<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post3696376552809406215..comments</id><updated>2009-03-17T21:43:40.633-04:00</updated><category term='Design files'/><category term='Broad Ripple'/><category term='Motherhood'/><category term='Matilda the Opossum'/><category term='Babies'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Indoor Play'/><category term='Toys'/><category term='Get Out of Town'/><category term='Toddlers'/><category term='Outdoor Play'/><category term='Memory lane'/><category term='Parks'/><category term='Family Play'/><category term='Buy Local'/><category term='I&apos;m not irrational'/><category term='Art'/><category term='31 Days'/><category term='Product Reviews'/><category term='This is my life'/><category term='Local Artists'/><category term='Carmel'/><category term='Morning thoughts'/><category term='Downtown'/><category term='No'/><category term='Nap Time in Naptown'/><category term='Madeline'/><category term='Restaurants'/><category term='Toddler'/><category term='Online Retail'/><category term='Dowtown'/><category term='Sporting Events'/><category term='Northside'/><category term='Handmade'/><category term='Holidays and traditions'/><category term='My rockin&apos; family'/><category term='Free'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Hubby'/><category term='Family Bliss'/><category term='Outdoor Fun'/><category term='You must go here'/><category term='Recipes even I can&apos;t screw up'/><category term='Youth'/><category term='Noblesville'/><category term='Museums'/><category term='Retail'/><title type='text'>Comments on Heart Gone Walking :: Smatterings from an Indianapolis mom: The time my heart stopped beating</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.heartgonewalking.com/feeds/3696376552809406215/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/3696376552809406215/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/03/time-my-heart-stopped-beating.html'/><author><name>Katie @ Heart Gone Walking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951338682897298919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3Vhhp45J5o/TQoYqafU_2I/AAAAAAAADWc/alYsttJ_HJs/S220/headshotTwitter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-849873951728145809</id><published>2009-03-17T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:43:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so proud of you for doing away with the paci-...</title><content type='html'>I am so proud of you for doing away with the paci-- seriously I am not tough enough to deal with that quite yet. We switched cohen to a toddler bed about a month ago....... he is back to his crib.... I was way to tired to deal with cohen and olivia crying all night long--- GO KATIE!!!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/3696376552809406215/comments/default/849873951728145809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/3696376552809406215/comments/default/849873951728145809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/03/time-my-heart-stopped-beating.html?showComment=1237340580000#c849873951728145809' title=''/><author><name>The Clark Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406882819892849434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/03/time-my-heart-stopped-beating.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-3696376552809406215' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/posts/default/3696376552809406215' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1602175528'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-7523703448359322631</id><published>2009-03-17T05:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T05:36:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, poor little baby girl.  Growing up is tough.  ...</title><content type='html'>Oh, poor little baby girl.  Growing up is tough.  :(  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;All of mine have been so different...Kate went into the big girl bed (it was a toddler bed converted from her crib.  I highly recommend a toddler bed if you're afraid of her falling out.  Either that, or get those temporary rails that go along the sides of the bed so she won't fall out.)  Little Kate NEVER got out of that bed.  Seriously.  She would yell down for me when she was ready to get up.  Never once got up.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;William wouldn't stay in bed.  It took him a while to understand that he needed to be in that bed.  It was a little difficult.  Actually it was a LOT difficult for a while.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Henry, I used to lay down with Henry until he fell asleep.  :)  Because I thought he was my baby, and I couldn't resist his cute red curls and his fat cheeks.  :)  But he slept well once he was asleep.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I have no idea what to expect of Ella.  None.  But we will wait until she has learned how to climb out of the bed, or until she is old enough to understand that she is not allowed to get up.  And we will use the toddler bed with the raised bar so she won't fall out.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And as for potty training...wait until she's ready.  Otherwise you're setting everyone up for a rough time.  And when they're ready?  it is really really easy.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;That was a book.  Sorry.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/3696376552809406215/comments/default/7523703448359322631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/3696376552809406215/comments/default/7523703448359322631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/03/time-my-heart-stopped-beating.html?showComment=1237282560000#c7523703448359322631' title=''/><author><name>Kristen@nosmallthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11179729832299127748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_2DHlSnZTs/SWEFir0gN-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8ANlZ7IDfmQ/S220/A+Little+Tutu+by+the+Window-Picnik.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/03/time-my-heart-stopped-beating.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-3696376552809406215' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/posts/default/3696376552809406215' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1391347643'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-5405944848061733535</id><published>2009-03-16T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:34:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Thuds" are the scariest sound on the planet aren'...</title><content type='html'>"Thuds" are the scariest sound on the planet aren't they?  Yes, indeed let the fun begin :-)  You'll get through potty training and big beds like a champ.  Sometimes it is just as hard for Mama to transition to these things isn't it?