<?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-1251865221518011558</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:47:32.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Kid Did What?!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-3496250377170356023</id><published>2009-09-02T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:00:03.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling Secrets</title><content type='html'>My daughter is going to be two next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were working on the concept of telling "secrets" - whispering in someone's ear. When I told her I was going to tell her a secret - told her one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then told her, to tell me a secret. :)&lt;br /&gt;She leaned forward, put her face to my ear and [very cutely] said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"secret"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Kelly at &lt;a href="http://www.potatocheesesoup.blogspot.com/"&gt;Honest to Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-3496250377170356023?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3496250377170356023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/09/telling-secrets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/3496250377170356023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/3496250377170356023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/09/telling-secrets.html' title='Telling Secrets'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-984602809996326083</id><published>2009-08-26T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:00:00.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we have not eaten at the Cheesecake Factory since...</title><content type='html'>I had gotten a call from some college friends who wanted to get together for dinner at the Cheesecake Factory. Being a stay-at-home mom I was thrilled to get an invitation for a meal out. Unfortuntely the hubby was out of town on business and had no one else to watch my kids. So, I packed up the 2 kid took them with me. Dinner was pretty good, the kids behaved themselves as well as a 1 and 3 year old can. Toward the end my son kept telling me he had to pee, but I was caught up in conversation and decided he could wait a few more minutes. I was in the middle of telling a story when I heard a gasp. I looked over to find my 3 year old son had whipped it out and was peeing &lt;strong&gt;IN&lt;/strong&gt; the vent next to our booth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say we have not eaten at the Cheesecake Factory since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Submitted by Katie H&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-984602809996326083?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/984602809996326083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-have-not-eaten-at-cheesecake-factory.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/984602809996326083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/984602809996326083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-have-not-eaten-at-cheesecake-factory.html' title='we have not eaten at the Cheesecake Factory since...'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-978361237276769872</id><published>2009-08-26T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:58:07.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring it on</title><content type='html'>break out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incenses&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oooummmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[summonsing all stories]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;light the candles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ooouummmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[summonsing all followers]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ooouummmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt; is it working yet? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see that follow button? [click]&lt;br /&gt;see that email link? [click]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no I am most certainly &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; begging. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;phhtt&lt;/span&gt; who would beg&lt;/em&gt;? I mean come on people please! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you get the point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-978361237276769872?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/978361237276769872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/08/light-candles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/978361237276769872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/978361237276769872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/08/light-candles.html' title='Bring it on'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-5920582729719357101</id><published>2009-08-25T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:13:21.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back!</title><content type='html'>and... yep all of your dreams have come true!! we're back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So send them on over! only this time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ykdwhat@gmail.com"&gt;ykdwhat@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds better than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ohyestheydo@gmail.com"&gt;ohyestheydo@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^don't use that one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to hearing from you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-5920582729719357101?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5920582729719357101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/5920582729719357101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/5920582729719357101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back!'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-9196870098210670277</id><published>2009-06-03T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:22:39.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My hoo ha is MAGIC!</title><content type='html'>This morning - I decided Id take advantage of the fact that Torrae doesnt watch much television...so when she does, shes immobile and engrossed for 20 minutes while she watches a show - so I could take a shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned on Blues clues and she had been drinking some milk in a sippy cup and it was almost gone so I grabbed it and filled it back up before I headed upstairs and she was totally oblivious to me taking it and replacing it between her legs while she sat hypnotized by the noise box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in the shower for about 2 minutes and Torrae comes running up the stairs shouting "MOMMA!! MOMMA!!" and of course I am freaking out and thinking something happened and when she bursts into the bathroom with a huggggggggggge smile on her face and wide eyes and exclaims:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MOM!! My hoo ha is MAGIC!! My hoo ha made MILK FOR ME!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes gonna tell everyone...I just know it!&lt;br /&gt;(she doesnt believe me that I refilled her cup...its DEFINATELY her magical hoo ha of wonder and awe...) Oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Jen Owen at&lt;a href="http://www.jenmartinstudios.com/"&gt; Jen Martin Studios&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-9196870098210670277?