<?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-28214065</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 21:49:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Tveir montrassar</title><description></description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>292</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-607171025415282664</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T05:27:00.253-08:00</atom:updated><title>Nokkrar af leikskólanum hjá Ingu Bríeti.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SwKj9m4ZNAI/AAAAAAAAAw0/0RayhgVs_Xs/s1600/inga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405062781602444290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SwKj9m4ZNAI/AAAAAAAAAw0/0RayhgVs_Xs/s320/inga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inga í Fossvogsdalnum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SwKj9X7BFWI/AAAAAAAAAws/0SIYQZ2j-8Q/s1600/ganga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405062777586914658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SwKj9X7BFWI/AAAAAAAAAws/0SIYQZ2j-8Q/s320/ganga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inga með vinkonum sínum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SwKj9CDtfZI/AAAAAAAAAwk/bz6XN2BFgnA/s1600/flott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405062771717799314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SwKj9CDtfZI/AAAAAAAAAwk/bz6XN2BFgnA/s320/flott.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notalegt í dalnum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SwKj881qkII/AAAAAAAAAwc/h3FDi_wNSMw/s1600/blmskip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405062770316710018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SwKj881qkII/AAAAAAAAAwc/h3FDi_wNSMw/s320/blmskip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Krakkarnir á Birkilundi með fallegu skipin sín:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/28214065-607171025415282664?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/11/inga-i-fossvogsdalnum-inga-me-vinkonum.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SwKj9m4ZNAI/AAAAAAAAAw0/0RayhgVs_Xs/s72-c/inga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-2405761921326750966</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 13:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T05:17:19.404-08:00</atom:updated><title>Kristinn ánægður með að fá köku í drekkutímanum í leikskólanum:)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SwKiRdoIYxI/AAAAAAAAAwU/nHITfWr1bSI/s1600/ktbmedkoku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405060923692442386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SwKiRdoIYxI/AAAAAAAAAwU/nHITfWr1bSI/s320/ktbmedkoku.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/28214065-2405761921326750966?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/11/kristinn-angur-me-fa-koku-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SwKiRdoIYxI/AAAAAAAAAwU/nHITfWr1bSI/s72-c/ktbmedkoku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-7431317261037184190</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 21:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T14:07:02.045-08:00</atom:updated><title>Þrír góðir gullmolar....</title><description>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Við fórum með 2 skókassa í söfnuna "jól í skókassa" um seinustu helgi. Ég sagði við Ingu þegar við vorum að kaupa tannbursta og tannkrem, til að setja í skókassann, að við ætluðum að gefa börnum sem ættu ekki mömmu og pabba þetta. Þá sagði sú stutta: &lt;em&gt;" Fá þau að bursta sig sjálf??" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inga Bríet í aftursætinu: &lt;em&gt;Mamma, veistu, regnboginn þurrkar rigningu því sólin sko hitar regnbogann. Sólin er sko mamma regnbogans:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diskarnir voru ennþá á borðinu frá því í gærkvöldi þegar við komum fram í morgun. Þá sagði Inga Bríet: &lt;em&gt;Mamma, við erum bara eins og Kasper, Jesper og Jónatan. Við gleymum bara að taka til.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28214065-7431317261037184190?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/11/rir-goir-gullmolar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-8263244082865444867</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 23:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-06T15:03:51.654-08:00</atom:updated><title>Kristinn á náttfataballi:)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SvSrPDTV6CI/AAAAAAAAAwM/m_kv89eu8zU/s1600-h/ktb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401130128196888610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SvSrPDTV6CI/AAAAAAAAAwM/m_kv89eu8zU/s320/ktb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SvSrPGVkX9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/_xCrgEx6c3U/s1600-h/kov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401130129011531730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SvSrPGVkX9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/_xCrgEx6c3U/s320/kov.