<?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-7950458022752698109</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:55:35.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hewey Family News</title><subtitle type='html'>Mother of an almost 6-year-old boy and a 2-year-old girl, trying to be a serious business woman for a manufacturing company and trying not to relate everything to a SpongeBob episode.  My husband is a saint who has dinner on the table when I get home and does laundry.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-6177086661083263143</id><published>2010-02-05T17:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T17:40:21.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool, not cute</title><content type='html'>Michael said something to Rachel like, "come sit next to me cutie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded with, "I don't want to be cute anymore.  I want to be coool"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-6177086661083263143?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/6177086661083263143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=6177086661083263143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/6177086661083263143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/6177086661083263143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2010/02/cool-not-cute.html' title='Cool, not cute'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-5154070506170364396</id><published>2009-03-16T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:37:42.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PeePee Power</title><content type='html'>Rachel decided that she wanted to wear underware one day in late January.  Her potty training developed on a pretty good path.  A couple of accidents along the way.  When I was pretty sure that we could make it 25 minutes from work to home or home to work, I stopped putting the "traveling diaper" on.  She was very good to tell me, "Mommy, I have to go peepee."  The problem was that I wasn't sure how much control she had and how much time she'd given me to get her to a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would find myself frantically calculating how much longer to the nearest gas station; did I know anyone along the route that would be home for a potty stop?  Should I chance that she could hold it to our final destination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of times we stopped at a Stewart's gas station on the corner.  After a couple of true stops, I noticed that her "I have to go peepees" would suddenly pop up when we were in sight of the Stewarts.  Not wanting to be the parent who made her daughter pee in the car because I didn't trust her.  We always stopped, rushed in, took off the snowsuit (yeah, winter) only to find out, "no peepee, mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one of these stops, I came out of the station to find my Pastor getting gas.  He asked what we were doing (or something to that effect).  I said, without really thinking it through very well, "Rachel was testing her PeePee Power."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what a parent will do when they hear the words, "I have to go PeePee!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-5154070506170364396?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/5154070506170364396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=5154070506170364396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/5154070506170364396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/5154070506170364396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2009/03/peepee-power.html' title='PeePee Power'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-5854362339584840560</id><published>2009-03-16T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:28:22.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sympathy</title><content type='html'>When Rachel doesn't feel like she's getting what she wants, and crying isn't working, she'll whine for someone else who I can only guess that she thinks will help her get what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples:&lt;br /&gt;At Mary's she'll cry, "I want Mommy."&lt;br /&gt;At home she'll cry, "I want Mary."&lt;br /&gt;And when all else fails, she cry, "I want Santa."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-5854362339584840560?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/5854362339584840560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=5854362339584840560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/5854362339584840560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/5854362339584840560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2009/03/sympathy.html' title='Sympathy'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-1308018240313391318</id><published>2009-03-16T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:24:48.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Tooth Lost (12/31/2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/Sb77zbgctiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/AGOksdkQr_0/s1600-h/100_5039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/Sb77zbgctiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/AGOksdkQr_0/s320/100_5039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313961471319520802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see "Bed Time Stories" with a good friend. About 15 minutes before the end of the movie, Michael leaned over and said, "My tooth really hurts." The bottom middle one had been loose for a while. (not as long as the first, though) I said we'd pull it out when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5 minutes before the end of the movie, he leans over and says urgently, "I pulled out my tooth and dropped it." Oh, no. I told him not to move, that the movie was almost over and the lights would come on. We'd look for it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the movie ended. It was really good. The lights come back on, but not all the way. My friend is holding her cell phone with the light on down under his seat for me to see. I squatted down and was gingerly patting the floor (EWWWW) trying to feel the tooth. There were a lot of things that looked like a tooth. Each that I picked up ended up being a fragmented piece of popcorn. (EWWWWW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I'd given a pretty good effort to find my son's tooth. I was preparing the words of disappointment when I saw on his shirt, THE TOOTH! It stuck right to his shirt! PHEW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a mother will do for her kids: feel around on the movie theater floor for a tooth in the almost dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-1308018240313391318?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/1308018240313391318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=1308018240313391318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1308018240313391318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1308018240313391318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2009/03/2nd-tooth-lost-12312008.html' title='2nd Tooth Lost (12/31/2008)'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/Sb77zbgctiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/AGOksdkQr_0/s72-c/100_5039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-8460956134441376201</id><published>2009-03-16T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:16:30.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Hair Cut (12/31/2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/Sb75tUbJJFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DUyrudLsMQw/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/Sb75tUbJJFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DUyrudLsMQw/s320/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313959167315747922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/Sb75tLfVm7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/4TlMrXQvFjY/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/Sb75tLfVm7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/4TlMrXQvFjY/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313959164917423026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/Sb75s6czq6I/AAAAAAAAALw/itkg7KWf2gQ/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/Sb75s6czq6I/AAAAAAAAALw/itkg7KWf2gQ/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313959160343407522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm awful with cutting hair on a moving target, I finally brought Rachel to the hair salon to get a real trim.  Her hair is super curly and it was thin in spots (older baby hair) and short and thicker in spots which must have been new growth.  She did wonderfully and loved it.  Now when her hair gets in her face she says, "I need a hair cut at the lady's."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-8460956134441376201?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/8460956134441376201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=8460956134441376201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8460956134441376201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8460956134441376201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2009/03/1st-hair-cut-12312008.html' title='1st Hair Cut (12/31/2008)'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/Sb75tUbJJFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DUyrudLsMQw/s72-c/DSC00045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-645417233895662048</id><published>2009-03-16T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:10:27.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time</title><content type='html'>So many funny sayings have gone by and so many milestones have been passed since I last sat down to blog anything.  I'll try to remember the best ones (the ones that I thought in my head, "I have to capture this somewhere.")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-645417233895662048?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/645417233895662048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=645417233895662048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/645417233895662048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/645417233895662048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-time.html' title='Long Time'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-4041988609030883247</id><published>2009-02-06T16:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:13:55.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="position: relative; display: block; width: 121px; height: 114px; margin: 0 auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zootoo.com/profile/yocat12" title="yocat12"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zootoo.com/media/images/user_badges/user_cat.gif" width="121" height="114" border="0" alt="yocat12" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-4041988609030883247?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/4041988609030883247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=4041988609030883247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4041988609030883247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4041988609030883247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2009/02/yocat12.html' title=''/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-4283428224086782199</id><published>2008-11-11T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:36:52.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adjectives</title><content type='html'>Rachel and I were eating yogurt for dessert.  I asked her, "how is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Great!"&lt;br /&gt;"no, cool!"&lt;br /&gt;"no, good!"&lt;br /&gt;"no, GREAT!"&lt;br /&gt;Was her answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-4283428224086782199?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/4283428224086782199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=4283428224086782199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4283428224086782199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4283428224086782199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/11/adjectives.html' title='Adjectives'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-1278870698427646103</id><published>2008-11-11T16:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:37:11.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is for free</title><content type='html'>Michael had a friend coming over on Saturday.  He decided to make the friend and himself matching Ben 10 watches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played well together all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his friend's mother was picking him up, the friend showed his mom the watch, saying that Michael had made it for him.  She said that is was very nice.  She extended an invitation to Michael to come over and play some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, Michael said, "ok, make something for me before I come over!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-1278870698427646103?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/1278870698427646103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=1278870698427646103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1278870698427646103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1278870698427646103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-is-for-free.html' title='Nothing is for free'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-1619075824971775765</id><published>2008-11-11T16:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:28:05.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>For some reason, my 2-year-old cares a lot about money. She will hold a coin tightly in her little fist for HOURS. She once held a coin through a bath, though toweling dry and until I noticed that she was having trouble putting on pj's. She's taken money to bed with her and looking for it is the first thing she does when she wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might not seem so strange if money was a regular topic of conversation in our home. Or if my husband and I actually carried cash and paid for things with it (debit cards). Or if she had a piggy bank and we were encouraging her to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that Mr. Crabs, Sponge Bob's stingy boss, has taught her this?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-1619075824971775765?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/1619075824971775765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=1619075824971775765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1619075824971775765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1619075824971775765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/11/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-178402595189652906</id><published>2008-11-11T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:23:04.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOOTH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SRohkMdccoI/AAAAAAAAALc/hSVAYygedKQ/s1600-h/100_4954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SRohkMdccoI/AAAAAAAAALc/hSVAYygedKQ/s320/100_4954.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267559619866948226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it happened, THE tooth came out!  It was on Monday, November 3rd.  We'd been working on it for a good week.  Occassionally Michael would bite down on something and it would jab into his gums.  He would shreek how awful having a wiggly tooth was and how unfair life was that he had to have one.  "There should be no such thing as a wiggly tooth!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-178402595189652906?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/178402595189652906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=178402595189652906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/178402595189652906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/178402595189652906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/11/tooth.html' title='TOOTH!'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SRohkMdccoI/AAAAAAAAALc/hSVAYygedKQ/s72-c/100_4954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-2647083503088650514</id><published>2008-11-11T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:17:45.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"To give away..."</title><content type='html'>This was the title of an e-mail I received from a great friend.  The first line said, "I have a friend who would like to give away an organ that he has."  And, for some reason I thought she was talking about a body part.  That would be strange, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-2647083503088650514?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/2647083503088650514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=2647083503088650514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2647083503088650514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2647083503088650514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-give-away.html' title='&quot;To give away...