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/9196870098210670277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-hoo-ha-is-magic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/9196870098210670277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/9196870098210670277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-hoo-ha-is-magic.html' title='My hoo ha is MAGIC!'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-647003884226830098</id><published>2009-05-05T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:40:56.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sorry.</title><content type='html'>I have let this thing go! :( Noooooooooo. I know, right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been employed with the County in my hometown and now work 8-5, with NO internet access at home. crazy.. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I'm still posting stories, as I get them... just not actively searching for them like I was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to abandon me, or un-follow me, but I will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh don't you worry! We'll be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-647003884226830098?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/647003884226830098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-sorry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/647003884226830098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/647003884226830098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-sorry.html' title='So Sorry.'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-5403059572039436814</id><published>2009-03-26T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T05:14:39.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you be?</title><content type='html'>Lately Amiya has been on a kick where she is constantly asking us, if&lt;br /&gt;we were something what would we be. Here is a snippet of our&lt;br /&gt;conversation tonight while she was getting ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiya: If you were an animal what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I would probably be a giraffe, what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiya: I would be a hippo; do you want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiya: I would be big and fat and no one would mess with me and I&lt;br /&gt;could lay around in a pond and do nothing all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That sounds like a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiya: Yep! If you were a car what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Probably a BMW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiya: Whats that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: An expensive car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiya: Oh one that has TVs that come down from the ceiling and a bar&lt;br /&gt;thingy where you can make grown up drinks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well I don’t know about that, but I would be a convertible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiya: Yeah that would be good having the sun in your hair, you know&lt;br /&gt;what I would be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiya: I would be a minivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: A minivan, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiya: Mom, haven’t you seen the new one on TV where the seats spin&lt;br /&gt;around and there’s a table that folds up, if you get hungry you can&lt;br /&gt;just stop your car turn around and eat your dinner there or play board&lt;br /&gt;games like Sorry, now that is a fancy car!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep Sure is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Rebecca at &lt;a href="http://mommyfirefly.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Life As It Should Be. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-5403059572039436814?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5403059572039436814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-would-you-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/5403059572039436814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/5403059572039436814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-would-you-be.html' title='What would you be?'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-456532266597179431</id><published>2009-03-25T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T05:22:35.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief convo.</title><content type='html'>A brief conversation about Daddy's new tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy to Myla - See Arlo's name, I have you and Mommy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myla to Daddy -Where is your "Daddy" tattoo??? You forgot about "Daddy", Daddy...tehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317099404381746066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/ScohvLGdc5I/AAAAAAAAADc/qVTc_L755nU/s320/blogger" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by Jodi at &lt;a href="http://lifeaslimber.blogspot.com/"&gt;Limber as Life.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-456532266597179431?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/456532266597179431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/brief-convo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/456532266597179431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/456532266597179431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/brief-convo.html' title='Brief convo.'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/ScohvLGdc5I/AAAAAAAAADc/qVTc_L755nU/s72-c/blogger' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-7934762548961635215</id><published>2009-03-20T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:32:36.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At least I wasn't driving.. I would have crashed!</title><content type='html'>My 3 year old daughter is going to the Montessori school and they have all these cool gadgets and gizmos and puzzles and books and awesome learning toys - and as per usual - I asked Torrae what she did in school today...she was really struggling to come up with the right word to describe the thing she had been playing with. She was making this horrible frustrated face and moving her hands in little circles and motioning to try to encourage me to guess what it was she was trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds she stopped and instead of a furrowed frustrated brow, she opened her eyes real wide, smiled a huge smile and said matter of factly "Matthew and I screwed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I wasnt driving this time. I would have crashed! It was hilarious - mostly because my first thought was - man...Im so glad shes not 15 right now...it would be a whole different meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(they had a little tool shop area where they could use screw drivers and screw bolts into wood and take them out again...*WHEW*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by Jen Owen at &lt;a href="http://www.jenmartinstudios.com/"&gt;Jen Martin Studios.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-7934762548961635215?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7934762548961635215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-least-i-wasnt-driving-i-would-have.