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SvSrO3m0hoI/AAAAAAAAAv8/KLiXt2Wq3F8/s1600-h/kogj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401130125057361538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SvSrO3m0hoI/AAAAAAAAAv8/KLiXt2Wq3F8/s320/kogj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sæti snúðurinn unir sér vel á leikskólanum:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/28214065-8263244082865444867?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/11/kristinn-nattfataballi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SvSrPDTV6CI/AAAAAAAAAwM/m_kv89eu8zU/s72-c/ktb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-7649023076707947412</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 21:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T13:30:19.218-08:00</atom:updated><title>Mamma, Dittinn meira kakó.....</title><description>svona er pilturinn orðinn duglegur að tjá sig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hann segir líka lekkoli sem þýðir að sjálfsögðu leikskóli:). Hann er alltaf að læra ný nöfn og segir nöfnin á nokkrum krökkum á deildinni sinni og á deildarstjóranum. Hann kann líka að segja Bergur "Beggu" og Pétur "Pedu" , þó hann kjósi nú að stríða honum með því að kalla hann afa núna:).&lt;br /&gt;Hann segir bíll, voff voff, kubba og svo segir hann "daginn" þegar við mætum fólki á göngu:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einn gullmoli frá Ingu Bríeti í lokinn. Hún spurði mig hvort íþróttaálfurinn ætti bara þessu bláu föt. Ég jánkaði því. Þá sagði hún strax: "Sullar hann þá aldrei á sig??"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28214065-7649023076707947412?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/11/mamma-dittinn-meira-kako.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</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-28214065.post-3209221250590773150</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 22:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T15:20:15.756-07:00</atom:updated><title>Duglegi Kristinn</title><description>Kristinn er stöðugt að bæta í orðaforðann þessa dagana. Hann er farinn að segja já, sem er mikið gleðiefni:). Hann segir líka kakó þegar hann vill fá kókómjólk og bendir á ýmislegt og segir "þetta er .......". Hann segir líka "atibæbæ" þegar hann vill sjá Latabæ. Latibær er í miklu uppáhaldi hjá honum og hann er orðinn ansi góður í að herma eftir íþróttaálfinum með ýmsum hreyfingum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hann er búinn að læra ýmislegt í leikskólanum, eins og að segja "takk fyrir" þegar hann er búinn að borða. Honum finnst gaman að teikna og leira og þegar ég náði í hann í dag var hann að púsla. Annars eru boltar ennþá í uppáhaldi hjá honum þó bílar séu orðnir þónokkuð vinsælir. Honum finnst líka rosa gaman að kubba og er farinn að geta byggt háa turna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28214065-3209221250590773150?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/10/duglegi-kristinn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-5538726784766828868</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 13:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T06:57:09.470-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kubbastund</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SumfKgS9WnI/AAAAAAAAAv0/6pgSWBU_HNw/s1600-h/P9170136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398020631197211250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SumfKgS9WnI/AAAAAAAAAv0/6pgSWBU_HNw/s320/P9170136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SumfKbXGA8I/AAAAAAAAAvs/cNsMiGHGEAg/s1600-h/P9170127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398020629872378818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SumfKbXGA8I/AAAAAAAAAvs/cNsMiGHGEAg/s320/P9170127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/28214065-5538726784766828868?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/10/kubbastund.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SumfKgS9WnI/AAAAAAAAAv0/6pgSWBU_HNw/s72-c/P9170136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-6252360856055920196</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T06:53:17.143-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mesti snúður í heimi</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SumeRuOOTFI/AAAAAAAAAvk/5NE3VPWMiuo/s1600-h/P7290003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398019655682903122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SumeRuOOTFI/AAAAAAAAAvk/5NE3VPWMiuo/s320/P7290003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/28214065-6252360856055920196?