&quot;'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-6101898616239307971</id><published>2008-10-21T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:59:29.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite Tuna Vision</title><content type='html'>Go to Tunavision.com and watch "Cooking with Hickory"  It's my favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-6101898616239307971?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/6101898616239307971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=6101898616239307971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/6101898616239307971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/6101898616239307971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-favorite-tuna-vision.html' title='My favorite Tuna Vision'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-1137428956996138208</id><published>2008-10-05T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:15:38.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos on YouTube</title><content type='html'>I don't have anything worthy of Funniest Home Videos, but there are some cute ones of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/yocat12"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/yocat12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-1137428956996138208?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/1137428956996138208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=1137428956996138208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1137428956996138208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1137428956996138208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/10/videos-on-youtube.html' title='Videos on YouTube'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-6317715048908004822</id><published>2008-10-05T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:14:35.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin patch</title><content type='html'>I took the kids to a road side stand to pick out pumpkins.  Michael picked out the biggest one (weighs more than Rachel) to bring to Sunday School for a contest.  We bought a few little ones too.  Rachel has been carrying one around calling it her "pumpkin patch."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-6317715048908004822?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/6317715048908004822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=6317715048908004822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/6317715048908004822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/6317715048908004822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin patch'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-904469175788972553</id><published>2008-10-05T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:13:10.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Pox</title><content type='html'>I didn't think it was possible to get them after having the vaccine.  Apparently I was wrong.  I took Michael to the after hours care clinic last Sunday with a bad rash.  It turned out that part of what I showed her was the chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he couldn't go to school, but didn't itch and only had about a dozen very small marks.  He stayed home with Dad and played Leggo Batman two days and went to Rachel's babysitter the third day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point he turned to Chris and said, "I can't believe I have a runny nose and the chicken pox at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when Mrs. Eldridge sent home a book about chicken pox, he was really glad that he didn't have them very badly like the kid in the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-904469175788972553?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/904469175788972553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=904469175788972553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/904469175788972553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/904469175788972553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/10/chicken-pox.html' title='Chicken Pox'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-679206573485276439</id><published>2008-09-13T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:00:05.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can tell by the scream...</title><content type='html'>whether the kids are playing, fighting or severly injured.  Each scream has a distinct sound that mothers pick up on when their kids are very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sitting at the computer earlier and I hear a scream.  It wasn't a normal playing scream, then it got more frantic and it became obvious in milliseconds that someone was injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the back door and couldn't see Michael, Rachel or the neighbor boy.  I yelled, "MICHAEL, COME HERE, WHAT'S WRONG!?"  He came running and screaming from the woods.  Thoughts of sticks puncturing flesh crossed my mind.  Awful thoughts of what injury could cause this tribal scream to come from my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he yelled, "BEES!!!"  I worked frantically to get his clothing off of him when I realized that the bees were on his shorts, his sandals and they were being very persistent.  While doing this I was looking for the neighbor and seeing Rachel had not been affected, I brought poor naked Michael into the house.  He was able to tell me that the neighbor had run home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Michael into the tub and let him run cool water over the stings while trying to calm him and assess his condition.  He was terrified.  Rachel was so concerned for him.  She stuck right by us.  We could find 10 stings from his buttocks to his ankles.  I gave him a Benedryl and put Calidryl lotion on them.  He was calm enough to sit on the couch with ice packs by this time.  I called the neighbors who were going through the same thing with their son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can bet that Michael will never go into those woods again.  We aren't sure where the bees came from since Chris couldn't find a hive.  They could have been in the ground or in a dead tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems to be fine now.  The boys are back together and playing Star Wars Leggos on the Playstation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-679206573485276439?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/679206573485276439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=679206573485276439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/679206573485276439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/679206573485276439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-can-tell-by-scream.html' title='You can tell by the scream...'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-8523716459676719927</id><published>2008-09-12T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:50:39.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frogger</title><content type='html'>I'm so grossed out at two times of year when the weather is raining and the frogs are on the move.  It's usually in the spring (May ish and then now, Sept ish).  The weather is muggy, there's been a little rain, and the frogs are just all over the road at night.  Big ones, small ones, frogs of all sizes, jumping in all directions as my headlights pick up there light green bodies.  I cringe as the jump toward my tires' path.  I yell, "JUMP!"  There was one that was jumping like 12 inches off the road.  I was coming up behind him thinking I could probably straddle him, but if he jumped, he was sure to hit my van.  I swerved a bit, he jumped the wrong way!  BLEHCH!  Then, the grossed one, this HUGE frog jumped toward me from the left.  He made it passed my driver's side tire, but then jumped his last jump as I heard a loud THUD and he hit my bummer.  ICK!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-8523716459676719927?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/8523716459676719927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=8523716459676719927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8523716459676719927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8523716459676719927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/frogger.html' title='Frogger'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-6813500718645515226</id><published>2008-09-09T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:32:28.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impatient</title><content type='html'>God has really shown me that I have an impatient heart.  I try to be patient, and always fail in the end, because he puts me in circumstances that bring me to that end.  Like in the Dr. office where I waited with a 2-year-old for 1 hour and 45 minutes to be seen for a 10-minute check-up.  And trips to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart with the two of them.  Yesterday I told Michael emphatically, "THE GOAL IS TO NOT MAKE YOUR SISTER SCREAM!"  after she'd screamed a couple of times.  (didn't she do that in church Sunday, too?! when he grabbed her foot?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've given up on pretending that I'm patient.  I'm NOT!  The only patience I get is the grace of God and I'm so thankful for it.  I just have to keep remembering to ask for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-6813500718645515226?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/6813500718645515226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=6813500718645515226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/6813500718645515226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/6813500718645515226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/impatient.html' title='Impatient'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-903358178061976962</id><published>2008-09-09T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:28:17.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swinging</title><content type='html'>Rachel talked her daddy into taking her down to the swing set and pushing her after dinner.  He pushed her for a very long time.  She noticed the moon, which she always announces, "THERE'S THE MOON, I SEE IT RIGHT THERE!"  Then she said, "Watch out moon, I'm swinging high in the sky!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-903358178061976962?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/903358178061976962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=903358178061976962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/903358178061976962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/903358178061976962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/swinging.html' title='Swinging'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-2091318349957977214</id><published>2008-09-09T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:26:45.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No choice but to clean...</title><content type='html'>God has his ways of getting me to clean my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, I'm not very good at it; I don't care for the real cleaning.  I tighty up.  I move stuff around.  I Swiffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had no choice tonight.  Rachel pooped in the tub.  That is pretty much a sign that it's time to CLEAN IT!  While I was doing the tub, I might as well clean the whole bathroom.  Come over to visit soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, then, as I'm fuming and trying to accept that this had to be and I'd better just get over it, Michael skipped into the kitchen with just enough milk in his cup that he didn't notice and it splashed ALL OVER.  So, now the kitchen floor has been mopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started apologizing to God for grumbling about his ways.  And, then Michael spilled more milk over where I'd just mopped.  I GET IT!  I mopped the second time very apologetic and trying to see the irony in the whole cleaning the house thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-2091318349957977214?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/2091318349957977214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=2091318349957977214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2091318349957977214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2091318349957977214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-choice-but-to-clean.html' title='No choice but to clean...'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-2970436546889106673</id><published>2008-09-06T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:46:00.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMNAVsMcloI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gtKXPNuvPE0/s1600-h/100_4802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243105132574185090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMNAVsMcloI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gtKXPNuvPE0/s320/100_4802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubt, based on Rachel's selection of clothing on this particular day, that she will have a job in high fashion.&lt;/div&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/7950458022752698109-2970436546889106673?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/2970436546889106673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=2970436546889106673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2970436546889106673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2970436546889106673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/fashion.html' title='Fashion'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMNAVsMcloI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gtKXPNuvPE0/s72-c/100_4802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-8461959339259352218</id><published>2008-09-06T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:44:34.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>by the end of the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM_8U1XgJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UDP1KZxO6W0/s1600-h/100_4800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243104696806637714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM_8U1XgJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UDP1KZxO6W0/s320/100_4800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM_8bTBz4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/qbKiLSnB2CQ/s1600-h/100_4801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243104698541657986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM_8bTBz4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/qbKiLSnB2CQ/s320/100_4801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were ready to head home.  What a great way to end the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-8461959339259352218?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/8461959339259352218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=8461959339259352218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8461959339259352218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8461959339259352218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/by-end-of-day.html' title='by the end of the day...'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM_8U1XgJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UDP1KZxO6W0/s72-c/100_4800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-8230142211242091696</id><published>2008-09-06T19:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:43:12.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and Rachel slept.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM_rUOUY0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/IQTZkGxGKA8/s1600-h/100_4798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243104404585079618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM_rUOUY0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/IQTZkGxGKA8/s320/100_4798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-8230142211242091696?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/8230142211242091696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=8230142211242091696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8230142211242091696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8230142211242091696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-rachel-slept.html' title='...and Rachel slept.'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM_rUOUY0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/IQTZkGxGKA8/s72-c/100_4798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-2789320966921678262</id><published>2008-09-06T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:42:14.