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/7934762548961635215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/7934762548961635215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-least-i-wasnt-driving-i-would-have.html' title='At least I wasn&apos;t driving.. I would have crashed!'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-5658697703924571683</id><published>2009-03-20T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:28:53.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday it is...</title><content type='html'>One day my 3-yr-old daughter says out of the blue as I walk past her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait to be older and have a big butt like you and daddy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texed my husband what she had said, and he texed back "Monday it is..." (to start working out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Anonymous. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-5658697703924571683?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5658697703924571683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/5658697703924571683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/5658697703924571683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-it-is.html' title='Monday it is...'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-636635881852998969</id><published>2009-02-28T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:43:48.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my bestest friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today my 4 year old son, Drew told me that he wanted to go to College. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;"Well, one day you will be able to go to College, Drew," I told him.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;"I want to go to College with you, Mommy, because you are my bestest friend."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;"Okay honey," I told him. "I will remind you when you are 18 that you want to go College with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Janna @ Janana Bee&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jannabee2.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.jannabee2.blogspot.com&lt;/a&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/1251865221518011558-636635881852998969?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/636635881852998969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-are-my-bestest-friend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/636635881852998969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/636635881852998969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-are-my-bestest-friend.html' title='You are my bestest friend.'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-6030281151597072074</id><published>2009-02-23T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:38:08.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The kid dropped a load on me.</title><content type='html'>I have mentioned before that after bath time the G-man enjoys streaking.  There is nothing the boy likes better than sprinting up and down the hallway buck naked, squealing in delight and tacking mommy or daddy when he gets to the end of the hallway.  I of course have realized that this probably is not the best idea.  I was aware of the risks involved in allowing an 18 month old to streak.  But he gets such joy out of it that we have allowed him to spend a few minutes streaking in the evening after getting out of the bath.  Plus, it really wears him out and he is ready for bed when he is done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night after his bath, before diapering and jammies he was spending a few minutes running the hallway, letting it all hang out.  Andy was in G-man's room and I was at the other end of the hallway, so he made about 10 trips back and forth down the hallway between us.  He also decided to drag his giant 6 foot stuffed snake along with him.  On occasion it caused him to trip, but he handled it well.  He realizes that is one of the risks associated with streaking with a giant snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was getting close to bedtime.  He was getting ready to make a final streak down the hallway to daddy.  He had to step over my leg.  All of a sudden, as he was straddling my leg, he got a bit of a puzzled look on his face.  Looking back, it may have been a look of concentration.  Anyway, it was at that moment that he let loose!  THE KID DROPPED A LOAD ON ME!!!  Now, when I say load, I am not referring to a small turn, this was a HUGE poop! Like adult size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed!  I didn't mean to, but it was like seeing a bat flying around my house, it scared the poop out of me (not literally, thank God, I already had enough of a mess to clean up).  So, I am covered in poop, as is the snake, screaming "He's pooping on me, he's pooping on me!!!".  And do you know what Andy did?  He laughed!  He thought it was the funniest thing ever that I had been soiled!  I was not pleased!  Poor little G-man seemed to feel bad about dropping a load on me and he started crying.  I'm sure my scream didn't help with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Andy took the G-man to get cleaned up and put on a much needed diaper.  I changed my clothes and put the poor snake in the wash.  The G-man wanted to give me hugs after the incident.  He must have felt bad!  So, that is my story! &lt;br /&gt;Moral:  just because streaking is fun doesn't mean you should let your kid do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by Abby at &lt;a href="http://meandmyboys-abby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Me and My Boys.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-6030281151597072074?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6030281151597072074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/kid-dropped-load-on-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/6030281151597072074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/6030281151597072074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/kid-dropped-load-on-me.html' title='The kid dropped a load on me.'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-6048616869611150666</id><published>2009-02-22T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:18:13.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're really old mom.</title><content type='html'>Conversation with the 11 year old who has an obsession as of late with&lt;br /&gt;wars and the military...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arryn: Mom who all do you know that served in Desert Storm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well Papap did, he went to Kuwait, and Catherine's Dad went to&lt;br /&gt;Germany to help out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arryn: Well who do you know other than them that went over there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well that is about it, dad's friend Doug I think may have went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arryn: Did any of your friends go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well no Arryn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arryn: But I thought you had friends who were in the military, didn't&lt;br /&gt;they go over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Arryn, Desert Storm was in 1990/1991 I was in the 8th grade during&lt;br /&gt;Desert Storm and so were most of my friends who are in the military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arryn: Oh, wow you're really old mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um yea that's all I needed to hear into my 32nd year of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of the line from Deanna Carter's song Strawberry Wine,&lt;br /&gt;which came out around the time I was 19 or so, it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I still remember, when thirty was old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clearly remember thinking at the time, yep I don't want to think&lt;br /&gt;about when I will be 30!