over a rocker to give to us and more importantly arms to rock a baby.  Here she is with Alexandria.  We hope she comes back to visit us often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114622574476349120?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114622574476349120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114622574476349120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114622574476349120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114622574476349120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/04/mrs-marsh-comes-for-visit.html' title='Mrs. Marsh comes for a visit'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114615170651230234</id><published>2006-04-27T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T08:41:09.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 27, 2006  My 35th birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay 35 would be ordinarily be terrible, but I am a new mom so I am content with the number.  I had a tearful episode receiving a touching e-card from my dad today.  He's not a "mushy" kind of person, so when he says something sentimental it really means something to me.  I sit here recalling my youth and wondering where the time goes.  He called me his "little girl" in the card.  I guess every woman is someone's little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of me today (courtesy of a birthday present, a book from Lauran entitled: The Incredible Truth About Mothers by Bradley Trevor Greive).  I thought it was appropriate as I attempt to continue putting on makeup and curl my hair; what a joke!!  I had curlers in my hair while I tried to feed Hunter. He looked at me curiously, like "Whoa!! Who is this?  This ain't the momma."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114615170651230234?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114615170651230234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114615170651230234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114615170651230234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114615170651230234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-27-2006-my-35th-birthday.html' title='April 27, 2006  My 35th birthday'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114614873738761993</id><published>2006-04-27T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T08:41:48.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 26, 2006 - First Doctor's appt</title><content type='html'>Today was rough!!  Our three babies had their first follow up appointment with the pediatrician.  We picked Dr. Deshpande at Heartland Pediatrics.  We don't have any mode of transportation big enough to transport the 3 babies, much less the 4 we will have.  Fortunately, we borrowed a van from a family member to take the babies to the doctor.  Since daddy had to work and nana had a doctor's appointment herself, mommy transported the babies to the doctor alone.  3 babies bathed, fed, changed, and put into the car one by one.  At the doctor's office, the staff came outside to help get the babies out of the car.  All that work put into dressing them was for nothing.  They were stripped down to their diapers one by one and brought back into the room after measurements to wait for the doctor.  All 3 of them lined up on the table and AWAKE!! at the same time!!!  Who planned this?  Mommy had to start feeding the babies in the doctor's office, while trying to keep the other 2 from fussing too much and kicking off their blankets.  FUN FUN!!!  The good news is all three babies are doing well and gaining weight. No concerns were expressed by the doctor.  We have a follow up in 1 wk to make sure weight continues to be gained.  2 are up to almost 5 lb right now!!  We will have lots of doctors appointments. The babies have 2 more appointments in the next week alone, 2 in Orlando.  It will be rough trying to borrow vehicles and transport the babies for all these appointments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114614873738761993?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114614873738761993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114614873738761993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114614873738761993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114614873738761993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-26-2006-first-doctors-appt.html' title='April 26, 2006 - First Doctor&apos;s appt'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114614822522880460</id><published>2006-04-27T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:55:23.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 25, 2006 - Gabrielle comes home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/trio.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/gabby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/gabby2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/gabby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/gabby1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 days after her birth, Gabby comes home from the hospital.  Preston continues to do well. It was sad leaving him there by himself.  He shouldn't be there long though. He is up to 4 bottles a day and he is gaining weight well. He is now up to 3 lb 4 oz or 1460 grams. He has to get to 1700 grams to be in an open air crib and then regulate his body temp for a few days.  Then, he should be able to come home.  Gabrielle slept all the way home from the hospital.  She was met by a lot of family when she arrived.  Aunt Lauran, nana, and great gramma were all at the house waiting to see her.  Aunt Lauran spent the night to take care of the girls and give mommy a break the first night.  It was wonderful to be able to only get up for 1 feeding. The ladies from the Gabrielle Project (Nancy, Jeanette, and Gloria) have been so helpful in organizing the room for the babies.  Thanks so much for all you did to help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114614822522880460?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114614822522880460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114614822522880460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114614822522880460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114614822522880460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-25-2006-gabrielle-comes-home.html' title='April 25, 2006 - Gabrielle comes home'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114614776236385920</id><published>2006-04-27T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T08:42:55.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 24, 2006</title><content type='html'>Can anyone say sleep deprivation?  Can only imagine what having 4 home will be like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114614776236385920?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114614776236385920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114614776236385920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114614776236385920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114614776236385920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-24-2006.html' title='April 24, 2006'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114614770335947173</id><published>2006-04-27T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T08:42:32.