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Condor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM_bEXU20I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3WNfRvG612M/s1600-h/100_4796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243104125449984834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM_bEXU20I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3WNfRvG612M/s320/100_4796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and Chris are up there somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-2789320966921678262?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/2789320966921678262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=2789320966921678262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2789320966921678262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2789320966921678262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/condor.html' title='The Condor'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM_bEXU20I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3WNfRvG612M/s72-c/100_4796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-4345921656303446512</id><published>2008-09-06T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:41:10.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boomerang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM_FmKYKVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XrWumWzsxM8/s1600-h/100_4794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243103756565358930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM_FmKYKVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XrWumWzsxM8/s320/100_4794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bald guy in the third row is Chris.  The speck of blond next to him is Michael.  They both LOVED it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-4345921656303446512?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/4345921656303446512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=4345921656303446512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4345921656303446512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4345921656303446512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/boomerang.html' title='The Boomerang'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM_FmKYKVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XrWumWzsxM8/s72-c/100_4794.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-5811601959533842352</id><published>2008-09-06T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:39:51.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumper Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM-Xrx_ujI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eGG4Y8Y7kX8/s1600-h/100_4791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243102967799724594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM-Xrx_ujI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eGG4Y8Y7kX8/s320/100_4791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM-X7a9PXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sEn9Tpe1BYQ/s1600-h/100_4792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243102971998059890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM-X7a9PXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sEn9Tpe1BYQ/s320/100_4792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM-Za6QueI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HKfpZ1B4k9s/s1600-h/100_4793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243102997630728674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM-Za6QueI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HKfpZ1B4k9s/s320/100_4793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael loved it.  Chris is just TOO BIG for these rides.  His knee was jammed into the dash when they crashed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-5811601959533842352?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/5811601959533842352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=5811601959533842352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/5811601959533842352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/5811601959533842352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/bumper-cars.html' title='Bumper Cars'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM-Xrx_ujI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eGG4Y8Y7kX8/s72-c/100_4791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-186482705723581641</id><published>2008-09-06T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:36:16.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way to Great Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM9xfAOPvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5fMdKbfdSW4/s1600-h/100_4789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243102311534706418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM9xfAOPvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5fMdKbfdSW4/s320/100_4789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM9xro9EQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VcthzwMLyVg/s1600-h/100_4790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243102314926772482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM9xro9EQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VcthzwMLyVg/s320/100_4790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the kids on the way to Great Escape.  You may think that Michael looks a little green.  He ended up getting car sick just after Sevey's Corners.  Good thing there were extra clothes in the car to change into.  From now on, I guess we need to pack barf bags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-186482705723581641?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/186482705723581641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=186482705723581641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/186482705723581641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/186482705723581641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-way-to-great-escape.html' title='On the way to Great Escape'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM9xfAOPvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5fMdKbfdSW4/s72-c/100_4789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-8289551871981435109</id><published>2008-09-06T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:32:47.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so small</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM88FGiKyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YSIFbLDXZ3E/s1600-h/100_4783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243101394048789282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM88FGiKyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YSIFbLDXZ3E/s320/100_4783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to watch Rachel run in our yard.  She looks so small against the broad green sea of lawn.  I wonder if she feels as small in the yard as she looks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(great, now I'm misting up about the thought of her growing up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-8289551871981435109?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/8289551871981435109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=8289551871981435109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8289551871981435109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8289551871981435109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-small.html' title='so small'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM88FGiKyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YSIFbLDXZ3E/s72-c/100_4783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-7501755431820283258</id><published>2008-09-06T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:30:15.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves Jewelry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM8dpGFmuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/F3AO2q3RorU/s1600-h/100_4782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243100871134649058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM8dpGFmuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/F3AO2q3RorU/s320/100_4782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Aunt Michele, Uncle Jeff, Michaela, Jordon, Zander and Keziah!  Rachel loves jewelry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-7501755431820283258?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/7501755431820283258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=7501755431820283258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/7501755431820283258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/7501755431820283258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/loves-jewelry.html' title='Loves Jewelry'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SMM8dpGFmuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/F3AO2q3RorU/s72-c/100_4782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-6140990546904666711</id><published>2008-09-05T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:22:37.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Hungry Catepiller likes doughnuts</title><content type='html'>Rachel's new favorite book is Eric Carle's Very Hungry Catepiller.  However, she thinks all of the fruits with the holes in them are doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday he ate one?  "Doughnut!"&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday he ate two? "Doughnuts!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-6140990546904666711?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/6140990546904666711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=6140990546904666711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/6140990546904666711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/6140990546904666711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/very-hungry-catepiller-likes-doughnuts.html' title='Very Hungry Catepiller likes doughnuts'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-8418032293937313129</id><published>2008-09-05T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:20:44.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Office</title><content type='html'>What is the point of putting someone in the examining room if the Dr. will not get to exam the patient for over AN HOUR!  Do you know what that does to a 2-year-old?!  I was a human jungle gym and had sung every Banana Fana fo fanna song posible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-8418032293937313129?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/8418032293937313129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=8418032293937313129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8418032293937313129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8418032293937313129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/dr-office.html' title='Dr. Office'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-5362455991570186604</id><published>2008-09-05T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:18:33.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pike</title><content type='html'>Michael saw some true story TV show about this pike that sucked off a guys foot.  He won't swim in the lake anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-5362455991570186604?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/5362455991570186604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=5362455991570186604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/5362455991570186604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/5362455991570186604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/pike.html' title='Pike'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-8384892487128270890</id><published>2008-09-05T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:17:46.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Time Miracle</title><content type='html'>So after the amusement park (11 am to 6 pm pretty much non-stop in the blazing sun), we were starving for good food.  We stopped at the first restaurant we came to.  The kids were SO well behaved that it had to be the hand of God after such a long day.  They sat in their chairs, used their "restaurant voices," ate in silence, and ATE EVERYTHING!  Rachel (let me remind you that she's only 2) didn't drop a single piece of food and sat in a regular chair.  Not only that, but the service was quick, the food was great and the bill was very reasonable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-8384892487128270890?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/8384892487128270890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=8384892487128270890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8384892487128270890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8384892487128270890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/dinner-time-miracle.html' title='Dinner Time Miracle'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-7376330383279379463</id><published>2008-09-05T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:14:13.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Fear</title><content type='html'>We took the kids to an amusement park nearby.  Michael, with his sneakers and in bad need of a hair cut, was 48".  He went on ALL of the rides and sometimes even twice (because one of us adults needed to stay with Rachel, they discourage babies in strollers unattended).  What a trooper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-7376330383279379463?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/7376330383279379463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=7376330383279379463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/7376330383279379463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/7376330383279379463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-fear.html' title='No Fear'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-3682712961255044988</id><published>2008-08-30T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:49:16.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Had to read up on puncture wounds...</title><content type='html'>I was awakened from my afternoon nap by the neighbor coming to tell me that Michael had stepped on a screw.  I wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprized&lt;/span&gt; by the incident.  I don't know why, but I consider that sort of injury common to childhood experiences.  I stepped on more than one nail and had my mom freak out about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;posibility&lt;/span&gt; of lock jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I calmly walk down through the yard and find him being treated on the couch with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perioxide&lt;/span&gt; and triple anti-biotic.  It was a screw that had held part of a ladder leading up the tree to the neighbors' tree house.  One of the rungs had come out of the tree.  Michael slipped while attempting to climb up without that rung and landed directly on the screw.  It went through his sandal and into the ball of his foot.  OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was calm and collected when I arrived.  The neighbor called the school nurse to ask about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tetnus&lt;/span&gt; shots.  He had to have had it before entering school.  I don't keep that information at the forefront of my memory.  She suggested getting another shot.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;, Michael started to get nervous at that thought.  And, it's Saturday, which means time spent WAITING at any treatment facility we go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the neighbor calls the after hours care center near by.  They don't have the pediatric &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tetnus&lt;/span&gt; shot, so don't bother going there.  GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pack up Michael, figuring that we are off to the ER.  He insists he can't walk on it, so I give him a piggy-back ride up the hill through the yard to our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call the ER and explain the incident.  She says to go to the after hours care center.  "I called there, they don't have the shot," I inform her.  She says, "you have 72 hours, go to your family physician on Monday."  "It's Labor Day on Monday," I say flatly.  She cheerfully (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;facetiously) says, "well then we are your last option, hold on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;When she comes back on the line, she tells me that once a child has completed their series of tetnus shots (which they need to do by the start of public school), they are set until the booster at 11 or 12.  Phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;The neighbor called to say that the object that caused the puncture was a galvinzed screw, so there would be no rust.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Now, I always thought that tetnus was caused by rust (and apparently so did my neighbor), as in a rusty nail.  