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/10/mesti-snuur-i-heimi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SumeRuOOTFI/AAAAAAAAAvk/5NE3VPWMiuo/s72-c/P7290003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-5341858544984806156</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 13:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T06:51:00.164-07:00</atom:updated><title>Frændsystkinin í Katlagili í sumar</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SumdcGdpXmI/AAAAAAAAAvc/grbOKeIsbgk/s1600-h/P8050005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398018734477106786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SumdcGdpXmI/AAAAAAAAAvc/grbOKeIsbgk/s320/P8050005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Líf og fjör&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SumdbxAbUUI/AAAAAAAAAvU/2_IP_vdsCPA/s1600-h/P8050029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398018728717406530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SumdbxAbUUI/AAAAAAAAAvU/2_IP_vdsCPA/s320/P8050029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þarna eru börnin að kalla í Línu langsokk, sem býr víst í húsinu þarna í fjarska:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SumdbWvf9iI/AAAAAAAAAvM/SqIxS9w1jhA/s1600-h/P8050024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398018721667085858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SumdbWvf9iI/AAAAAAAAAvM/SqIxS9w1jhA/s320/P8050024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ingveldur, Kristinn, Bergur, Inga og Karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/28214065-5341858544984806156?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/10/frndsystkinin-i-katlagili-i-sumar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SumdcGdpXmI/AAAAAAAAAvc/grbOKeIsbgk/s72-c/P8050005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-6015431496915137698</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T16:55:39.941-07:00</atom:updated><title>Í fyrsta skipti til tannlæknis</title><description>Ég fór með Ingu til tannlæknis í fyrsta skipti í dag. Inga stóð sig eins og hetja og tannlæknirinn hrósaði henni mikið hvað hún væri dugleg. Óhætt að mæla með þessum tannlækni ef einhver er að fara með barn í skoðun fljótlega.&lt;br /&gt;Hann byrjaði á því að gefa henni tannbursta, sem hún fékk að velja. Því næst rispaði hann nafnið hennar með bornum í tannburstann. Hann leyfði henni svo að tannbursta bangsa sem svo spýtti vatni út úr sér þegar hún var búin við mikla kátínu. Hann blés upp blöðru með loftinu í stólnum og hún fékk líka að prófa stólinn, færa hann upp og niður, fram og til baka o.s.frv. Svo setti hann vatn í glas og leyfði henni að soga það upp með sugunni. Hún fékk að prufa videogleraugu og velja sjálf myndina. Svo leyfði hann henni að nýta stólinn sem rennibraut:). &lt;br /&gt;Það var því lítið mál fyrir hann að fá hana til að opna munninn og leyfa honum að skoða tennurnar, nota tannþráð og setja flúor á. Tennurnar voru allar í fínu lagi:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hún fór því alsæl heim með tannbursta, blöðru og verðlaun; hring og bleikan gorm:).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28214065-6015431496915137698?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-fyrsta-skipti-til-tannlknis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-774342178912531317</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 22:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T16:00:22.109-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sætust!:)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/Sud7YvNPGwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/1S3pKeemyy8/s1600-h/PA260246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397418343345888002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/Sud7YvNPGwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/1S3pKeemyy8/s320/PA260246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/Sud7YIcXj6I/AAAAAAAAAu8/x63O6h4-kH4/s1600-h/PA260244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397418332940373922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/Sud7YIcXj6I/AAAAAAAAAu8/x63O6h4-kH4/s320/PA260244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/Sud7X98nMYI/AAAAAAAAAu0/O3l-1cmJkP8/s1600-h/PA260240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397418330122826114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/Sud7X98nMYI/AAAAAAAAAu0/O3l-1cmJkP8/s320/PA260240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/28214065-774342178912531317?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/10/stust.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/Sud7YvNPGwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/1S3pKeemyy8/s72-c/PA260246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-7099673257146874465</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 17:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T10:54:38.181-07:00</atom:updated><title>"Bíddu aðeins Inga mín...</title><description>....ég er að sinna bróður þínum, ég get ekki gert allt í einu" sagði ég. Þá svaraði Inga: " Mamma, þú getur það alveg, þú ert með tvær hendur!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28214065-7099673257146874465?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/10/biddu-aeins-inga-min.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-2400591215990050302</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 22:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-15T15:58:09.385-07:00</atom:updated><title>Inga og Jói Fel</title><description>Við Inga vorum að horfa á Jóa Fel um daginn. Jói var að baka, hann hrærði hráefnunum saman, skellti í form og 2 sekúndum síðar var kakan sýnd tilbúin. Þá sagði Inga Bríet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mamma, hann er miklu fljótari en þú að baka".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28214065-2400591215990050302?