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by Becky at&lt;a href="http://www.mommyfirefly.blogspot.com/"&gt; My Life As It Should Be.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-6048616869611150666?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6048616869611150666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-really-old-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/6048616869611150666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/6048616869611150666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-really-old-mom.html' title='You&apos;re really old mom.'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-7193615772358923660</id><published>2009-02-20T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:44:10.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My daughter keeps me on my toes...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Her name is Torrae. (sounds like Tore-Ray) She is 3 now. I know I have many more years of entertainment ahead...and I cant wait.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;This is probably one of my favorite stories to share - and one I will probably torture her with for ...forever :)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My daughter and I have been spending most of our days doing craft projects, painting pictures, drawing, making sticker pages, and various other artsy things while her brothers are away at school for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She painted a lovely picture and every once in a while she would pause to say "&lt;em&gt;its beautiful mommy, is it beautiful&lt;/em&gt;?" or "&lt;em&gt;look!!! I made it&lt;/em&gt;!" and of course I would respond with a "&lt;em&gt;Yes! It IS beautiful&lt;/em&gt;!" or a "&lt;em&gt;you sure did!! Good job&lt;/em&gt;!" and after the paint was dry I tried to put the painting on the fridge only to get a "&lt;em&gt;NO!! Its mine!! I made it&lt;/em&gt;!!" and had to chase her around the house to get it from her... but eventually she let me display her creativity on the food box for all to see and made sure to show everyone that walked into the house her beautiful painting... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So she's been making things and creating things and has now started declaring her ownership of said creations once she's finished them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well that's fine and all – except one day, while I was making lunch in the kitchen, she was in the living room by herself, drawing a picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or so I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hear "&lt;em&gt;Look mom!! Its beautiful&lt;/em&gt;!" and I of course cant see her at the moment so I shout back "&lt;em&gt;Yes sweetie!! It sure is&lt;/em&gt;!!" and I hear a few giggles and a "&lt;em&gt;I made it&lt;/em&gt;!!!" and I ask her what she made and I get: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"My poop!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My heart stopped there for a minute and I slowly walked to the living room to find my daughter – diaperless, sitting on the hardwood floors (thank goodness for hardwood floors), holding a giant "present" in her hands, turning it over and over, and giggling with delight at her "creation"... (mind you it WAS all speckled with orange carrot pieces and some yellow corn...so technically it WAS kind of pretty...ahem) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I said "&lt;em&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/em&gt;!" she got up faster than fast, grabbed the dirty diaper in one hand, the turd in the other and ran into her room screaming "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO!!! Its MINE!! I MAAAAAAADE IT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Needless to say she got a bath, I gagged alot and wished someone had been home to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy would that have been a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by Jen at &lt;a href="http://www.jenmartinstudios.com/"&gt;Jen Martin Studios.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jenmartinstudios.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-7193615772358923660?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7193615772358923660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-made-it.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/7193615772358923660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/7193615772358923660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-made-it.html' title='I made it!!'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-7979239511517465293</id><published>2009-02-19T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:09:37.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugs</title><content type='html'>One morning I woke up nauseated and dizzy. To put it simply, I felt like a pile of crap. My sweet husband took Monkey out shopping, and I spent the day on the couch. When Monkey came home, I warned him not to drink after me because I had picked up a bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monkey: Why did you pick up a bug?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's just what you say when you feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monkey: Well, you shouldn't pick up sick bugs. Let their mommies take care of them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not have said it any better myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Submitted by Michaelle at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://monkeysmomma.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Monkey's Momma.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-7979239511517465293?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7979239511517465293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/bugs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/7979239511517465293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/7979239511517465293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/bugs.html' title='Bugs'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-6727114871579179900</id><published>2009-02-18T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:58:54.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When they get quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was cleaning the kitchen and Mercy got really quiet. Like, REALLY quiet. You know, the kind of quiet that just SCREAMS, "I'm up to something...you better come find me! QUICK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't notice just how quiet she was until she came into the kitchen...