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/3696376552809406215/comments/default/5405944848061733535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/3696376552809406215/comments/default/5405944848061733535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/03/time-my-heart-stopped-beating.html?showComment=1237257240000#c5405944848061733535' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989207654605862713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04509106381371106900'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-XPufd09g4s/SaR_cl5nyUI/AAAAAAAACWc/K4IbFbhn7JM/S220/IMG_0156.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/03/time-my-heart-stopped-beating.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-3696376552809406215' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/posts/default/3696376552809406215' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-2115729184'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-8860955598305694111</id><published>2009-03-16T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:23:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie, I should have included, "Please give me adv...</title><content type='html'>Katie, I should have included, "Please give me advice" because I have no idea what to do. Start with the real deal or just a mattress on the floor? And I didn't even think about gates. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Anyone else, help! How did you do this?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/3696376552809406215/comments/default/8860955598305694111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/3696376552809406215/comments/default/8860955598305694111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/03/time-my-heart-stopped-beating.html?showComment=1237238580000#c8860955598305694111' title=''/><author><name>Katie @ Heart Gone Walking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951338682897298919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B3Vhhp45J5o/SGoy2E2qOLI/AAAAAAAAAt0/nLDeOztUU18/S220/65.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/03/time-my-heart-stopped-beating.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-3696376552809406215' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/posts/default/3696376552809406215' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-458947914'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-2401877147587207237</id><published>2009-03-16T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:10:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How old is Madi now? Great that she's paci free al...</title><content type='html'>How old is Madi now? Great that she's paci free already! You've probably already been bombarded with advice but Olivia started sleeping in a toddler bed at 18 months and I just used a gate at her door so that she couldn't escape her room in the middle of the night :). Though Liv never tried to escape her crip...though I'm not putting it past Jackson. We'll just have to see. let the fun begin! :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/3696376552809406215/comments/default/2401877147587207237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/3696376552809406215/comments/default/2401877147587207237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/03/time-my-heart-stopped-beating.html?showComment=1237237800000#c2401877147587207237' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05489946297499171675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09091521088028442020'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOjfkDmCssQ/SKw3MojzYJI/AAAAAAAAAJM/i79Ygx0RZ0o/S220/mommy+and+Jackson.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/03/time-my-heart-stopped-beating.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-3696376552809406215' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/posts/default/3696376552809406215' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1381235624'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-1771343408453012201</id><published>2009-03-16T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:52:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch! &lt;br&gt;We did the big girl bed pretty early and...</title><content type='html'>Ouch! &lt;BR/&gt;We did the big girl bed pretty early and then created an unholy fire hazard maze of baby gates.  At one point I had to pass through three gates to get to the kitchen.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/3696376552809406215/comments/default/1771343408453012201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/3696376552809406215/comments/default/1771343408453012201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/03/time-my-heart-stopped-beating.html?showComment=1237236720000#c1771343408453012201' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378421551422918709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H0-5a5_ziPU/R-1Ui4IWBII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uMGXFQ5uORI/S220/DSC08831_2.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/03/time-my-heart-stopped-beating.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-3696376552809406215' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/posts/default/3696376552809406215' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-164617454'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-1071296279625674539</id><published>2009-03-16T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:20:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor baby girl. Poor you! I feel for you...there's...</title><content type='html'>Poor baby girl. Poor you! I feel for you...there's nothing like hearing that thud or whatever to make your heart stop. Glad she's doing so well without the paci...that's a huge deal!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/3696376552809406215/comments/default/1071296279625674539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/3696376552809406215/comments/default/1071296279625674539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/03/time-my-heart-stopped-beating.html?showComment=1237234800000#c1071296279625674539' title=''/><author><name>jen@odbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669577977587833584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBkF06zFbOY/SRcOcotqRlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wY0GhWCOhMc/S220/3monkeysbeach.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.heartgonewalking.com/2009/03/time-my-heart-stopped-beating.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415003765104222417.post-3696376552809406215' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415003765104222417/posts/default/3696376552809406215' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-178711852'/></entry></feed>