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 23, 2006 - Alexandria comes home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/lexy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/lexy3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/lexy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/lexy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/lexy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/lexy1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos:  Top-Alexandria bites her fingers while Aunt Nicola holds her.  Middle- Uncle Bobby holds Alexandria for the first time.  Bottom- Proud big sissy Savanah holds Alexandria before coming home from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 days after her birth, Alexandria comes home from the hospital.  Daddy, Savanah, and I took the trip to pick up baby Lexi.  It was Savanah's first time getting to see the NICCU and her other brother and sister.  We left Hunter with his Auntie Nikki, Aunt Lauran, and Uncle Bobby.  We had to make our rounds to let everyone see Alexandria after picking her up from the hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114614770335947173?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114614770335947173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114614770335947173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114614770335947173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114614770335947173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-23-2006-alexandria-comes-home.html' title='April 23, 2006 - Alexandria comes home'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114614753156711831</id><published>2006-04-27T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:52:15.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 22, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/washerdryer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/washerdryer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to St. Catherine's CCW (women's group) for the brand new washer and dryer.  We started doing clothes right away!!  It came just in the nick of time too because Alexandria comes home tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114614753156711831?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114614753156711831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114614753156711831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114614753156711831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114614753156711831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-22-2006.html' title='April 22, 2006'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114597926002857313</id><published>2006-04-24T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:34:20.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter meets his big brother and sister-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/savahunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/savahunter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/dylsav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/dylsav.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/family.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter got to meet his big brother and sister, Dylan and Savanah for the first time the day after he came home.  Savanah has been showing excitement for quite awhile, while Dylan has contained his well.  However, Dylan expressed a lot more enthusiasm with Hunter home.  He was begging to change diapers.  I am sure that excitement will dissipate quickly enough and mommy will get stuck changing all the poopy diapers.  Here are some pictures of Dylan and Savanah with Hunter and daddy.  I am sure there will be plenty more pics to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114597926002857313?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114597926002857313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114597926002857313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114597926002857313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114597926002857313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/04/hunter-meets-his-big-brother-and.html' title='Hunter meets his big brother and sister-'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114592463181039434</id><published>2006-04-24T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T17:23:51.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 21, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/mommy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/gabnrus.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/gabnrus.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/rusty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/rusty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we continue to enjoy our little boy being home.  There have been some growing pains as we adjust to his sleeping/feeding schedule.  Uncle Rusty (Anthony's brother) came for a short visit to see the babies.  We took a trip with Hunter up to the NICCU to see the rest of the babies and drop off a car seat for a fit test for Alexandria.  She comes home tomorrow.  Before we went over, Aunt Nicola and Aunt Laruan came over to visit with Hunter and check up on momma (I don't think they trust I can do it yet).  They started laughing at how I needed them to hold Hunter so I could take a shower, put on makeup, and do my hair.  They said that they want to take a picture of me in 2 wks because I guess they think I won't be able to do that.  Lauran suggested cutting my hair but that was met with fierce resistance.  Investing in lots of scrunchies seems more realistic.  A pic of me all made up (the last you might see) is posted above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our visit at the NICCU was short but wonderful.  Uncle Rusty seemed to have a hard time figuring out how to feed the babies, but he was put on the job anyways.  He said he was afraid he was going to break them.  Above is Uncle Rusty hoddling Gabby.  Preston is doing okay with his one bottle per day and is now weighing 2 lb 14 oz.  Gabby will be coming home soon.  She was moved up to 4 bottles per day.  It was a long trip for Hunter to make to see his siblings, but he slept most of the way.  We made it home safely, but I think when we go for Alexandria, Hunter will be better off with a babysitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114592463181039434?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114592463181039434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114592463181039434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114592463181039434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114592463181039434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-21-2006.html' title='April 21, 2006'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114592324372567271</id><published>2006-04-24T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T07:57:35.