<?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-4676428736845215851</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:21:48.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah and Seth Nash</title><subtitle type='html'>This is our blog that our mom created to let everyone know about us. We are twins! We are two years old. Sarah is older by 50 min. Sarah has always been the tallest and Seth has always weighed the most. We love each other and love being together!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssnash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssnash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nash Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676428736845215851.post-616715722633682150</id><published>2008-07-15T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:48:31.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/SH1XOfwr4HI/AAAAAAAAC5k/YuXp3DuzYqc/s1600-h/summer-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223427049375129714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/SH1XOfwr4HI/AAAAAAAAC5k/YuXp3DuzYqc/s320/summer-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/SH1XO0Frw-I/AAAAAAAAC5s/f7dwa_TCTrI/s1600-h/summer-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223427054831911906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/SH1XO0Frw-I/AAAAAAAAC5s/f7dwa_TCTrI/s320/summer-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/SH1XPYBKYlI/AAAAAAAAC50/cWcnDs1IoiI/s1600-h/summer-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223427064476623442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/SH1XPYBKYlI/AAAAAAAAC50/cWcnDs1IoiI/s320/summer-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/SH1XPvcellI/AAAAAAAAC58/FE-QImskpT4/s1600-h/summer-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223427070765209170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/SH1XPvcellI/AAAAAAAAC58/FE-QImskpT4/s320/summer-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/SH1XQFXqgmI/AAAAAAAAC6E/0k6rTHCQ5Ss/s1600-h/summer-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223427076650599010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/SH1XQFXqgmI/AAAAAAAAC6E/0k6rTHCQ5Ss/s320/summer-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my  favorite time to take pictures is Sunday mornings. We are all ready for church and no one is messy, yet. Shortly after taking these Seth decided to tide his tricycle. Needless to say the nice white shirt and pale blue seersucker shorts never made it to church this week. I did not get a photo of outfit#2. My favorite photo time had passed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4676428736845215851-616715722633682150?l=ssnash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default/616715722633682150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default/616715722633682150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssnash.blogspot.com/2008/07/ready-for-church.html' title='Ready for church'/><author><name>Nash Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/SH1XOfwr4HI/AAAAAAAAC5k/YuXp3DuzYqc/s72-c/summer-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676428736845215851.post-1337087974504938923</id><published>2007-08-18T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T03:49:25.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RsbNgSjiclI/AAAAAAAAB2g/vsA7_nXoCNc/s1600-h/sarahp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099989582664069714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RsbNgSjiclI/AAAAAAAAB2g/vsA7_nXoCNc/s320/sarahp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RsbNgijicmI/AAAAAAAAB2o/skf6sd3KWzg/s1600-h/sethg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099989586959037026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RsbNgijicmI/AAAAAAAAB2o/skf6sd3KWzg/s320/sethg3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah's hair is getting so long! She does not like to have it fixed into ponytails and such. I convinced her to sit still one day while I braided it. She looked so cute. She is such a pretty girl! Seth also has great hair! Ever since he was a baby you can spike his hair just by combing it when it is wet. It will stay this way for several hours with out the aid of gel, mousse, or hairspray. Eventually it will fall down, but we have fun while it lasts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4676428736845215851-1337087974504938923?l=ssnash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default/1337087974504938923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default/1337087974504938923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssnash.blogspot.com/2007/08/cute-hair.html' title='Cute Hair'/><author><name>Nash Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RsbNgSjiclI/AAAAAAAAB2g/vsA7_nXoCNc/s72-c/sarahp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676428736845215851.post-2709870494748314014</id><published>2007-07-31T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:35:30.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We love being together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/Rq_wtSHGG8I/AAAAAAAABsw/Y2J9VkuaG60/s1600-h/seth4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093554364325698498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/Rq_wtSHGG8I/AAAAAAAABsw/Y2J9VkuaG60/s320/seth4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/Rq_vuiHGG3I/AAAAAAAABsI/gTnJi4t7aE8/s1600-h/twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093553286288907122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/Rq_vuiHGG3I/AAAAAAAABsI/gTnJi4t7aE8/s320/twins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/Rq_vvCHGG4I/AAAAAAAABsQ/vuoGVWxY9b4/s1600-h/twins2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093553294878841730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/Rq_vvCHGG4I/AAAAAAAABsQ/vuoGVWxY9b4/s320/twins2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/Rq_vvSHGG5I/AAAAAAAABsY/68b50GOqhV4/s1600-h/twins3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093553299173809042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/Rq_vvSHGG5I/AAAAAAAABsY/68b50GOqhV4/s320/twins3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/Rq_vvyHGG6I/AAAAAAAABsg/rN-y9NkaJiU/s1600-h/twins4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093553307763743650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/Rq_vvyHGG6I/AAAAAAAABsg/rN-y9NkaJiU/s320/twins4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/Rq_vwiHGG7I/AAAAAAAABso/cTBHYFf_MVM/s1600-h/sarah4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093553320648645554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/Rq_vwiHGG7I/AAAAAAAABso/cTBHYFf_MVM/s320/sarah4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again