But, after reading the WebMD version of the tetnus bacteria, that is NOT the case.  It is a bacteria in dirt, apparently, that enters the body through a wound, in this case a puncture.  It can be carried on dirty objects like a rusty nail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So, now we are just praying that it doesn't get an infection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-3682712961255044988?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/3682712961255044988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=3682712961255044988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3682712961255044988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3682712961255044988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/08/had-to-read-up-on-puncture-wounds.html' title='Had to read up on puncture wounds...'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-2350494772807049769</id><published>2008-08-30T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T04:10:02.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless do-loop</title><content type='html'>Wow, did I ever just waste a bunch of time.  I was trying to get points for some facebook application and clicked on a "take a survey" thingy.  I ended up in an endless do-loop of offers.  Click "yes" or "no" to these offers.  So I do.  Then they pop into more offers, and they pop into more offers.  Pretty soon I have 8 Windows open and it's 10 minutes later and I have no idea if I've completed enough of the original offer to get my darn point!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-2350494772807049769?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/2350494772807049769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=2350494772807049769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2350494772807049769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2350494772807049769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/08/endless-do-loop.html' title='Endless do-loop'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-699514576214153791</id><published>2008-08-30T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:50:21.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't ask me "why?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://facebook.frozenbear.com/r/?app=my_home&amp;amp;source=591413607_user"&gt;http://facebook.frozenbear.com/r/?app=my_home&amp;amp;source=591413607_user&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-699514576214153791?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/699514576214153791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=699514576214153791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/699514576214153791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/699514576214153791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-ask-me-why.html' title='Don&apos;t ask me &quot;why?&quot;'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-1679483404143035548</id><published>2008-08-29T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:38:19.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing</title><content type='html'>Rachel likes me to sing to her on the way to work (about 30 minutes).  However, I'm not really up on all my nursery songs, so I have to make them up.  She seems to like that and throws out a multitude of topics for me to sing about.  Her favorite is for me to "sing the diaper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;Diaper, diaper, bo-biaper, banana fana fo-fiaper, ee I O iaper, Diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be quiting my day job to be a song writer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-1679483404143035548?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/1679483404143035548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=1679483404143035548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1679483404143035548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1679483404143035548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/08/singing.html' title='Singing'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-9072165585317387927</id><published>2008-08-29T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:34:50.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Grouch</title><content type='html'>On Rachel's birthday, I went in and in a cheerful, sing-song Mommy voice I said, "Good morning, Rachel.  It's your birthday.  Happy Birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded, "No Happy My Birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Chris and I went in to wake her up.  Chris said, "You're two years and two days old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded, "DON'T TELL ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little grouchy in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-9072165585317387927?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/9072165585317387927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=9072165585317387927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/9072165585317387927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/9072165585317387927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-grouch.html' title='Morning Grouch'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-5450216615944324781</id><published>2008-08-29T18:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:32:43.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SLijKaDYR3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/36i15sTkciA/s1600-h/100_4759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240117565633087346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SLijKaDYR3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/36i15sTkciA/s320/100_4759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SLijKtat16I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cB7hQX9HDnw/s1600-h/100_4757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240117570831243170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SLijKtat16I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cB7hQX9HDnw/s320/100_4757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SLijKzgZMvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/31U6HiDD7y0/s1600-h/100_4756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240117572465668850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SLijKzgZMvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/31U6HiDD7y0/s320/100_4756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SLijLM_8teI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zt_gtkMIc14/s1600-h/100_4775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240117579308905954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SLijLM_8teI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zt_gtkMIc14/s320/100_4775.jpg" border="0" /&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/7950458022752698109-5450216615944324781?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/5450216615944324781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=5450216615944324781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/5450216615944324781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/5450216615944324781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/08/shes-2.html' title='She&apos;s 2'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SLijKaDYR3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/36i15sTkciA/s72-c/100_4759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-8398107925718599343</id><published>2008-08-29T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:30:48.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion about Shaving</title><content type='html'>Hubby told me that Michael said, "Dad, I need to use your razor.  I'm getting hair on my legs."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-8398107925718599343?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/8398107925718599343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=8398107925718599343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8398107925718599343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8398107925718599343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/08/confusion-about-shaving.html' title='Confusion about Shaving'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-3775812263376100587</id><published>2008-08-29T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:29:59.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOOTH STILL LOOSE!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm serious!  Is this a record?  I don't remember ever having a loose tooth for this long.  He's really not concerned at all about wiggling it.  Even Rachel is anxiously wiggling hers and telling me, "Mom, this one WIGGLEY"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-3775812263376100587?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/3775812263376100587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=3775812263376100587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3775812263376100587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3775812263376100587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/08/tooth-still-loose_29.html' title='TOOTH STILL LOOSE!!!'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-4178605064227193553</id><published>2008-08-03T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:20:20.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth STILL Loose</title><content type='html'>Michael and I went to the dentist for our regular 6-month cleaning and check up.  The hygenist confirmed, his tooth is STILL loose.  I remember being relentless with my wiggling of loose teeth until they finally broke free.  He is really not interested in making it come out any faster than it's own sweet time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-4178605064227193553?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/4178605064227193553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=4178605064227193553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4178605064227193553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4178605064227193553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/08/tooth-still-loose.html' title='Tooth STILL Loose'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-8626454756998642704</id><published>2008-06-02T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:45:01.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Loose!</title><content type='html'>Michael came to me after brushing his teeth and said that he thought his teeth were starting to fall out because he noticed a gap between the bottom two middle ones.  I'd noticed it too over the last couple of days and thought that it must have always been there.  So, I tried to wiggle some of them, AND...  one moved!!!  His first wiggley tooth!  It's so newly loose that he can't feel it move, but I definitely saw it move when I pushed a little on it.  He's excited that about the tooth fairly and said, "maybe she'll bring me a hundred bucks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-8626454756998642704?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/8626454756998642704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=8626454756998642704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8626454756998642704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8626454756998642704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/06/tooth-loose.html' title='Tooth Loose!'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-1622778907931657470</id><published>2008-05-26T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:21:51.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying up Late</title><content type='html'>Ryan stayed at our house the night before his wedding.  Michael was very excited and wanted to stay up with them.  I was the mean mom and made him go to bed.  But, he wouldn't fall asleep.  At some point after 9 pm, he was standing in his doorway looking sad.  I asked him why he wasn't in bed.  He asked me, "are you EVER going to bed?"  I answered with, "why, did someone say you could get up if I do?"  There was a sheepish, quiet, "yes."  Because it was such a special occassion, I told him I was ready for bed and to have a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, after the rehersal night and wedding stuff was all over, he slept in until 11:30 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-1622778907931657470?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/1622778907931657470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=1622778907931657470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1622778907931657470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1622778907931657470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/05/staying-up-late.html' title='Staying up Late'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-109799802649718728</id><published>2008-05-26T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:18:12.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing</title><content type='html'>Michael was the ring bearer in our friends' wedding.  He and Chris stopped by their apartment a couple of days before.  That night, Michael said, "Ryan and Sarah kissed."  I replied, "oh, they did?"  He said, "yes, and they are going to kiss again when the man says, 'you may now kiss the bride."  and he giggled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-109799802649718728?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/109799802649718728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=109799802649718728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/109799802649718728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/109799802649718728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/05/kissing.html' title='Kissing'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-41376461526622538</id><published>2008-05-26T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:15:19.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Ándale! ¡Ándale! ¡Arriba! ¡Arriba!</title><content type='html'>Michael and I were reading in bed and something struck him as familiar to that cartoon character.  "You know, Mom, Speedy Josh Olish."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-41376461526622538?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/41376461526622538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=41376461526622538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/41376461526622538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/41376461526622538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/05/ndale-ndale-arriba-arriba.html' title='¡Ándale! ¡Ándale! ¡Arriba! ¡Arriba!'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-2917143356891419997</id><published>2008-05-22T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:36:48.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hewey Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/K/storage/site1/files/16/49/12/164912_72143417116384zodu3024.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family trees&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"  &gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"  &gt;Celebrities&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"  &gt;Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph"  &gt;Morph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxMTUwMjg3NTQwNiZwdD*xMjExNTAyODkzNzE4JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-2917143356891419997?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/2917143356891419997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=2917143356891419997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2917143356891419997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2917143356891419997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/05/hewey-look-alike-meter_22.html' title='Hewey Look-alike Meter'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-7837788712337571720</id><published>2008-05-22T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:32:20.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hewey Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/K/storage/site1/files/16/44/72/164472_78301485016384ox6f8t87.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter"  &gt;Look-alike Meter&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/free-family-websites"  &gt;Free family websites&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-photos"  &gt;Family photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxMTUwMjYwODI2NSZwdD*xMjExNTAyNjI2Nzk3JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-7837788712337571720?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/7837788712337571720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=7837788712337571720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/7837788712337571720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/7837788712337571720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/05/hewey-look-alike-meter.html' title='Hewey Look-alike Meter'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-4043817758576963835</id><published>2008-05-22T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:21:12.