&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=1251865221518011558" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is what she looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SZwuuxIdFGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/56GUGr4bRs8/s1600-h/Feb+18th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SZwuuxIdFGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/56GUGr4bRs8/s320/Feb+18th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304165842133259362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little stinker got into the diaper cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how she got it open...I always thought the container was hard to open. Well, she didn't seem to have any problems with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got the camera and asked her to show me where she got the fancy cream for her face she sat right down with the diaper bag, pulled out the cream, opened it and started to "apply" it to her face! She must have been copying me! (btw...she LOVES lotion...)&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SZwvm9ZfpuI/AAAAAAAAADU/zdb0dKe7MNg/s1600-h/feb+18th+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SZwvm9ZfpuI/AAAAAAAAADU/zdb0dKe7MNg/s320/feb+18th+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304166807498630882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SZwuvMwNxyI/AAAAAAAAADM/4X02G1WergE/s1600-h/feb+18trh+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SZwuvMwNxyI/AAAAAAAAADM/4X02G1WergE/s320/feb+18trh+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304165849547786018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=1251865221518011558" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=1251865221518011558" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, isn't that the way it is with little ones? Never a dull moment!&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SZwuu8e6UkI/AAAAAAAAADE/lJm-0DvJzrg/s1600-h/feb+18th+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SZwuu8e6UkI/AAAAAAAAADE/lJm-0DvJzrg/s320/feb+18th+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304165845180240450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Submitted by Brenda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-6727114871579179900?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6727114871579179900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-they-get-quiet.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/6727114871579179900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/6727114871579179900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-they-get-quiet.html' title='When they get quiet'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SZwuuxIdFGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/56GUGr4bRs8/s72-c/Feb+18th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-8493907462668733247</id><published>2009-02-15T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:13:11.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Really Was...</title><content type='html'>One of the very dignified elders at our church grabbed my cute little girl Brandy, lifted her above his head, turned her over so that her dress fell over her head.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to discover that somewhere between my house, and that minute she had shed her underwear in an undisclosed location...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it could have been the shocked gasps...and silence as mortified I said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"she really was wearing underwear..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Submitted by Robyn at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://oneofthejonesat.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the Jones!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-8493907462668733247?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8493907462668733247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-really-was.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/8493907462668733247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/8493907462668733247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-really-was.html' title='She Really Was...'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-5053683242749951640</id><published>2009-02-13T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:41:30.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking For What He Lost</title><content type='html'>From the other room, I heard my husband tell Monkey that he could not get his sleeping bag down from the top of his closet. He wanted him to pick up the toys all over the living room floor first. A few minutes later I heard some rustling coming from the direction of Monkey's room, then a crash and a thud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, you guessed it. He decided that he was too going to get his sleeping bag down from the top of the closet, even if dad had said "No". In the process, he lost his balance and fell off the chair he was climbing on, scratching his leg up pretty badly. As we were cleaning it up and applying Triple Antibiotic Ointment and bandaids, Carl commented that it looked like it had just peeled the first layer of skin right off. I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, after the tears were dried and he was feeling better, I found Monkey rooting around in his room. I asked him what he was looking for. He looked up at me, replied, "My skin," and kept on digging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Submitted by Michaelle at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://monkeysmomma.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monkey's Momma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-5053683242749951640?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5053683242749951640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/looking-for-what-he-lost.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/5053683242749951640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/5053683242749951640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/looking-for-what-he-lost.html' title='Looking For What He Lost'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-1492166303971545939</id><published>2009-02-11T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:54:19.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Double Dare You</title><content type='html'>This conversation occurred while my 2 year old daughter was rubbing my belly. It seems her 5 year old brother has convinced her that  my pregnancy is a scam and I am just fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: "What's in your stomach?"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:   "Two babies."&lt;br /&gt;Daughter:  "Two babies?"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:    "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;Daughter:   "Jordan said you just fat."&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:    "No, I am not just fat. I have two babies in my stomach."&lt;br /&gt;Daughter:   "Prove it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by Stesha at&lt;a href="http://hotchocolatecaramelmocha.blogspot.com/"&gt; Hot Chocolate Caramel Mocha.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotchocolatecaramelmocha.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp255/easybakemommy/hccm_button.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotchocolatecaramelmocha.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-1492166303971545939?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1492166303971545939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-double-dare-you.