﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>anotherchapter's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from anotherchapter</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter</link></image><item><title>i'm the mole</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/665067118/im-the-mole.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/665067118/im-the-mole.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 16:04:21 GMT</pubDate><description>okay i'm not. but i would LOVE to be!!! sam and i love the show and can't believe stupid bachelorette is taking over tonight. i hate that show. (no offense to bachelorette watchers) do you know what the worst part of that show is?...if you even look at it for 30 seconds..you are instantly hooked! you can't look away from the train wreck that is that show. emotional baggage and feelings scattered around, lying in the dirt, being stepped on. kisses being handed out to everyone. it's sick. and compelling. sometimes i hate owning a tv...except when the Mole is on! :) oh and Wipeout. that's terrible huh?? but funny! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyways i don't have much to tell you. we are looking forward to a visit with some friends from New York!! woohoo! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the kids are hilarious as usual and are currently watching Arthur in their room instead of napping. i caught judah turning on the tv during naptime and asked him who said he could do that. the answer? he thought about it...smiled...and proudly said "me!".....like it was a big boy thing he accomplished all by himself. sophie was lying flat on her stomach peeking through the crib slats so she could watch the show too. so i let them. i know, i know. but hey, they are quiet. and they are out of my hair. so it's kinda like naptime anyways! everybody wins! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/ffdd1198400101/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Photo 240" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xff.xanga.com/dd18536553658198400101/z153523567.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/c9aee198400248/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Photo 205" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xc9.xanga.com/aeec77f542230198400248/z153523701.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; </description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/665067118/im-the-mole.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>reccuring</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/662193823/reccuring.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/662193823/reccuring.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 12:41:56 GMT</pubDate><description>i have this recurring dream that drives me crazy. the dream always starts out different and has a different set of circumstances each time, but eventually i am always late for class...with no idea where i put my schedule, my textbooks have been unread and i don't know where my classes are. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;last night while i was dreaming this i was first searching for something to wear and couldn't find a single thing..then i opened up a closet door in my "dorm room" shared with &lt;a href="www.xanga.com/shalominthehome" target="_new"&gt;brenda&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="www.xanga.com/goldensmile" target="_new"&gt;rachel &lt;/a&gt;(of course) and there was my backpack. Crap! i had class to go to! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so i pull out the backpack and start rummaging through it frantically trying to find my schedule and i remember thinking "you put it in the front of your backpack so you would know where it was so that when you have this dream you could find your schedule". so i open the front and there is no schedule but a bunch of other papers there...scrapbooking stuff. ugh. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so then i tell myself that at least all my textbooks are in there because again "the next time you have this dream you'll at least have all your books in one place and when you go to class you'll have the right book no matter what"....so i start flinging around my backpack on my half-dressed self because i don't want to lose it or forget it and i go to rachel's closet and start looking for something to wear. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but her closet is mostly full of baby girl dresses (of course) and nothing else suitable for me to wear and i'm asking her, "why do you have all of the baby's dresses here?" and she says "cause i miss her"....apparently she left the baby with joel to come to college. (dreams are stupid, huh?) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyways we all start talking about the baby and then my own son wakes me up by telling me that he wants to go fishing or something like that. end of dream. end of nightmare. for today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i hate that feeling..the feeling that i'm lost. unprepared. not ready. not together. i hate it. i do everything i can to avoid it. and yet that STUPID DREAM KEEPS COMING BACK ALWAYS PUTTING THAT THOUGHT THAT I'M FORGETTING SOMETHING, MISSING SOMETHING AND NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY THINGS STILL END UP THE SAME. A MESS. I MISS CLASS. I GO TO THE WRONG ONE. I CAN'T FIND ANYTHING. AND I HATE IT.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sam and i took personality tests a couple of months ago. mine told me that i was an overachiever and tried too hard. that sent me into a whirlwind of emotion and a serious funk. i think these dreams are connected. although i've been having this dream forever...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what will happen if i stop trying? i feel so "blah" when i'm not working on something or doing things. but after that test i didn't want to do anything anymore. i was suddenly apathetic about upcoming events that need to be planned. still do. but i can't bring myself to plan anything anymore. i try and all my ideas are gone. blank. nothing. what is going on?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ugh. i feel "the funk" coming on. someone call to me from the top of the pit, please. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/662193823/reccuring.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>birthday week</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/661109273/birthday-week.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/661109273/birthday-week.