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/10/inga-og-joi-fel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-1037460201756128249</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 09:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-09T02:30:06.380-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sætar frænkur:)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/Ss8CgcAOGDI/AAAAAAAAAt8/oZYa5VlaC84/s1600-h/DSC04888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390530035281958962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/Ss8CgcAOGDI/AAAAAAAAAt8/oZYa5VlaC84/s320/DSC04888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/28214065-1037460201756128249?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/10/star-frnkur.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/Ss8CgcAOGDI/AAAAAAAAAt8/oZYa5VlaC84/s72-c/DSC04888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-2083121187322045685</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 21:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-24T14:20:32.220-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tveir góðir gullmolar</title><description>Þegar við Kristinn náðum í Ingu í leikskólann í dag þá sagði ég við Ingu að það væri nú bara gott veður úti. Inga svaraði um hæl: "Já, ég finn bara enga vindhviðu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inga Bríet fékk að sofna í sófanum hjá mér í kvöld því pabbi hennar er í fótbolta. Áður en hún sofnaði vorum við mæðgurnar að ræða jólin og jólasveinana. Ég sagði henni að jólasveinninn gæfi bara börnum sem svæfu í sínu rúmi í skóinn. Þá sagði Inga, sem veit fátt betra en að sofa í örygginu á milli foreldra sinna: "Ég þarf ekkert að fá í skóinn, ég á svo mikið dót".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28214065-2083121187322045685?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/09/tveir-goir-gullmolar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-2572209465330017249</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 12:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T05:42:14.644-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kristinn leikskólastrákur</title><description>Kristinn Tjörvi er byrjaður á leikskóla og líkar vel. Hann var mjög fljótur að aðlagast, sjálfur mömmustrákurinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein góða af Kristni: Hann var kominn upp í í gærmorgun, og vildi svo ólmur komast á fætur. Bjössi lyfti honum yfir sig og niður á gólf. Kristinn tölti út úr herberginu og koma til baka skömmu síðar með Moggann og Fréttablaðið. Hrein snilld! Núna þarf bara að kenna honum á kaffivélina:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allt gott að frétta líka af stóru systur. Hún er alltaf jafn sniðug. Hún fór í 3 1/2 árs skoðun í gær og tók það í nösina!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28214065-2572209465330017249?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/09/kristinn-leikskolastrakur.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-6085919563608118061</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 21:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T14:49:21.541-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mamma, þetta er búið....</title><description>....sagði sonur minn við mig í dag þegar hann var búinn með kringluna sína:). Þetta er fyrsta alvöru setningin hans, hann hefur áður bara sagt tvö orð saman eins og "mamma meira" og svoleiðis. Hann benti líka á mynd af sjálfum sér og sagði "Ditti".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einn gullmoli frá stóru stelpunni í lokin. Við grófum upp framgarðinn hjá okkur fyrr í sumar og konan sem býr við hliðina á okkur gerði það líka. Hún er búin að setja hellur hjá sér en við erum ekki búin að gera neitt hjá okkur enn. Inga virti þetta fyrir sér í gær og sagði við mig:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mamma, af hverju er ekki búin að vaxa stétt hjá okkur??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28214065-6085919563608118061?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/09/mamma-etta-er-bui.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-8008627640903638692</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 22:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T16:01:38.595-07:00</atom:updated><title>Nýtt af molunum</title><description>Inga Bríet er komin á nýja deild í leikskólanum og er heldur betur ánægð með það. Hún segir öllum frá því sem hún hittir, að hún sé ekki lengur á deild með börnum sem eru með bleyju, snuð o.s.frv. Bara með stórum krökkum:) hehe....&lt;br /&gt;Nýjasta nýtt er að muldra eitthvað "rjapsíkrúdell" og spyrja mig hvort ég viti hvað þetta þýði. Hún segist vera að tala útlensku:). Það er líka allt í "þykjó" núna. Ekki nógu cool að segja "í þykjustunni".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristinn er orðinn algjör krakki. Hann bætir rólega við nýjum orðum. Nýjasta hjá honum er að segja k(r)akkar og (h)oppa. Hann hoppaði líka jafnfætis um daginn og var ekkert smá hissa og montinn með sig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28214065-8008627640903638692?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/08/nytt-af-molunum.