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/1492166303971545939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/1492166303971545939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-double-dare-you.html' title='I Double Dare You'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-1416835994482625422</id><published>2009-02-10T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:55:05.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>This morning I was homeschooling Caleb, our Kindergartener.  We were talking about the different seasons, and I asked him if he could name the seasons.  He sat and pondered for a moment, and then he said, “Open Season?”  Hubby and I both laughed.  We love this movie, and I guess he’s watched it a little too much if he thinks it’s an ACTUAL season.  After calming our laughs, we continued our discussion, and he finally remembered the 4 seasons.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Sherrie at &lt;a href="http://www.childresshousehold.blogspot.com/"&gt;Boogers, Screams, Headaches ,and Dreams.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://childresshousehold.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/ONCEUPONABLOG/buttoncopy-4.png" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-1416835994482625422?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1416835994482625422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/seasons.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/1416835994482625422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/1416835994482625422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/seasons.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-1721297137214503183</id><published>2009-02-09T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:03:04.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SZBvxCEaM0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Xgbutkx-vFY/s1600-h/105_2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SZBvxCEaM0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Xgbutkx-vFY/s400/105_2020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300859649574712130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, my inbox is....... empty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a photo.  Enjoy your day. &amp;amp; let's hope that your kid does something amazingly funny - so you can share it with us!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-1721297137214503183?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1721297137214503183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/1721297137214503183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/1721297137214503183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/again.html' title='Again!'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SZBvxCEaM0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Xgbutkx-vFY/s72-c/105_2020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-8370266183101106958</id><published>2009-02-05T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:57:47.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Stories!</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely ZERO stories in my inbox.  So. when this happens, I'm forced to share one of my own. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYsK7mX0TtI/AAAAAAAAACs/-vnUdhDF4L4/s1600-h/n22422010_37767497_252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299341405560524498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYsK7mX0TtI/AAAAAAAAACs/-vnUdhDF4L4/s400/n22422010_37767497_252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me and my lovely daughter, doing some laundry.  She's a big helper.  BUT the story..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See that speaker in the background?  The one with the big hole? Yep. &amp;amp; See that cookie jar? The cookie jar that comes with shapes. Yep.  Apparently, the speaker is a perfect place to stash those shapes.  Oh! And not only the shapes, but little puffs, spoons, anything small enough to get her hands on - is IN the speaker!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We usually empty it at the end of the day to see what treasures our daughter has buried. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now send me some stories! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-8370266183101106958?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8370266183101106958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-stories.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/8370266183101106958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/8370266183101106958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-stories.html' title='No Stories!'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYsK7mX0TtI/AAAAAAAAACs/-vnUdhDF4L4/s72-c/n22422010_37767497_252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-8942080185285453708</id><published>2009-02-03T05:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:55:25.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know what I'm going to name my rhino?</title><content type='html'>Caleb is quite the animal lover. He's very adamant about having a zoo of his own one day, and he'd also like to go to Africa to take pictures of animals and termite mounds (I know...we're raising such a bright kid...LOL!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, take a listen into our conversation over lunch this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: "Daddy, you know what I'm going to name my rhino at my zoo?"&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "No, son, What?"&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: "Horny." (insert hysterical laughing from mommy and daddy...hardly able to keep the pizza in our mouths).&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: "Daddy, know what I'm going to name my lions?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: "Clawy. Know what I'm going to name my snakes?"&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: "Small head." (insert more hysterical laughing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation went on like this through lots of other animals, but they weren't as funny. So, as you can see...we are never without a laugh here in our family! Love those kiddos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by Sherrie at &lt;a href="http://childresshousehold.blogspot.com/"&gt;Boogers, Screams, Headaches, and Dreams.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://childresshousehold.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/ONCEUPONABLOG/buttoncopy-4.png" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-8942080185285453708?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8942080185285453708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-know-what-im-going-to-name-my.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/8942080185285453708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/8942080185285453708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-know-what-im-going-to-name-my.html' title='Do you know what I&apos;m going to name my rhino?'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-7894959718437937150</id><published>2009-02-02T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:55:41.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Washing the Dishes</title><content type='html'>One day as my husband and I were leaving to run some errands, my husband asked his 15 year old son to wash the dishes in the sink.  He said he would.  When we got home I found the dishes in the sink had indeed been washed, however, the dirty dishes sitting beside the sink had not.  