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 20, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/hunter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/hunter3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/hunter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/hunter2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/hunter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/hunter1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter came home today!!  We took pictures of him to remember this special day, which shares the same day as my father's birth, but unfortunately I don't have them available yet.  They are in Auntie Desiree's camera still, but I will post them when I get them.  Auntie Lauran said that he looked like a ragamuffin because the outfit was WAY too big for him and swallowed him whole. However, mommy thought he looked precious in his little winnie da pooh ear hat and halo gown with pooh paws.  It was such an exciting day.  For the first time, I felt like a REAL mom.  Reality set in.. oh about midnite when he had his first night feeding and then he woke me up two more times before the sun came up and each time he didn't want to go back down.  I tried everything... rocking, singing, bouncy seat.  Inevitably, when I would put him down to sleep he would start to cry.  I put him in the bed with us and my husband said I tried to smother him. I remember falling asleep with my hand on his chest to make sure he was still breathing and I guess my hand kind of rose up as I was sleeping till I was covering my face with his hand.  Daddy to the rescue.  It has taken awhile to write this post because momma has been REALLY busy!!!  I can only imagine what it is going to be like with 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114592324372567271?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114592324372567271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114592324372567271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114592324372567271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114592324372567271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-20-2006.html' title='April 20, 2006'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114537877442129386</id><published>2006-04-18T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T09:46:14.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>april 18th, 2006</title><content type='html'>Okay...Today my heart stopped.  Doctor Rallings called from the hospital to let me know that the babies are thriving.  Gabrielle has been doing well with her bottles and is in open air crib herself.  He braced me before he announced I could have 3 babies home in just a few days.  Unbelievable.  I wasn't even prepared for just one to come home in a week and was just starting to let it sink in, when the news was tripled and the length of time shortened.  I am really excited.  We got a crib and lots of other goodies given to us last night by a manager, Mr. Beebe, at Walgreens in Sebring and a basinette yesterday afternoon from The Gabrielle Project.  So, I just have to prepare mentally for this now. I can't believe they are trusting me to take my babies home.  I hope I am ready for all of this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114537877442129386?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114537877442129386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114537877442129386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114537877442129386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114537877442129386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-18th-2006.html' title='april 18th, 2006'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114531181060015829</id><published>2006-04-17T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T15:10:10.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 17th, 2006</title><content type='html'>Continuation of growth today.  Hunter is up to 4lb 3.5 oz, Lexi is 4.2 oz.  Gabby is over 3 lb and 13 oz.  Preston is almost 2 lb and 10 oz. They took all their bottles today - no new orders.  I have to call the plastic surgeon as he needs some information from me on Preston. Not sure what that is about, but the office was closed by the time I got that request.  I will find out tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114531181060015829?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114531181060015829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114531181060015829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114531181060015829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114531181060015829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-17th-2006.html' title='April 17th, 2006'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114531031058577237</id><published>2006-04-17T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T14:45:10.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/000_0038%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/000_0038%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 4 of us together for the first picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Hunter has received orders to go into an open air crib and due to the fact that last night he took his whole bottle in 5 minutes flat, he is now going to 3 bottles a day.  He is progressing well.  As soon as a crib big enough comes available, Alexandria and Hunter will actually share a crib.  Gabrielle is now up to 3 lb and 10.5 oz.  She is getting up there.  Preston is still not big enough to do any bottle feedings or go on to an open air crib, but he is doing well and continues to gain.  He had his first bath given by momma last night.  We didn't get any pictures of it sadly, since daddy was busy doing bottle feedings. He is still the gifted one when it comes to giving bottles.  I have a lousy bottle feed I guess. Today I tried to give Hunter his bottle and he slept right through it and gave me a hard time. He consumed only a little over 1/2 his bottle in 25 min.  So, the nurse helped me out after she assured me she didn't think she would have any different results.  She had been watching me on and off and said I was doing everything right.  She took over and guess what?  He took the rest of his bottle in 5 min.  I guess I just put them in a trance or something, but I now have a good excuse to make my husband do all the bottle feedings. Less work for me.. hurray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of the babies had special Easter cards on their cribs today with pictures of them in bunny ears. We decided to leave the photos there for now, but will share them with you sometime soon.  The Easter Bunny came for a visit, but I don't think my kids were that impressed since they slept right through the visit.  Gabby was up for her feeding and so the bunny gave her a stuffed animal which we had to take home with us.  My husband didn't advocate for the other three to have bunnies, so one day we will have to explain why it is that Gabby got special treatment and has a pretty little bunny and the rest don't.  Before we left, we finally got an answer to a question we had been wondering about: "How soon is the soonest we should expect one or more babies to come home?"  