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/K/28/7cd233_8329473ad06384wlibc933" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family tree&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"  &gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"  &gt;Celebrity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxMTUwMTkxMjY1NiZwdD*xMjExNTAxOTU2OTUzJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9bW9ycGgmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9Mg==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-4043817758576963835?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/4043817758576963835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=4043817758576963835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4043817758576963835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4043817758576963835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/05/celebrity-morph-by-myheritage.html' title='Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-4783116115796250022</id><published>2008-04-22T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:54:40.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trempilize</title><content type='html'>I finally let Michael open the Nerf 6-shooters he got for Christmas, with the intent that they would be used outside.  Well, I caved, of course, and he was shooting from Rachel's jumpy horse at the wall.  He kept saying, "I trempilized your wall" and "yup, your wall is trempilized"  I couldn't for the life of me figure out what he meant.  Then he said, "...just like a trempilizer gun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, tranquilize.  Good thing, because that wall was getting way out of control!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-4783116115796250022?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/4783116115796250022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=4783116115796250022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4783116115796250022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4783116115796250022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/04/trempilize.html' title='Trempilize'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-2900577742945068620</id><published>2008-04-14T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:07:43.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demands</title><content type='html'>Rachel has started to ask for this or that; shoes, pizza, binky, blanky, the usual stuff.  Sometimes I'll reply, "you don't need it."  I think she's had enough of that and she'll come back very emphatically, "I NEED IT SHOES!" (or whatever she asked for)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-2900577742945068620?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/2900577742945068620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=2900577742945068620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2900577742945068620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2900577742945068620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/04/demands.html' title='Demands'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-4529600473123527020</id><published>2008-04-14T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:05:46.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New cars and sticks</title><content type='html'>What is it about new vehicles that attracts sticks and kids on bikes?  Chris said he caught Michael with a stick touching the new vehicle.  When he asked (and not so calmly) WHAT ARE YOU DOING?  Michael replied, I'm trying to get the dirt off of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, after I told him not to try to ride his bike between the cars, he did it anyway and crashed right into the bumper of the new Jeep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-4529600473123527020?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/4529600473123527020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=4529600473123527020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4529600473123527020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4529600473123527020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-cars-and-sticks.html' title='New cars and sticks'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-1610215201134750481</id><published>2008-04-12T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T16:40:38.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SAFIAIHNpKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/V_HqEB30an4/s1600-h/100_4320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188507412722459810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SAFIAIHNpKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/V_HqEB30an4/s320/100_4320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist!  I went to Cowen's Country Store to get Dad some wool socks for his birthday (HE ASKED FOR THEM!).  They had these and a pair of light blue with dragonflies, lily pads and frogs.  She tried them all on and we went with the pink plaid with tulips on the side.  She LOVES them and struts around the house in them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-1610215201134750481?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/1610215201134750481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=1610215201134750481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1610215201134750481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1610215201134750481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-boots.html' title='New Boots'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/SAFIAIHNpKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/V_HqEB30an4/s72-c/100_4320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-6355274163460673318</id><published>2008-04-10T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T17:35:29.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>changing vehicles</title><content type='html'>again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always think going into a vehicle deal that we are going to pay it off and own it for a while.  It just NEVER works that way.  In the past 15 years, the two of us have had a combined total of 11 vehicles.  This will be our 12th.  Chris is really happy with his decision, after he got over the fact that we had to trade.  It's new, with good warranties, and we didn't take it out for more than 5 years, so&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS GOING TO BE THE ONE THAT WE PAY OFF AND OWN FOR A WHILE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-6355274163460673318?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/6355274163460673318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=6355274163460673318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/6355274163460673318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/6355274163460673318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/04/changing-vehicles.html' title='changing vehicles'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-2200595008708777602</id><published>2008-04-09T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:27:15.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't have any, don't need any</title><content type='html'>especially if there are 6 rules when you do have some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifescript.com/channels/healthy_living/Life_Tips/the_6_rules_of_cleavage.asp?page=1"&gt;http://www.lifescript.com/channels/healthy_living/Life_Tips/the_6_rules_of_cleavage.asp?page=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-2200595008708777602?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/2200595008708777602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=2200595008708777602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2200595008708777602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2200595008708777602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-have-any-dont-need-any.html' title='don&apos;t have any, don&apos;t need any'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-6938737645484296219</id><published>2008-04-09T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:26:21.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roles</title><content type='html'>Michael and I were discussing options for lunch while we were running errands Saturday morning.  He suggested Ramen noodles.  Thinking out loud, I asked, "do we have any of those at home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael answered my thought with, "I do NOT know.  You and Dad keep track of the food."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-6938737645484296219?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/6938737645484296219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=6938737645484296219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/6938737645484296219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/6938737645484296219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/04/roles.html' title='Roles'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-7392893219305545887</id><published>2008-04-09T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:15:02.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>On the ride to Rachel's babysitter in the mornings, we've occassionally had to stop at Wal-mart for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Monday we were riding along and Rachel asked, "go Shopping?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, Rachel, we don't have to go shopping this morning," I replied.&lt;br /&gt;"I NEED go SHOPPING!" She insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-7392893219305545887?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/7392893219305545887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=7392893219305545887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/7392893219305545887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/7392893219305545887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/04/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-8792908915040789576</id><published>2008-04-05T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T05:11:53.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Breakfast</title><content type='html'>Every Saturday and Sunday morning, Michael asks me to make his favorite breakfast... Chocolate chip pancakes.  I'm usually not in the mood to cook and would prefer him to have cereal, or something less involved, but I usually concede and cook them.  The only thing really special about them is the chocolate.  and it doesn't take very many to make it a good pancake.  The chocolate gets all melted and then when I cut them up, it spreads to the other pieces.  So, we're having chocolate chip pancakes today.  he's on his 5th and 6th one right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-8792908915040789576?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/8792908915040789576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=8792908915040789576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8792908915040789576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8792908915040789576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/04/favorite-breakfast.html' title='Favorite Breakfast'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-8824083121104755061</id><published>2008-04-05T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T05:01:36.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a cold...</title><content type='html'>I can think of very few people who have been freed from suffering a bad cold.  As I talk to people about it, I can almost trace it's path.  Chris had it last weekend.  It knocked him out of commission for the whole weekend.  I haven't been hit as badly.  I have the general stuffed nose, sneezying, coughing stuff.  I can't hear as well, which makes me ask, "What?" frequently.  I sound like I'm talking with my nose plugged (duh, it's totally plugged).  It's funny to watch people come into a meeting and sit down, then when I cough (and I cough into my elbow like Michael taught me from Kindergarten), they get up and move, or at least move their chair a few inches away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-8824083121104755061?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/8824083121104755061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=8824083121104755061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8824083121104755061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8824083121104755061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/04/got-cold.html' title='Got a cold...'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-8208224811378235692</id><published>2008-03-31T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T17:31:32.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she's much cooler</title><content type='html'>My sister, always trying stuff that I was too chicken to try:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;pierced her ears like in 3rd grade with a safety pin and some ice from her juice,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;snowboards, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;went on a mission trip to Haiti, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;gauged her ears (I'm not even sure if I'm using the right verbage), &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R_GBtsXIgNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EcqO0qCIC1Q/s1600-h/tat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184067268082434258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R_GBtsXIgNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EcqO0qCIC1Q/s320/tat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and now, she got an AWESOME tattoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R_GBtsXIgNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EcqO0qCIC1Q/s1600-h/tat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-8208224811378235692?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/8208224811378235692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=8208224811378235692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8208224811378235692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8208224811378235692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/shes-much-cooler.html' title='she&apos;s much cooler'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R_GBtsXIgNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EcqO0qCIC1Q/s72-c/tat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-7757441919458535138</id><published>2008-03-31T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T17:02:42.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much TV</title><content type='html'>Michael went to get the pizza out of the freezer for dinner.  As he was decending the stairs, he was singing, "Free credit report dot com, free credit report dot com"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-7757441919458535138?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/7757441919458535138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=7757441919458535138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/7757441919458535138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/7757441919458535138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-much-tv.html' title='Too much TV'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-4925769951328473808</id><published>2008-03-29T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T18:15:05.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too good to last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-7pMMXIgMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FyGaKL16-uo/s1600-h/100_4288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183336616835973314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-7pMMXIgMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FyGaKL16-uo/s320/100_4288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Things were kind of quiet and I was able to catch this great picture of them snuggling and watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a minute after this peaceful picture, the familiar sound of arguing and picking on each other returned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-4925769951328473808?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/4925769951328473808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=4925769951328473808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4925769951328473808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4925769951328473808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-good-to-last.html' title='Too good to last...'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-7pMMXIgMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FyGaKL16-uo/s72-c/100_4288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-5817237802210341659</id><published>2008-03-29T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T18:12:14.