I caught Seth and Sarah just loving on each other. I am constantly reminded of how incredibly close they are to each other. They don't like being separated at all. If one wakes up before the other they will go and wake up the one who is still sleeping. If one wants cereal the other wants cereal. If one has on flip flops the other wants flip flops. You get my drift. I know this goes on between all siblings and close friends, but I can see a difference between these two. They just love playing and being together. Yes they do fight, but all in all they are pretty content with each other. I am so amazed at how creative God is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4676428736845215851-2709870494748314014?l=ssnash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default/2709870494748314014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default/2709870494748314014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssnash.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-love-being-together.html' title='We love being together.'/><author><name>Nash Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/Rq_wtSHGG8I/AAAAAAAABsw/Y2J9VkuaG60/s72-c/seth4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676428736845215851.post-3106269352505951136</id><published>2007-07-12T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:01:27.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>playin in the pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RpYyXVr2wjI/AAAAAAAABC4/mFk3pb-V46Y/s1600-h/seth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086308205701022258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RpYyXVr2wjI/AAAAAAAABC4/mFk3pb-V46Y/s320/seth2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RpYyXlr2wkI/AAAAAAAABDA/AmGD72KS-18/s1600-h/seth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086308209995989570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RpYyXlr2wkI/AAAAAAAABDA/AmGD72KS-18/s320/seth3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RpYyX1r2wlI/AAAAAAAABDI/Y2oLnsUa-DA/s1600-h/seth4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086308214290956882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RpYyX1r2wlI/AAAAAAAABDI/Y2oLnsUa-DA/s320/seth4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RpYyYVr2wmI/AAAAAAAABDQ/vFhhvTt2UEY/s1600-h/twins3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086308222880891490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RpYyYVr2wmI/AAAAAAAABDQ/vFhhvTt2UEY/s320/twins3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RpYyYlr2wnI/AAAAAAAABDY/UBq-yuSGVmk/s1600-h/twins4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086308227175858802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RpYyYlr2wnI/AAAAAAAABDY/UBq-yuSGVmk/s320/twins4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah and Seth love playing in the water together. Usually they just sit, splash and pour water into the toys. Today Seth decided that he needed the big floatie. I guess he saw the other kids use it in the big pool. He went and got it and carried it to his wading pool. It was a little funny to watch him figure out the best way to get it to his pool. I don't think he took in to consideration Sarah. The floatie took up almost all the space and she was not to thrilled at being squished into the leftover room. Oh, well things worked out and now they love swimming in the big pool. There is lots of room for everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4676428736845215851-3106269352505951136?l=ssnash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default/3106269352505951136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default/3106269352505951136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssnash.blogspot.com/2007/07/playin-in-pool.html' title='playin in the pool'/><author><name>Nash Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RpYyXVr2wjI/AAAAAAAABC4/mFk3pb-V46Y/s72-c/seth2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676428736845215851.post-3300752671155596917</id><published>2007-06-15T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T20:26:53.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RnNXtlPH63I/AAAAAAAAA_E/IHlIcSf7Mg8/s1600-h/playdate+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076497645577956210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RnNXtlPH63I/AAAAAAAAA_E/IHlIcSf7Mg8/s320/playdate+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago our mom watched one of our favorite friends from church. His name is Nate. We love to play with him. He is two weeks older than us. We had so much fun playing outside, inside, downstairs and upstairs! We kept mom busy but she kept saying you all are being so good. We are sure we were no trouble at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4676428736845215851-3300752671155596917?l=ssnash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default/3300752671155596917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default/3300752671155596917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssnash.blogspot.com/2007/06/playdate.html' title='Playdate'/><author><name>Nash Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RnNXtlPH63I/AAAAAAAAA_E/IHlIcSf7Mg8/s72-c/playdate+14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676428736845215851.post-6264453946559284298</id><published>2007-06-14T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:05:22.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matching outfits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RnGbgVPH6AI/AAAAAAAAA2w/JiWQTAa99Tw/s1600-h/outside1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076009234781956098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RnGbgVPH6AI/AAAAAAAAA2w/JiWQTAa99Tw/s320/outside1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RnGbhFPH6BI/AAAAAAAAA24/eEzYW862TVU/s1600-h/outside2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076009247666858002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RnGbhFPH6BI/AAAAAAAAA24/eEzYW862TVU/s320/outside2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RnGbhlPH6CI/AAAAAAAAA3A/E4qfLfVhmwk/s1600-h/outside3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076009256256792610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RnGbhlPH6CI/AAAAAAAAA3A/E4qfLfVhmwk/s320/outside3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RnGbh1PH6DI/AAAAAAAAA3I/gzA-GRNwCE8/s1600-h/outside4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076009260551759922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RnGbh1PH6DI/AAAAAAAAA3I/gzA-GRNwCE8/s320/outside4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RnGbiFPH6EI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/li80JgA39kE/s1600-h/outside5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076009264846727234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RnGbiFPH6EI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/li80JgA39kE/s320/outside5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I