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</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-28214065.post-6584032679929420625</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 23:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-04T16:32:32.043-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pottþétt skemmtun að vera nálægt Ingu Bríeti</title><description>Við lentum við hliðina á mömmu og pabba á ljósum og það var auðvitað vinkað á milljón og svona. Á næstu ljósum segir Inga: "Hver er núna við hliðina á okkur?"&lt;br /&gt;Ég leit snöggt til hliðar, sá rauðhærða konu með tvær fléttur og sagðist ekki vita það. Þá sagði Inga Bríet :"Kannski er þetta Lína langsokkur......" Við foreldrarnir sprungum auðvitað úr hlátri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Við keyrðum líka fram hjá stóru skilti og þar var mynd af Páli Óskari. Þá sagðist Inga elska Pál Óskar. Stuttu seinna spurði hún mig hvort ég elskaði hann ekki líka og hvort mig langaði ekki til að knúsa hann. Ég spurði hana strax á móti hvort hún vildi ekki bara gera það. Nei, það vildi hún ekki en sagðist vilja sjá mig gera það......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28214065-6584032679929420625?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/08/pottett-skemmtun-vera-nalgt-ingu-brieti.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-7388591486690277730</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 19:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-29T12:27:35.723-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sommer</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SnCf41_iu8I/AAAAAAAAAtc/AyfKd-OrVpc/s1600-h/P7170140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363962955113348034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SnCf41_iu8I/AAAAAAAAAtc/AyfKd-OrVpc/s320/P7170140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mesta stuðboltaprinsessa í heimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SnCf4jx7gyI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Oi1NlDa-XI0/s1600-h/P7200223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363962950224413474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SnCf4jx7gyI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Oi1NlDa-XI0/s320/P7200223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flott saman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SnCf4LwARUI/AAAAAAAAAtM/_bJRLpXH3JY/s1600-h/P7150099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363962943773885762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SnCf4LwARUI/AAAAAAAAAtM/_bJRLpXH3JY/s320/P7150099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Þessi er alltaf brosandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SnCf3hURFdI/AAAAAAAAAtE/duIsPJyt3zE/s1600-h/P7150087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363962932383258066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SnCf3hURFdI/AAAAAAAAAtE/duIsPJyt3zE/s320/P7150087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Namm, ís!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/28214065-7388591486690277730?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/07/sommer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SnCf41_iu8I/AAAAAAAAAtc/AyfKd-OrVpc/s72-c/P7170140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-3070647791159324888</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 22:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T15:10:48.594-07:00</atom:updated><title>Flott tríó:)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/Sm929PAcyaI/AAAAAAAAAs8/haPmnb8KBM4/s1600-h/20090728210746_25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363636475594066338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/Sm929PAcyaI/AAAAAAAAAs8/haPmnb8KBM4/s320/20090728210746_25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Svo góð systkini:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/Sm928w4qMdI/AAAAAAAAAs0/GPWMfv7TWRw/s1600-h/20090728210739_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363636467508326866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/Sm928w4qMdI/AAAAAAAAAs0/GPWMfv7TWRw/s320/20090728210739_23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kristinn að segja "dííííssssssss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/Sm928mxK4mI/AAAAAAAAAss/Ym11T6PaqZg/s1600-h/20090728210735_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363636464792560226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/Sm928mxK4mI/AAAAAAAAAss/Ym11T6PaqZg/s320/20090728210735_22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Krúttspengjur!:) Inga Bríet, Kristinn Tjörvi og Kristina Ósk:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/28214065-3070647791159324888?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/07/flott-trio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/Sm929PAcyaI/AAAAAAAAAs8/haPmnb8KBM4/s72-c/20090728210746_25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-4453727249783141461</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 22:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-27T15:07:27.342-07:00</atom:updated><title>Litlu snillingarnir</title><description>Inga benti mér á dýr í dýragarðinum og spurði mig hvað það héti. Ég sagðist ekki vita það. Þá sagði sú stutta: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Þarf þá ekki bara að skíra það??"