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-7oWsXIgKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ztLqIDHKU90/s1600-h/100_4290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183335697712971938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-7oWsXIgKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ztLqIDHKU90/s320/100_4290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took the kids for a walk up the road this morning.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty chilly.&lt;br /&gt;They had fun walking on the snow bank along the side of the road.  Then they broke up the ice on the potholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some evidence of spring: buds on one tree and turkey foot prints.  I CAN'T WAIT FOR SPRING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-7oW8XIgLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LKrrYBq8ykQ/s1600-h/100_4293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183335702007939250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-7oW8XIgLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LKrrYBq8ykQ/s320/100_4293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-5817237802210341659?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/5817237802210341659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=5817237802210341659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/5817237802210341659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/5817237802210341659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/cold-walk.html' title='Cold Walk'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-7oWsXIgKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ztLqIDHKU90/s72-c/100_4290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-6935424101647544567</id><published>2008-03-29T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T17:49:08.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercised again</title><content type='html'>I did it!  I got back on the treadmill today.  After a 2 hour nap (I know a little lavish), I jumped on for a full 30 minutes.  I sweat quite a bit more than the other day.  Then I did a Fitness on Demand exercise of squats and leg lifts (OUCH!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking, WHY?!  Well here it is... my scale says I'm 144.  And, my scale is close to 10 pounds lighter than the Dr.'s scale.  So, that's a little bulgey and jiggley for me to wear a swim suit, a dress without some slimming spandex, and maybe even shorts depending on length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a wedding to go to at the end of May.  That's my deadline.  (thanks for the motivation Sarah and Ryan)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-6935424101647544567?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/6935424101647544567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=6935424101647544567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/6935424101647544567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/6935424101647544567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/exercised-again.html' title='Exercised again'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-7669680302259147109</id><published>2008-03-29T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T17:42:52.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>opposites</title><content type='html'>So I found out today that the opposite of a genius is a "don't knower."  For example, when SpongeBob said to his cousin Stanley Squarepants that Patrick was a genius, Michael said, "He's lying, Patrick is a don't knower."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-7669680302259147109?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/7669680302259147109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=7669680302259147109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/7669680302259147109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/7669680302259147109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/opposites.html' title='opposites'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-2849194081039203494</id><published>2008-03-27T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:12:22.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>My sorority has a thing we do for seniors when they are inducted as alumnae.  We gather pearls of wisdom from alumnae, read and present them to the new inductees.  Here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh a lot,&lt;br /&gt;Give and don't expect to get,&lt;br /&gt;Love unconditionally,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and really mean it,&lt;br /&gt;Cry at goodbyes,&lt;br /&gt;Remember your sisters and keep in touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-2849194081039203494?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/2849194081039203494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=2849194081039203494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2849194081039203494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2849194081039203494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/pearl-of-wisdom.html' title='Pearl of Wisdom'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-838773580358328683</id><published>2008-03-27T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:38:19.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bare feet</title><content type='html'>Rachel LOVES having bare feet.  Within the first few miles after leaving the babysitter's house, she has boots and socks off and has her feet all curled up in her blanky sitting in her carseat.  She announces when the boots come off, "boots, off."  Then, I hear, "SOCKS!"  And they are off.  Occassionally I'll hear, "HELP!  SOCKS off!"  when one gets stuck.  And then, "toes! Ah, toes"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-838773580358328683?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/838773580358328683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=838773580358328683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/838773580358328683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/838773580358328683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/bare-feet.html' title='Bare feet'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-1442082700762735898</id><published>2008-03-27T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:35:26.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise, bleh</title><content type='html'>bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have such an aversion (is that a word?) to exercise?  I really NEED it!  So, tonight, after the kids were asleep, I got on the treadmill.  Then, I got some hand weights and actually used them, while on the treadmill.  I was feeling pretty good, I went for 25+ minutes at a brisk walk with weights.  I sweated, a little.  Then, I turned on the Exercise in Demand channel and did a 10 minute ab routine.  WOW!  that has to be like a 5-year record for me! (TOOT TOOT, own horn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so start bets on when I'll have my next burst of exercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-1442082700762735898?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/1442082700762735898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=1442082700762735898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1442082700762735898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1442082700762735898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/exercise-bleh.html' title='Exercise, bleh'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-4406173893499596388</id><published>2008-03-26T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:28:14.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubba and Sissy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-r3ysXIgII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kmlAVs3RyNA/s1600-h/100_4264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182226771516883074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-r3ysXIgII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kmlAVs3RyNA/s320/100_4264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-r3zMXIgJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dUW3rx1W4bQ/s1600-h/100_4276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182226780106817682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-r3zMXIgJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dUW3rx1W4bQ/s320/100_4276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They get along pretty well most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-4406173893499596388?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/4406173893499596388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=4406173893499596388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4406173893499596388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4406173893499596388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/bubba-and-sissy.html' title='Bubba and Sissy'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-r3ysXIgII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kmlAVs3RyNA/s72-c/100_4264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-4655425587023602884</id><published>2008-03-26T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:25:25.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And more CHOCOLATE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-r3b8XIgHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dMhGi71dW3Y/s1600-h/100_4268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182226380674859122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-r3b8XIgHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dMhGi71dW3Y/s320/100_4268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Gramma and Aunt Rudy brought more chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-4655425587023602884?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/4655425587023602884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=4655425587023602884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4655425587023602884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4655425587023602884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-more-chocolate.html' title='And more CHOCOLATE!'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-r3b8XIgHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dMhGi71dW3Y/s72-c/100_4268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-4593451550879684225</id><published>2008-03-26T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:23:10.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta perm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-r2wcXIgGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/F-VxU4VVWAE/s1600-h/100_4286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182225633350549602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-r2wcXIgGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/F-VxU4VVWAE/s400/100_4286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael met me at the back door, then ran to Chris in the living room and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Mom's hair is wicked funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-4593451550879684225?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/4593451550879684225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=4593451550879684225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4593451550879684225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/4593451550879684225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/gotta-perm.html' title='Gotta perm...'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-r2wcXIgGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/F-VxU4VVWAE/s72-c/100_4286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-1100526991691875099</id><published>2008-03-23T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T06:16:50.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-ZXf8XIgDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tGvW0GPT5ks/s1600-h/100_4252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180924627627049010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-ZXf8XIgDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tGvW0GPT5ks/s320/100_4252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-ZXgMXIgEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/04Nd0BTRIF4/s1600-h/100_4254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180924631922016322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-ZXgMXIgEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/04Nd0BTRIF4/s320/100_4254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Easter bunny is so practical! Character garbage cans worked out great. They had a small egg hunt. Rachel divoured her M&amp;amp;M's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180925224627503186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-ZYCsXIgFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/w3xt2RIvbQ4/s320/100_4262.jpg" border="0" /&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/7950458022752698109-1100526991691875099?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/1100526991691875099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=1100526991691875099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1100526991691875099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1100526991691875099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R-ZXf8XIgDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tGvW0GPT5ks/s72-c/100_4252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-1653951953794600256</id><published>2008-03-23T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T06:08:30.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hats and Shoes</title><content type='html'>So my husband has a fetish with hats.  He has bags full of old hats in the basement, a closet shelf full of them in the bedroom and a closet shelf full of them in the kitchen.  Each new style that comes out for his teams needs to be evaluated and most likely bought.  They are usually retired to a shelf at the end of the season to be replaced by the new season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again, we were at the major sporting goods store.  As we pass a clothing section I hear, "Wait I want to look at this rack."  It's a Mets section of hats.  Ugh.  I couldn't resist and gave a sign and rolled my eyes, which did NOT go over well.  They volley of snide comments went back and forth and ended with my comment "then I don't want to hear anything about my shoe collection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went directly from there to the shoe store and bought a fabulous pair of Madden Girl. &lt;a href="http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/34580852/c/2084.html"&gt;http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/34580852/c/2084.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-1653951953794600256?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/1653951953794600256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=1653951953794600256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1653951953794600256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1653951953794600256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/hats-and-shoes.html' title='Hats and Shoes'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-7721537425239055407</id><published>2008-03-23T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T05:55:36.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise</title><content type='html'>We were at a major sporting goods store.  Michael was admiring a long line of treadmills.  "MOM, you should get this one!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said smartly, "because it will be better and getting me on it than the one I already have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Look, it has water bottles!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, that's why I don't use my treadmill, because it doesn't have water bottles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-7721537425239055407?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/7721537425239055407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=7721537425239055407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/7721537425239055407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/7721537425239055407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/exercise.html' title='Exercise'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-2073745735706765142</id><published>2008-03-20T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:33:21.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick names</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but we started calling Rachel "Sister" early on.  It's sort of transitioned to Sissy.  Rachel said this morning as we were getting ready, "Sissy's Coat" when it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael we started calling "Brother."  It has shortened to "Bubba."