The answer?  1 week.  WOW.  Wasn't expecting that answer, but it is good news.  I think Hunter will be the first one home, while daddy thinks that it will be Alexandria.  They are almost neck and neck so maybe it will be a 2fer deal.  We shall see.  Anyways, Happy Easter everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114531031058577237?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114531031058577237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114531031058577237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114531031058577237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114531031058577237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114518526806385095</id><published>2006-04-16T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T15:02:47.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 15th, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/mommy%20and%20lexi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/mommy%20and%20lexi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/anthony%20and%20baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/anthony%20and%20baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/000_0031%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/000_0031%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a great day.  We got to bottle feed 3/4 of our babies and Alexandria is doing great in an open crib.  She is maintaining her temperature well.  We aren't sure why Hunter isn't in an open crib and Alexandria is, as Hunter is bigger than Alexandria.  But, by tomorrow he may be in an open crib.  For some reason Daddy has the magic touch.  When he bottle feeds, they turn into little piggies and take the whole bottle.  When I bottle feed, they only end up taking 10-11 cc's and the rest had to be given though a tube.  Maybe it's just luck?  Hunter took both of his bottles today, so he is mastering the skill of sucking, swallowing, and breathing simultaneously.  He's pretty gifted for a baby that under other circumstances would still be in the womb getting nutrition supplied for him without any work.  They are all growing so fast too.  Alexandria is now over 4 lb and Hunter is now 4 lb 2 oz.  So, we have 2 big ones.  Gabby is hanging in there at the same weight and Preston gained again and is up to 2 lb 8 and 1/2 oz.  Soon he will be up there over 3 lb. but he is just taking his time.  We got to take pics with Preston and Hunter side by side.  It's amazing.  They look identical, except Hunter appears to be almost twice the size as his brother.  Well, I guess he almost is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114518526806385095?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114518526806385095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114518526806385095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114518526806385095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114518526806385095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-15th-2006.html' title='April 15th, 2006'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114509567937622092</id><published>2006-04-15T03:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T03:11:11.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 14th, 2006</title><content type='html'>Great NEWS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonite, we came up for the weekend to be with the babies.  We went to the Ronald McDonald House to check in and then headed over to the hospital.  We got such wonderful news from their nurses Samantha and Terry.  First of all, we have our first 4 pounder!!  Hunter weighed at 4.02 today!!  Alexandria is right behind him at 3 lb 13.8 oz.  Gabby is staying at 3 lb 8.4 oz.  Preston has gained though. He is now 2 lb 7 oz!!!  They are gaining and mommy continues to lose.  I am up to 55 lb lost!! Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better news:  Alexandria will be the first to be in an open air crib, starting tomorrow.  If she can maintain her body temperature, she will be close to coming home; if not, she will return to her isolette for awhile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST news:  3/4 have started bottle feeding.  Hunter and Alexandria are on 2 bottle feedings a day and Gabby is only getting one, but while Hunter and Alexandria are only consuming part of their bottles and getting the remaining nutrition from tube feed, Gabby took her entire bottle today!! Woohoo.  WE are so happy.  We are hoping they catch on to bottle feeding soon, because this is 1 of the 2 steps that 3 of them have left to be able to come home!  We get to do our first bottle feeding with the babies tomorrow starting around 11 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114509567937622092?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114509567937622092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114509567937622092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114509567937622092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114509567937622092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-14th-2006.html' title='April 14th, 2006'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114502292013643996</id><published>2006-04-14T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T06:55:20.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 12th, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/000_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/000_0013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/000_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/000_0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some pics of the boys, Hunter to the left and Preston at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 12th, we drove up to Orlando for a short visit after Anthony got off of work.  We held all four and fed all four in 2 1/2 hours and then made the return trip home so that my husband could make it to work in the morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston is now with his brother and sisters!! He made it over 1000 grams which was the goal to go to the Special Care Unit (NICCU level 2).  Tonite all the babies were weighed and Alexandria is now 3 lb 12 oz.  Gabby is 3 lb 8 + oz.  Preston is 2 lb 3 1/2 oz and Hunter is our big one at 3 lb 14.6 oz.  They have all started to gain weight and pass their birth weights, after their initial losses.  Gabby is now off of skin control/probe and able to wear clothes in her isolette like her brother Hunter and her big sis Lexi.  My littlest one continues to be on skin control. He has a long way to go to make that goal. He has to be at least 1500 grams. I am thinking that Hunter and Lexi will probably start bottle feedings in a few days.  The nurses are trying to get them to suck on their pacifiers while they are getting their tube feedings so that they associate sucking with a full stomach.  This is preparing them for bottle feeds.  All of them did well at that tonite, even Preston.  They say the hard part will be getting them to swallow.  I guess we shall see if they are ready for bottles on our next visit - Friday.  