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 10:07:54 GMT</pubDate><description>this week is sophie's birthday week. she turns one on friday and (warning: cliche coming) i can't believe it!! this year has just been so fast and i feel like i missed out on her being a teeny baby so much because of my stupid gall bladder (aka: baby #3). she is running around now and is so tall and talkative....especially since we got her a cell phone for her birthday. we couldn't resist giving it to her already...we always do that and really she has no idea what's happening and is just thrilled with her new toy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;we also got her a baby doll but i don't have a pic of her with it yet. she hugs the baby then throws the baby down. then picks the baby up and kisses it, then she throws it down and steps on it. she's gonna be a great mom. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/28b31193367391/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Photo 153" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x28.xanga.com/b31c653447d32193367391/z149124793.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/c7cd7193367482/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Photo 154" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xc7.xanga.com/cd7c923a48d32193367482/z149124874.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;we are wanting to have a kiddie pool party for her on saturday but the forecast is calling for rain so we might not get to. good thing we had a trial run last saturday!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/0aef2193368306/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3213" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x0a.xanga.com/ef2c613742232193368306/z149125627.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;well in "other children news" judah has done really well in his potty training and is getting the hang of everything. right now we are dealing with the times when he decides he just doesn't want to do it anymore (too much work i guess) and so i don't make a big deal about it now but hopefully soon he will just want to use the potty always. diapers are stinkin' expensive! spider man here doesn't get that. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/3b644193367620/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Photo 165" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x3b.xanga.com/644c5a3050531193367620/z149125000.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;well, sam and i are having fun with these kiddos and summer always promises lots of water fun and ice cream so we are happy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/9cf67193367878/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="P1010083" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x9c.xanga.com/f67c800251d34193367878/z149125240.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Lord for these great kids. Please help us to keep our sanity through their toddler years so that we will have something to cling to when they turn into teenagers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  </description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/661109273/birthday-week.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>hawking my wares and my sister's too</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/659023634/hawking-my-wares-and-my-sisters-too.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/659023634/hawking-my-wares-and-my-sisters-too.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 10:28:48 GMT</pubDate><description>my sister and i opened an etsy shop yesterday. we are trying to raise some funds to go take a trip to the Holy Land in November. we have our luggage practically packed, we are so excited! so check it out and add it as a bookmark so you can remember it and we'll be adding new stuff all the time. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;www.thechickensisters.etsy.com&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;our relatives used to call us the chicken sisters when we were little cause we would sit on the couch together and just talk non-stop to each other and no one else. apparently we were a bit exclusive...imagine! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;much thanks for helping us out and don't forget to tell your friends and all the strangers you know! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*******&lt;br&gt;in other news...there isn't any. now go shop! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/659023634/hawking-my-wares-and-my-sisters-too.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>coffee</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/653494687/coffee.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/653494687/coffee.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 14:49:03 GMT</pubDate><description>Yesterday we went to Starbucks. Judah climbed up on the chair and asked me with a very serious face,&amp;nbsp; his head tilted to the side, brows furrowed and hands uplifted,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"me coffee too, mom?" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;how can i say no? so we got him some "coffee". he was so excited. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"my coffee!?" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yup. that's for you, buddy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"my name's sam" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh. right. well, that's your coffee sam.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/9efc5185411916/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="judahcoffee2" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x9e.xanga.com/fc5c427bc6d30185411916/z142204296.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/e0c6f185411922/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="judahcoffee3" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xe0.xanga.com/c6f82b5664708185411922/z142204302.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;do you like it, sam?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"ya. me like coffee."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;good. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/47348185411902/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="JudahCoffee1" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x47.xanga.com/3488505664708185411902/z142204282.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;as you can see...we are living with a grownup in the body of a 2yr old.&lt;br&gt; </description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/653494687/coffee.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>pic extravaganza!</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/653205456/pic-extravaganza.