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are so used to using "Daddy" and "Mommy" when we talk to the kids, we've started calling each other by those names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, We are a family, Bubba, Sissy, Daddy and Mommy Hewey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-2073745735706765142?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/2073745735706765142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=2073745735706765142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2073745735706765142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2073745735706765142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/nick-names.html' title='Nick names'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-8131380190534922422</id><published>2008-03-16T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T05:42:01.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glove Power</title><content type='html'>Michael was distraught Friday at the thought of having to wear his gloves to school again since they were ripped.  "People will laugh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no use explanning to him that we don't care what people think, and they won't laugh because of a little rip and all that stuff.  Besides, his gloves REEK!  I don't know if it is the material, or that they've been wet and sweaty, but they are down right gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we dig through the end of winter sale gloves and find a pair.  After a couple of errand stops, he was getting into the van and said, "these glove give me the POWER!  Did you see how I opened that door?  You should get a pair like these so you can have the Power, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only gloves really did that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-8131380190534922422?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/8131380190534922422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=8131380190534922422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8131380190534922422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8131380190534922422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/glove-power.html' title='Glove Power'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-2407385695052701708</id><published>2008-03-16T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T05:35:12.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink/Blue</title><content type='html'>I had to get windshield washer fluid for my car.  I tend to like the more expensive type because it doesn't freeze and washes really well.  We were at the auto parts store getting a new rear wiper blade.  The expensive type was pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael asked, "Pink instead of blue?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, because it's a girl car instead of a boy car," was my explanation.  I know, not politically correct, but he totally understood and we received some snickers from the men shopping for manly auto parts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-2407385695052701708?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/2407385695052701708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=2407385695052701708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2407385695052701708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2407385695052701708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/pinkblue.html' title='Pink/Blue'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-3645753726479532468</id><published>2008-03-13T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:11:53.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9ndiCeiZuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Zb1te37gTAc/s1600-h/100_4225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177412823489341154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9ndiCeiZuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Zb1te37gTAc/s320/100_4225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to take a picture... you know, in case we all got sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-3645753726479532468?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/3645753726479532468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=3645753726479532468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3645753726479532468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3645753726479532468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/yum.html' title='Yum'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9ndiCeiZuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Zb1te37gTAc/s72-c/100_4225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-2480597066176474044</id><published>2008-03-13T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T18:32:48.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9nVWieiZtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KCIkL1hrOgI/s1600-h/100_4231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177403829827823314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9nVWieiZtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KCIkL1hrOgI/s400/100_4231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing he was wearing his safety glasses...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom, there is a frizbee and a ball stuck up in the pipes in the basement."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't have a ceiling in the basement.  Apparently, while throwing the frizbee, it landed up in the pipes.  To get it down, he threw a ball at it.  The ball landed in the frizbee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-2480597066176474044?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/2480597066176474044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=2480597066176474044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2480597066176474044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2480597066176474044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9nVWieiZtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KCIkL1hrOgI/s72-c/100_4231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-7033326608486888713</id><published>2008-03-13T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T18:25:09.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Show me your muscles"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9nT3ieiZrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-jz0Dr3I63Y/s1600-h/100_4228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177402197740250802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9nT3ieiZrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-jz0Dr3I63Y/s400/100_4228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9nT3yeiZsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/B0HhSrzdPM0/s1600-h/100_4229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177402202035218114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9nT3yeiZsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/B0HhSrzdPM0/s400/100_4229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a mealtime game we play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7950458022752698109-7033326608486888713?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/7033326608486888713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=7033326608486888713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/7033326608486888713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/7033326608486888713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/show-me-your-muscles.html' title='&quot;Show me your muscles&quot;'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9nT3ieiZrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-jz0Dr3I63Y/s72-c/100_4228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-5642022840959177842</id><published>2008-03-13T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T18:03:43.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry day</title><content type='html'>So I'm enjoying my dinner with my husband, finally. Michael and Rachel have finished their's and are cleaned up and off playing. Michael comes running into the livingroom yelling, "MOM, you have to get washing some clothes because the underware I had on were my last pair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up, half snickering, to find Michael looking very serious and... naked. So, I ask, "why are you naked?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not naked, I have one sock!"  ... and he did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-5642022840959177842?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/5642022840959177842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=5642022840959177842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/5642022840959177842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/5642022840959177842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/laundry-day.html' title='Laundry day'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-3569124394689745171</id><published>2008-03-12T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:26:56.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduated</title><content type='html'>I think we've graduated Rachel to sitting at the big table.  I converted the booster high chair seat to just a booster seat and pushed her up to the table.  She LOVED it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-3569124394689745171?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/3569124394689745171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=3569124394689745171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3569124394689745171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3569124394689745171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/graduated.html' title='Graduated'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-9218072395047582948</id><published>2008-03-12T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T03:16:20.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PTSA &amp; BOE, cont...</title><content type='html'>So, there were more attendees at the PTSA meeting.  I roped one of Michael's classmate's mom into coming and she said she will remain active.  YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the BOE meeting last night.  The teachers were there in force and were excited to see community members.  The meeting room was very under utilized.  The board was around a bunch of tables in the form of a square taking up about 66% of the room (wide open hole in the middle of the square).  They had about 30 chairs for visitors.  There had to be close to 100 visitors, so people stood for close to 2 hours during the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it odd that the board goes into closed executive session as the first agenda item?  It might be standard for BOE to do that in all schools.  I just think it is rude to publish the meeting time then kick everyone out for 30 minutes.  And make them wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was HOT!  No air flow.  And the one window that was open about 5 inches was closed about 1-hour into the meeting by a frail guy on the board.  I almost yelled out to make him open it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they did cut the 5-1/2 positions saying that it was due to a declining enrollment (didn't really see a compelling case from the chart), extremely high tax levy increase if they didn't (16.8% vs. 5%), and having to balance due to 5/8 of the last year running in the red.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-9218072395047582948?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/9218072395047582948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=9218072395047582948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/9218072395047582948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/9218072395047582948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/ptsa-boe-cont.html' title='PTSA &amp; BOE, cont...'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-645106168436900063</id><published>2008-03-09T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T17:34:01.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimental</title><content type='html'>for those of you who pledged with me, you know how I can get *sniff, sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the newest new member class drove out to interview me today.  They ask the usual stuff, nothing that they will remember, nothing that matters to college pledges: my major (14 years ago), my pledge sisters and pledge mom (even longer ago), birthday, blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the questions, I asked them why they chose AST (for those that don't know me, that is my sorority).  I got some really great answers and felt really good about our recruiting (nice job actives!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told them why I pledged AST... (Mimi, step in any time) *sniff, sniff*  Love you guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-645106168436900063?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/645106168436900063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=645106168436900063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/645106168436900063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/645106168436900063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/sentimental.html' title='Sentimental'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-2546796315807178771</id><published>2008-03-09T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T17:27:57.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PTSA &amp; BOE</title><content type='html'>I'm getting myself all in a lather about the lack of involvement in PTSA (parent teacher student association).  I couldn't make any of the fall meetings and when I did go to the first one of this semester, I was the 5th person there.  THAT'S IT!  5 people at a PTSA meeting.  Our district has about 1200 students K-12.  5 people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, our teachers have worked without a contract for 4 years!  4 YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep hearing rumors about the BOE meetings where they are making all these decisions and no one is attending to question them.  So a bunch of us mothers are headed to the PTSA meeting and the BOE meeting this week.  The agenda that the BOE posted online is recommending eliminating 5 teaching positions and dropping a 6th to part time!  5-1/2 teaching positions in one meeting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wish me luck, and I'm open to any and all advice if you've been PTSA or BOE active attendees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(man, I'm so wound up right now I don't think I'll be able to go to sleep... time for a glass of&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-2546796315807178771?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/2546796315807178771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=2546796315807178771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2546796315807178771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2546796315807178771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/ptsa-boe.html' title='PTSA &amp; BOE'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-143853466328444003</id><published>2008-03-09T05:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T05:56:50.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more SNOW...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9PdfyeiZoI/AAAAAAAAADw/oPOtG3EPysQ/s1600-h/100_4209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175723934974371458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9PdfyeiZoI/AAAAAAAAADw/oPOtG3EPysQ/s320/100_4209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was taken before our big snow storm. Notice how much of the lawnmower and barrels are showing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175721778900788818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9PbiSeiZlI/AAAAAAAAADY/7RCBDTcoC7U/s320/100_4222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is taken after having the plow guy come 3 times in the last 24 hours and $60 later. Notice: no more barrels, and the lawnmower is almost buried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9PdHyeiZnI/AAAAAAAAADo/5f-Esv7ef4s/s1600-h/100_4224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175723522657511026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9PdHyeiZnI/AAAAAAAAADo/5f-Esv7ef4s/s320/100_4224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is off the back porch.  There are supposed to be 3 steps total before reaching the upper plateform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7950458022752698109-143853466328444003?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/143853466328444003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=143853466328444003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/143853466328444003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/143853466328444003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-snow.html' title='more SNOW...'