<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477129609251225008</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 01:22:31 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Newell Family</title><description></description><link>http://bryanandkatie.net/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Katie N.)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477129609251225008.post-7866803874333155977</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T18:22:31.184-07:00</atom:updated><title>11 Months Old</title><description>It doesn't matter how many times you say it, or hear other people talk about it, or have your mother remind you about it - it is true that children grow up too quickly! The very fact that Claire has under a month until her first birthday is just plain crazy. Ridiculous even. Which probably means that the task of planning a first birthday party should be tackled sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Claire is now officially 11 months old, she is very petite, as evidenced by her 0-3 month shoes that fit perfectly. She is incredibly active, crawls a mile a minute, and pulls up to investigate nearly everything - but has zero interest in walking. It is incredible to watch her personality continue to develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bryanandkatie.net/uploaded_images/IMG_0965_2-771129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://bryanandkatie.net/uploaded_images/IMG_0965_2-770632.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8477129609251225008-7866803874333155977?l=bryanandkatie.net'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bryanandkatie.net/2009/05/11-months-old.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katie N.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8477129609251225008.post-4403420076734529606</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 01:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-12T18:53:18.476-07:00</atom:updated><title>"It Sure is a Nice Day"</title><description>That's what our three year old son Hudson told us today as he was peddling his three wheeler down the sidewalk on the way to the neighborhood ice cream store. I followed behind, with ten month old Claire perched in the stroller beneath a lemon yellow sun hat. Bryan was up ahead with our digital camera, grabbing some video footage of our outing, sure to be used in some future family video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, Hudson hit the nail on the head. It sure was a nice day today - sunny, mild and just enough of a breeze to keep cool and comfortable. It was a nice day to spend time eating ice cream as a family and then playing in the backyard. 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