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristinn er alltaf að bæta við orðum. Hann er eins og systir sín, alltaf brosandi og í stuði, þannig að hér á bæ er alltaf gaman. Hann elskar líka að láta taka myndir af sér, setur upp þvílíkt bros og segir: "Dííííssssssssss".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set inn sumarfrísmyndir von bráðar:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28214065-4453727249783141461?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/07/litlu-snillingarnir.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</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-28214065.post-960180812258446622</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-29T14:11:34.079-07:00</atom:updated><title>Stanslausar pælingar</title><description>&lt;em&gt;"Mamma, af hverju vorum við Kristinn í maganum á þér, borðaðir þú okkur?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nei, Inga mín."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hvernig komust við þá í magann á þér??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;ég náði að snúa mér einhvernveginn út úr þessu.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28214065-960180812258446622?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/06/stanslausar-plingar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-3888406354473009170</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 08:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-19T01:46:52.425-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sól og sumar</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SjtPw_yNwKI/AAAAAAAAArw/gjNSrn8EG2M/s1600-h/P6170021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348956685606961314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SjtPw_yNwKI/AAAAAAAAArw/gjNSrn8EG2M/s320/P6170021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Systkinin hita upp að morgni 17. júní :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SjtPwvrJcCI/AAAAAAAAAro/KdsPqbyLQ3c/s1600-h/P6170023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348956681282351138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SjtPwvrJcCI/AAAAAAAAAro/KdsPqbyLQ3c/s320/P6170023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flottastur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SjtPwI3_nPI/AAAAAAAAArg/PILmAVF7Mnc/s1600-h/P6180033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348956670867250418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SjtPwI3_nPI/AAAAAAAAArg/PILmAVF7Mnc/s320/P6180033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silja María og Inga Bríet í villtri sveiflu að dansa við Jungle drumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SjtPv2x163I/AAAAAAAAArY/UbWVvJT9HaQ/s1600-h/P6180036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348956666009611122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SjtPv2x163I/AAAAAAAAArY/UbWVvJT9HaQ/s320/P6180036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Borðað úti í blíðunni í gær:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/28214065-3888406354473009170?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/06/sol-og-sumar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SjtPw_yNwKI/AAAAAAAAArw/gjNSrn8EG2M/s72-c/P6170021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214065.post-5141736956646136290</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 08:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-12T01:43:28.114-07:00</atom:updated><title>Fleiri af sumarhátíð</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SjIU9nD4C4I/AAAAAAAAArQ/eayLNigvGHw/s1600-h/P6110078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346358756332014466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SjIU9nD4C4I/AAAAAAAAArQ/eayLNigvGHw/s320/P6110078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SjIU9FOP7TI/AAAAAAAAArI/tBVIRLdZ53U/s1600-h/P6110093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346358747248717106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SjIU9FOP7TI/AAAAAAAAArI/tBVIRLdZ53U/s320/P6110093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SjIU8pMahcI/AAAAAAAAArA/9upOjKSQ7rU/s1600-h/P6110061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346358739724830146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SjIU8pMahcI/AAAAAAAAArA/9upOjKSQ7rU/s320/P6110061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SjIU8SyVHjI/AAAAAAAAAq4/5eBmn9Ma29g/s1600-h/P6110066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346358733709844018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SjIU8SyVHjI/AAAAAAAAAq4/5eBmn9Ma29g/s320/P6110066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/28214065-5141736956646136290?l=ingabriet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ingabriet.blogspot.com/2009/06/fleiri-af-sumarhati.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (herborg)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eaTgpE0lemk/SjIU9nD4C4I/AAAAAAAAArQ/eayLNigvGHw/s72-c/P6110078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>