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9PdfyeiZoI/AAAAAAAAADw/oPOtG3EPysQ/s72-c/100_4209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-3718404059124160714</id><published>2008-03-08T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:56:40.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9NDMCeiZZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aqUpWHLfXLg/s1600-h/100_4196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175554270881277330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9NDMCeiZZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aqUpWHLfXLg/s320/100_4196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the amount of snow that we had before this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9NDOCeiZaI/AAAAAAAAACE/UpHoGHY19dg/s1600-h/100_4197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175554305241015714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9NDOCeiZaI/AAAAAAAAACE/UpHoGHY19dg/s320/100_4197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today, I had the friendly plow guy move snow at 8 am.  We ran some errands, went to a birthday party and when we returned home at 5 pm, I could not get back into the driveway.  I instead when to the plow guy's house and asked if he could please remove the snow that had arrived since his morning visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add new pictures in the morning of the new snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-3718404059124160714?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/3718404059124160714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=3718404059124160714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3718404059124160714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3718404059124160714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/R9NDMCeiZZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aqUpWHLfXLg/s72-c/100_4196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-9136099744551458615</id><published>2008-03-08T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:02:57.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fries</title><content type='html'>My son asked to dump out his milk from BK.  Thinking that was odd, I looked into the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;"There's a fry in there," I said inquisitively.&lt;br /&gt;"Not A fry, FRIES," Was his reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-9136099744551458615?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/9136099744551458615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=9136099744551458615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/9136099744551458615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/9136099744551458615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/fries.html' title='Fries'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-1312987600650683260</id><published>2008-03-08T17:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:01:25.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Super Heros!</title><content type='html'>My son said out of the blue, "I know two superheros; Super God and Super Jesus!"&lt;br /&gt;I asked, "What are their powers?"&lt;br /&gt;"Super LOVE!" was his response.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-1312987600650683260?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/1312987600650683260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=1312987600650683260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1312987600650683260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/1312987600650683260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/really-super-heros.html' title='Really Super Heros!'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-2564903242958328989</id><published>2008-03-08T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T16:59:39.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Food</title><content type='html'>The idea of fast food gets thrown out the window when you have to drive through twice to get what you ordered, then find out when you bite in that it still isn't right!  I've been a fast food employee, IT'S NOT THAT HARD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-2564903242958328989?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/2564903242958328989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=2564903242958328989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2564903242958328989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/2564903242958328989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/fast-food.html' title='Fast Food'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-3771174722166574891</id><published>2008-03-06T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T17:32:36.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>I'd written a very nice and somewhat humorous event, then there was an error posting it and it's lost.  I don't have enough energy to write it again tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-3771174722166574891?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/3771174722166574891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=3771174722166574891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3771174722166574891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3771174722166574891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/03/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-3057320163291375603</id><published>2008-02-27T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:22:48.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sign</title><content type='html'>So I'm chatting to my process engineer on the cell phone while I'm driving.  Don't worry, both hands were on the steering wheel.  I have speaker phone.  I'm babbling on and on about 5 minutes when I look back to check on Rachel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is sitting quietly in her carseat, with her fingers in her ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-3057320163291375603?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/3057320163291375603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=3057320163291375603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3057320163291375603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3057320163291375603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/02/sign.html' title='A Sign'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-431404860509586631</id><published>2008-02-26T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:51:05.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumps</title><content type='html'>In high school... I wore pumps.  Not often, but I had a black pair and a white pair.  Never wore the white pair before Easter or after Labor Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my babies... I used a pump.  I invested some money in a good double-breasted electric.  I got a lot of use out of it.  It traveled back and forth to work with me.  I hate the thought of parting with it... someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work I have to know about pitch pumps...  Have to know that the relief valve is not supposed to be used to regulate the pump speed.  The relief valve is a safety device to let out pressure build up.  I have to know that pump parts are not easy to come by, for some reason.  Our pump life is relatively short compared to what it should be.  Downtime associated with a pump failure is bad.  This is probably the most emotional situation of all the pumps I've ever had to deal with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-431404860509586631?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/431404860509586631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=431404860509586631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/431404860509586631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/431404860509586631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/02/pumps.html' title='Pumps'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-8876212807013521485</id><published>2008-02-25T17:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T17:50:41.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightened my Day</title><content type='html'>After the 100th day project saga and Michael's terrible Sunday, I called my sister for support.  She didn't disappoint.  Her 3rd child fessed up to eating the oldest child's Sea Monkey eggs.  Yup, 1ooth day project didn't seem so bad after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Sissy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-8876212807013521485?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/8876212807013521485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=8876212807013521485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8876212807013521485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/8876212807013521485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/02/lightened-my-day.html' title='Lightened my Day'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-3575436019905667357</id><published>2008-02-25T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T17:48:54.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th Day of School Project</title><content type='html'>So the note home from school said to brainstorm things that you could collect 100 of, then pick one and find a unique way to display it.  Don't ask why, we chose straws.  So for the last two weeks, we've raided ever dollar store in the area buying unique straws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was our day to put the project together.  I started by having Michael arrange the straws on a poster board, thinking I would punch holes through and attach them with rubber bands or something.  He arranged 50 and ran out of reasonable space.  Then I looked at how I would punch holes through and bagged that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next plan was to string them together.  The string worked great through the straight ones but I couldn't push them through the twisted ones.  Yes, I bought sculped bunny ears and twisted straws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third plan was to use fishing line...  It didn't make the curves and now it was Saturday night.  Michael was completely not into doing the project.  Can you blame him?  I was pretty frustrated and irritated by this time, thinking that I was going to cause him to fail Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth plan was to just use straight straws and loop the fishing line from both sides so it was more like a mat than a long string...  IT DIDN'T WORK EITHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, we had fresh outlooks.  The last plan was to cut a cheap bag of 50 neon straws in half and glue them in the shape of 100 on the poster board.  The cutting went well, the gluing went well.  Phew - off to church.  (see previous posts, this was the only thing that went well during the morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was preparing the dining room table for dinner.  He moved the presentation and as soon as he picked up the poster board, pop pop pop, the straws started popping out of the glue and falling off.  NOOOOOO  Luckily, he thought to cut a piece of cardboard to stiffen the backing.  It worked.  I re-glued, and re-glued.  And finally, Monday morning, I drizzled "new skin" over them as an added measure to keep the straws on.  Chris drove Michael to school and carried it into the classrooom.  PHEW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-3575436019905667357?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/3575436019905667357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=3575436019905667357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3575436019905667357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3575436019905667357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/02/100th-day-of-school-project.html' title='100th Day of School Project'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-3211515640876433661</id><published>2008-02-25T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T17:38:55.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daughter Is MiniMe</title><content type='html'>Rachel wanted to brush her hair like I was.  So, I gave her a brush.  She started toward the toilet with it, and because she's known to have toilet fishing tendancies, I started to say, "NO NO."  Then I realized she was pulling the stray hair out of the brush and putting it in the toilet... Like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Michael was throwing a fit about his jeans (see previous post), Rachel started yelling, "WHAT?!"  Like I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-3211515640876433661?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/3211515640876433661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=3211515640876433661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3211515640876433661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3211515640876433661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-daughter-is-minime.html' title='My Daughter Is MiniMe'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-3451711491934496449</id><published>2008-02-25T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T17:36:07.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Sunday was his Alexander day.  He couldn't get his belt bucket to work.  As I was brushing my hair in the bathroom, he was yelling, "STOP, GET OUT OF THERE, STOP IT!"  Thinking it was Rachel he was yelling at, I looked and found she was right by me.  So I asked, "Michael, what are you yelling at?"&lt;br /&gt;  "My jeans are doing bad things to my penis!"  Hmm, no comment on that one.&lt;br /&gt;  Then he went to the van before Rachel and I were ready to leave.  When we finally reach the van, he was inside crying.  I expected the reason to be that we took too long.  Nope, he was upset because he wanted to "scoot over" in his seat, but couldn't because the seatbelt was hurting his hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fell asleep on the way to church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-3451711491934496449?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/3451711491934496449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=3451711491934496449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3451711491934496449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3451711491934496449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/02/michael-and-terrible-horrible-no-good.html' title='Michael and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950458022752698109.post-3112252223038096152</id><published>2008-02-21T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T19:14:51.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question...</title><content type='html'>Why is it that 95% of the toothpaste that is dispensed onto a 5-year-old's tooth brush ends up on the edge of the sink and counter?  I clean so much wasted toothpaste from off the countertop.  And it is Shrek toothpaste, so it looks like green snot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I let Michael get into the bath tub with Rachel.  She LOVED sharing the space with Brubba.  He showed her how to blow bubbles and how to put your head into the water.  She was so impressed and tried to mimic him.  She screamed when I told her it was time to get out.  Michael said, "Mom, I'm going to remind Sister when she gets older about this time that we took a bath together and she didn't want you to take her out because she was having so much fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know a kid is sick when you offer him a cookie for dessert and he leaves it on the table untouched.  Poor Michael has been fighting a fever off and on for 3 days, terrible runny nose and now goopy eyes.  I've called the Dr. and really didn't get much help.  "It's probably a virus, which in that case just make him comfortable until it runs it course."  If he wakes up with goop again tomorrow, I'm bringing him in!  I said, "it might be pink eye."  He got all upset and said, "I don't want a black eye or a pink eye."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950458022752698109-3112252223038096152?l=yocat12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/feeds/3112252223038096152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950458022752698109&amp;postID=3112252223038096152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3112252223038096152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950458022752698109/posts/default/3112252223038096152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yocat12.blogspot.com/2008/02/question.html' title='Question...'/><author><name>yocat12</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WbuQXFRUB8/TQluzUtlRhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7ewP5zeQ9bI/S220/IMG00310-20101010-1340.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