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/653205456/pic-extravaganza.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 23:41:19 GMT</pubDate><description> &lt;br&gt;my mom put sophie in pigtails today. i hadn't thought of doing that yet..i'm still figuring out what you are supposed to do with a girl..i wasn't prepared for this. :) anyways...so cute! &lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/512f9185133688/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="sophiepigtails" style="border: 3px solid rgb(0, 64, 0);" src="http://x51.xanga.com/2f9c76e1d3432185133688/z141962105.jpg" height="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/f3d4a185133679/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="sophiepigtails3" style="border: 3px solid rgb(0, 64, 0);" src="http://xf3.xanga.com/d4ac66e053435185133679/z141962096.jpg" height="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here she is in her Easter attire..i know.. "BUT EASTER's OVER!" (movie quote...chocolate if you guess right!) but i never put any pics up. so here they are. a memory of easter-past.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/ddd08185133665/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="eastersophie" style="border: 3px solid rgb(0, 64, 0);" src="http://xdd.xanga.com/d08c45f246433185133665/z141962084.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sophie and I are sticking our tongues out at each other. It's a good shot of how us Puente's roll. we laugh a lot...at each other mostly, but still..we laugh. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/be558185133639/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="easterpuentestongues" style="border: 3px solid rgb(0, 64, 0);" src="http://xbe.xanga.com/558c77e002d32185133639/z141962059.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and this is my cutie pie little sister, emily. she's seven and she's hilarious. the other day at prayer she began to cry as we watched a video about God's love....my dad asked her why she was crying and she said that she didn't know...but she just kept her eyes on that video and we knew that God was speaking to her. so cute. this is her on the day of her official adoption. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/e48ef185133612/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="adoptedemily" style="border: 3px solid rgb(0, 64, 0);" src="http://xe4.xanga.com/8efc26ea45231185133612/z141962035.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/653205456/pic-extravaganza.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>mother bear on a bike</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/652778418/mother-bear-on-a-bike.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/652778418/mother-bear-on-a-bike.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 10:46:45 GMT</pubDate><description>you know that "mother bear" instinct that mom's have? the thing that kicks in whenever you feel your child is in danger and you instantly become some kind of vigilante and develop super powers that amaze everyone?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ya...that is totally true. i am grossed out easily, but have plunged my hand into my child's vomit to see what the heck it was that he was throwing up..it looked like slugs and i was horrified to think that he had them inside of him so i "instinctively" picked it up and squashed it between my fingers to check. they were grapes. after i had time to think about it...i almost threw up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i am scared of bugs. but after seeing one crawling on my child's chest, i immediately grabbed it and smashed it with my fingers. spiders scare the crap out of me. but i didn't have time to think and i did something totally out of character and saved my child's life. i'm sure the itsy bitsy spider was completely harmless but that's not the point. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the point is...why can't i be that brave all the time? why can't my cat-like reflexes come at times of other emergencies (like flaming decorations at baby showers?)&amp;nbsp; and&amp;nbsp; stay with me during normal activities...like riding a stinkin' bike!  i have no balance, no control and i feel like i'm 7.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sam laughing at me in the background doesn't help either.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/dfe76185132587/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="esterbike" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xdf.xanga.com/e76c4aead0333185132587/z141961161.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/40a2b184703209/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Photo 108" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x40.xanga.com/a2bc714349c32184703209/z141594858.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; </description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/652778418/mother-bear-on-a-bike.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>his most holy reverend</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/651687360/his-most-holy-reverend.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/651687360/his-most-holy-reverend.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 13:19:25 GMT</pubDate><description>that is what i have to call sam now that he is ordained. :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/6efca183619803/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="holyreverendsam" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x6e.xanga.com/fcac42e3d1733183619803/z140653371.jpg" height="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;we took our first road trip to Kerrville this week as a family of four...and wow....that was LONG! thing were great on the way up...but coming back..it was insanity. why do our kids choose to poop when there are no rest stops around? and why does the second one poop five minutes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; we've just pulled over to change the first? these things we may never know....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but there were some fun times to be had. i took sam to Outdoor World (his first time) because i feel every man should have the experience of being in a place that's totally full of testoterone. it was amazing..we stopped at a new one outside of San Antonio and it was HUGE with waterfalls outside and inside and it was really like going to the zoo, they had so many stuffed animals..of course, the animals at the zoo aren't dead but judah loved it anyways and the gigantic fish tank provided great entertainment for all of us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;of course sam took me to a yarn shop because we have to have balance with all those hormones so that was nice...if not for anyone but me! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/38dc6183557831/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Photo 21" style="border: 3px solid rgb(32, 96, 32);" src="http://x38.xanga.com/dc6c540b77430183557831/z140600940.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;well i have to clean "his holiness the ordained minister of the lord's" house... ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/61cf0183557752/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Photo 77" style="border: 3px solid rgb(32, 96, 32);" src="http://x61.xanga.com/cf0c7204d3732183557752/z140600868.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; </description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/651687360/his-most-holy-reverend.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Anna Sophia</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/650229514/anna-sophia.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/650229514/anna-sophia.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 16:07:46 GMT</pubDate><description>our baby girl  is so fantastic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;she says "DaDa"&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/2cfe3182138128/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2576" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x2c.xanga.com/fe3c72e119232182138128/z139367279.jpg" height="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She says "MaMa"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/6d47b182138265/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2596" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x6d.xanga.com/47bc42ea74733182138265/z139367403.jpg" height="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/2b1ab182138045/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2597" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x2b.xanga.com/1abc2be570030182138045/z139367220.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and yesterday she took her first steps!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/16b9b182137956/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2609" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x16.xanga.com/b9bc77e2c6532182137956/z139367144.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/24a61182138474/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2598" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x24.xanga.com/a61c45e679132182138474/z139367560.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/d6783182138537/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2607" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xd6.xanga.com/783c72e147432182138537/z139367614.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;she wearing a top i knit her...her belly was a little bigger than i anticipated. :)&lt;br&gt; </description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/650229514/anna-sophia.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, March 11, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/646517389/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/646517389/item.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 10:00:06 GMT</pubDate><description> &lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/0c5d7177721429/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="P1010090" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x0c.xanga.com/5d7c706756535177721429/z135528917.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sam took me to the Opera House to see Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.....the movie is better...and not so long...and I feel differently now about Tennessee Williams but we had a good time getting out and it was a lot of fun. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Judah helped me bake some cookies...he ate most of the decorations...Sophia gave them 4 stars..&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/bc5ab177721593/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="P1010073" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xbc.xanga.com/5abc446018132177721593/z135529057.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/6e03c177721504/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="P1010086" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x6e.xanga.com/03cc546b40633177721504/z135528981.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/abbb7177721553/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="P1010088" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xab.xanga.com/bb7c526b41430177721553/z135529022.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;more cookie please??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; and these are pics for those of you who can't get enough of these kids... :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Judah in his new church clothes...&lt;br&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/6e735177721721/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="P1010033" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x6e.xanga.com/735c566020533177721721/z135529169.jpg" height="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sophie chillin...I knit those socks she's wearing...they don't fit her now...&lt;br&gt;  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/027e1177721769/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="P1010021" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x02.xanga.com/7e1c626770c35177721769/z135529208.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/e7fd9177721260/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="P1010023" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xe7.xanga.com/fd9c506ad7633177721260/z135528767.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Judah loves to wear Sam's shoes&lt;br&gt;  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/cca54177721353/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="P1010018" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xcc.xanga.com/a54c406035732177721353/z135528849.jpg" height="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;playing Soccer Ball!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/anotherchapter/6307d177721381/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="P1010038" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x63.xanga.com/07dc436bd8333177721381/z135528875.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; </description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anotherchapter/646517389/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>