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<channel><title>Crystalline Valley - edwards4</title><link>http://crystallinevalley.weebly.com/edwards4.html</link><description>edwards4</description><pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 02:08:33 +0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title>Edwards - Round Four</title><link>http://crystallinevalley.weebly.com/24/post/2008/04/first-post.html</link><comments>http://crystallinevalley.weebly.com/24/post/2008/04/first-post.html#comments</comments><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 17:15:54 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://crystallinevalley.weebly.com/24/post/2008/04/first-post.html</guid><description><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/2946873.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: left; "><STRONG>Derrick:</STRONG>&nbsp;All my life I wanted a younger sibling, so I wouldn't always be the baby of the family. Well, now I've got a little brother, and it's not all it's cracked up to be. If Ashton doesn't need a bottle, he needs&nbsp;a diaper [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/2946873.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: left; "><STRONG>Derrick:</STRONG>&nbsp;All my life I wanted a younger sibling, so I wouldn't always be the baby of the family. Well, now I've got a little brother, and it's not all it's cracked up to be. If Ashton doesn't need a bottle, he needs&nbsp;a diaper change. And who gets stuck changing all the diapers? Me, cause both my parents are at work.</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/8373242.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: left; "><STRONG>Derrick:</STRONG>&nbsp;I was more than relieved when Ashton's birthday came along. Now he was old enough to potty train, which meant no more dirty diapers for me!<br /></p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/3833.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: left; "><STRONG>Derrick: </STRONG>That same night Mom told us she had an announcement.<br /><STRONG>Jacklyn: </STRONG>I'm pregnant again! With twins!<br /><STRONG>Michael: </STRONG>This is fantastic news!<br /><STRONG>Derrick: </STRONG>For him, maybe. But for me? That's two times the diapers to change! Plus there's still a toddler in the house who needs feeding. I'm supposed to be preparing to go off for college, not running a daycare. But since complaining wouldn't change anything now, I kept all this to myself. Mom was going to have the twins if I liked it or not.</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/2264472.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: left; "><STRONG>Derrick: </STRONG>At least I had Jayden to talk to. She was coming around the house a lot more often than normal...</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/6771709.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: left; "><STRONG>Derrick: </STRONG>But I think that had a lot more to do with Ashton than it did with me! Jayden absolutely loves kids, and she was constantly holding him and playing with him.</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/6166748.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: left; "><STRONG>Derrick: </STRONG>And you have to admit.. my little brother <EM>is</EM> pretty adorable.<br /></p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/3743625.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: left; "><STRONG>Derrick: </STRONG>Finally Mom's due date came along and the twins were born. That's Carly in mom's arms, and Carson is the one Dad's feeding. They look exactly alike right now and it's really hard to tell them apart, but I'm sure that will get easier as they get older.<br /></p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/7476785.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: left; "><STRONG>Derrick: </STRONG>Of course, the twins' births weren't the only memorable thing to happen that day. Who says you can't like knowledge <EM>and</EM> girls?<br /></p>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>