We will be staying the weekend there at the Ronald McDonald house again, spending as much time as we can with the babies.  We look forward to our visits but can't wait till the babies come home so we can be a real family.  If Lexi and Hunter keep progressing so fast, I imagine they will be home by the end of the month. Gabby and Preston will probably be there a little longer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More good news: I have lost a total of 50 lb in a 10 day period. The fastest weight loss I have ever seen.  I thought it would take months to lose 50 lb. Can't wait to get the remaining pounds off of me, but I can't exercise yet.  It will take time I guess. At least I can burn a few calories with the breast pumping.  I hear that works on weight loss as well as being good for the babies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114502292013643996?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114502292013643996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114502292013643996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114502292013643996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114502292013643996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-12th-2006.html' title='April 12th, 2006'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21740548.post-114474825190630992</id><published>2006-04-10T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:39:56.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 10th, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/lexi%27s%20bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/lexi%27s%20bath.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/1600/hunter%27s%20bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3031/2202/320/hunter%27s%20bath.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to meet with my doc because I inadvertantly ripped off several of the steri strips (used in place of the staples they removed) and another cluster of them were clumped and bleeding.  He examined me and said that the wound was healing so I could go ahead and take off the steri strips and apply hydrogen peroxide and keep site covered.  I am still swelling pretty badly. If I cross my legs, the place where the leg touches the other leg will indent and stay that way for up to an hour. Thus, I look deformed.  I heard someone talk about water pills helping, but I am not allowed to take them.  The doctor doesn't feel they would help me at all as they dry out the veins. He tells me not to stand. i can walk and I can lay. If I sit, I have to put my legs up higher than my hips.  Yeah, that doesn't really work when you spend your day at the NICCU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we also signed the birth certificates.  I hadn't gotten the chance to sign them before I initially left the hospital.  It will take 4 wks to get a copy of this record.  We will need copies of these to get any coupons/discounts from the multiple programs at the baby companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today would be known as BATH day.  3/4 had baths today.  It started with Gabby.  The nurse demonstrated how to give a bath and then it was our turn.  Daddy bathed Hunter.  He opted to sponge bath vs. emerging the baby in water. I took about a hundred pictures of this and got a few good shots. I will add a photo here as soon as I get my camera back from my father.  He is busy uploading photos of the babies onto his computer before he leaves for Iraq on Wednesday.  After daddy did the bath and the feeding, he held Hunter.  Meanwhile the nurse and I moved on to Alexandria.  Now it was my turn to give the bath.  Lexy did really well for awhile.  I decided to do it like the professionals and submerge her in water. Funny how you add a little water and soap and a baby bath becomes a slip and slide.  With one hand supporting her neck and head, we proceeded to clean the bottom of the bathtub with Lexy's bottom.  She was sliding everywhere and I was laughing my head off.  She didn't find it all that amusing and started crying.  Another nurse took a couple photos of me giving her a bath. It looks like I am strangling her.  After I bathed and fed her, I held her for awhile and then held Hunter for a short while.  Then daddy held Gabby and I went to see Preston.  I held him for almost an hour before we swapped and Daddy came to hold him and I went to hold Gabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston did not gain the weight he was supposed to and went back to 997 grams.  They are increasing the calories of his feeds from 20 to 22.  This should help him put on some weight he needs.  The doctor said they were not moving him over with his siblings until he was over the 1000 grams.  He is back on the phototherapy, as he rebounded and his billirubin level went back up.  He had been having problems digesting his food, having residuals from his feedings.  Today, we got good news that he is tolerating his feedings better. I hope he maintains this track.  At least he is off of the IV's.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said that all of the babies were doing fine.  He asked how we ended up with identical twins.  I explained about the procedure and the odds of 1 in 10 million that this occurs.  He laughed and said he thinks are odds are in totality approaching the billions.  He explained that this is the case if you add the fact that we had such a long shot in having quads with the fact that I carried so long and that the babies were all born so healthy.  we praised the work he and the team of neonatologists and nurses were doing and he said it was easy "with the good protoplasma" we gave them.  Protoplasma?  I think that is my new word for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the hospital and Ronald McDonald House to return to Sebring around 4:30.  Both of us are exhausted from the trip.  The plan is to go back up there Wednesday evening after my husband gets off of work, for a short visit.  We will go back again next weekend.  More good news - In one week I shed 40 lb.  Amazing!!!  Thankfully I am still only able to tolerate small meal portions so that should help with me losing the remainder of the baby weight.  Maybe then people will stop asking when my baby is due!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21740548-114474825190630992?l=elisaquads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/feeds/114474825190630992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21740548&amp;postID=114474825190630992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114474825190630992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21740548/posts/default/114474825190630992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisaquads.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-10th-2006.html' title='April 10th, 2006'/><author><name>Elisa's Quads</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885983410706579945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaANCrdzxyo/SMC34T0KXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/d2o9cyfkLbg/S220/s42135ca106286_5_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