searched high and low last year, and this spring for these matching outfits. I just had my heart set on them. Well I looked on e-bay and after many attempts I finally have the outfits I wanted. These are not the best pictures but I thought I would include them on their blog anyway. It was very sunny outside so I had a hard time getting them to look at me, go figure :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4676428736845215851-6264453946559284298?l=ssnash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default/6264453946559284298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default/6264453946559284298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssnash.blogspot.com/2007/06/matching-outfits.html' title='Matching outfits'/><author><name>Nash Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RnGbgVPH6AI/AAAAAAAAA2w/JiWQTAa99Tw/s72-c/outside1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676428736845215851.post-4408851430538537928</id><published>2007-04-27T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:30:31.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love of Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RjHeYS6g0eI/AAAAAAAAAnE/-nf4lv6LBZ8/s1600-h/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058068365489263074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RjHeYS6g0eI/AAAAAAAAAnE/-nf4lv6LBZ8/s320/sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of my kids love to read or be read too! Sarah is no exception. We let the twins "read" books in their beds at night to wind down before going to sleep. Sarah at the mere mention of bed has been known to run for the bookshelf and grab as many books as she can/cannot carry. You might think this is just a random choice or "grab what you can" method but let me assure it is very calculated. She knows what books are still in her bed from the night before and she knows what she needs for tonight! If you dare try to convince her that maybe one or two books would be fine you are up for a two year olds version of arguing. I have even tried the method of get to her room first and remove some of the books that are already there. Let me assure you this does not get past any child of mine. If books are to be removed from the bed they have to be done by sneaking in after hours ( if you know what I mean) or just by trying once and for all to be the adult and putting my foot down. One afternoon during nap time she fell asleep with a book on her face. I thought it was cute so I took a picture to remember that a love of reading can start very early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4676428736845215851-4408851430538537928?l=ssnash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default/4408851430538537928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default/4408851430538537928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssnash.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-of-reading.html' title='Love of Reading'/><author><name>Nash Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RjHeYS6g0eI/AAAAAAAAAnE/-nf4lv6LBZ8/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676428736845215851.post-7885058338269693388</id><published>2007-04-27T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:11:34.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He did it/She did it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RjHaQi6g0cI/AAAAAAAAAm0/ksTPzil-G-o/s1600-h/hdisdi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058063834298765762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RjHaQi6g0cI/AAAAAAAAAm0/ksTPzil-G-o/s320/hdisdi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RjHaQy6g0dI/AAAAAAAAAm8/obEjuZziF6Q/s1600-h/sdihdi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058063838593733074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RjHaQy6g0dI/AAAAAAAAAm8/obEjuZziF6Q/s320/sdihdi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nanny bought us these super cute shirts. They say He did it or She did it. They are just perfect for this age and they always bring lots of smiles from everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4676428736845215851-7885058338269693388?l=ssnash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default/7885058338269693388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default/7885058338269693388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssnash.blogspot.com/2007/04/he-did-itshe-did-it.html' title='He did it/She did it'/><author><name>Nash Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RjHaQi6g0cI/AAAAAAAAAm0/ksTPzil-G-o/s72-c/hdisdi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676428736845215851.post-855863527703728180</id><published>2007-04-27T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:00:52.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RjHWAS6g0bI/AAAAAAAAAms/wzuSDX5dCJQ/s1600-h/ss5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058059157079380402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RjHWAS6g0bI/AAAAAAAAAms/wzuSDX5dCJQ/s320/ss5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Sunday morning I dressed the twins in matching colors, not really planning too. As we were loading the car I grabbed my camera and told them to smile for me. I loved the way they held hands. They really do have a bond that the others kids do not. It is really sweet to see them care for each other and talk and play together. There are a few more pictures of this day if you click on" Our Photo Albums".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4676428736845215851-855863527703728180?l=ssnash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default/855863527703728180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676428736845215851/posts/default/855863527703728180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssnash.blogspot.com/2007/04/twin-love.html' title='Twin Love'/><author><name>Nash Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2_MH6kNUhY/RjHWAS6g0bI/AAAAAAAAAms/wzuSDX5dCJQ/s72-c/ss5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