When I asked my step-son about it, he said "I thought you just wanted the ones in the sink washed"!  Moral of the story - explain exactly what you want done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Submitted by &lt;a href="http://andnowtheresfiveofus.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Mom aka TheMom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-7894959718437937150?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7894959718437937150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/washing-dishes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/7894959718437937150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/7894959718437937150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/washing-dishes.html' title='Washing the Dishes'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-7167793728163184520</id><published>2009-01-31T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:56:41.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know. She owns me.</title><content type='html'>My daughter and I are having a battle of wills at night time. She is 2.5 and still gives me a hard time going to bed. Last night it went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I go in was for a dirty diaper (she is potty training and refuses to poop on the potty, waits for her bedtime diaper so she knows she has to get changed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time she took her jammies off and threw them on the floor. Needed them back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FINAL time was what did me in. I go in to find her laying on her back, one leg up out of her blankets and she says to me….."I need my foot covered up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. She owns me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by Cammie at &lt;a href="http://www.houseofnosleep.blogspot.com/"&gt;House Of No Sleep&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/jqp35j.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-7167793728163184520?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7167793728163184520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-she-owns-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/7167793728163184520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/7167793728163184520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-she-owns-me.html' title='I know. She owns me.'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/jqp35j_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-2606144906232605960</id><published>2009-01-30T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:31:52.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy, I can feel your whiskers!</title><content type='html'>My Mom came over to drop my three year old son off after watching him for the day. I was so excited to see him, I sat down on the floor and pulled him into my lap to give him a big hug. He squirmed out and said, "Mommy, I can feel your whiskers!" I couldn't figure out what he was talking about until he pointed at my stubbly calves peeking out underneath my shorts, right in front of my Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by &lt;a href="http://www.jannabee2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janana Bee&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-2606144906232605960?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2606144906232605960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/mommy-i-can-feel-your-whiskers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/2606144906232605960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/2606144906232605960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/mommy-i-can-feel-your-whiskers.html' title='Mommy, I can feel your whiskers!'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-8291439376483161269</id><published>2009-01-29T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:48:18.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaggy gag gag.</title><content type='html'>My 2 year old had her cute little teacups out the other night. She had her juice from McDonald's. She brought me over a little cup ,while I was blogging, with some juice. Aww, cute Lil Rambler....sip, sip, sip, AHHH. Here you go...she smiles contently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then wondered how she poured the juice in without spilling it. So I looked over the laptop and watched in horror. She sipped her juice through her straw and spit it back out into the teacup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaggy gag gag. I know she's my kid. But still.&lt;br /&gt;You know me and my gag reflex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Submitted by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://noheasmith.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Rambler.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-8291439376483161269?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8291439376483161269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/gaggy-gag-gag.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/8291439376483161269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/8291439376483161269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/gaggy-gag-gag.html' title='Gaggy gag gag.'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-8737006223148608069</id><published>2009-01-28T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:28:02.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC-tmcgNbI/AAAAAAAAACc/Xv14Rxb7Bao/s1600-h/Thank+You+sign.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC-tmcgNbI/AAAAAAAAACc/Xv14Rxb7Bao/s400/Thank+You+sign.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296442852411192754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to &lt;a href="http://blogstalkersunite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog Stalkers Unite&lt;/a&gt; for giving me a shout out today! I've got a few different emails from people sending stories, but I would love some more! :) I'm also trying to figure out how to create myself a button.  So if anyone gets really bored, feel free to send that advice my way:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for all of the support! *ps* I've found another awesome way to get people to my blog and submit stories.  I'm going ot be doing a giveaway... soon!  Not yet, but soon:) Thanks for the tips people!                            -Kelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-8737006223148608069?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8737006223148608069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/8737006223148608069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/8737006223148608069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC-tmcgNbI/AAAAAAAAACc/Xv14Rxb7Bao/s72-c/Thank+You+sign.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-1882339315451770651</id><published>2009-01-28T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T06:17:15.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYBo4djHAZI/AAAAAAAAABs/R0awvNT8384/s1600-h/send+me+stories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYBo4djHAZI/AAAAAAAAABs/R0awvNT8384/s400/send+me+stories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296348481001554322" 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/1251865221518011558-1882339315451770651?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1882339315451770651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/1882339315451770651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/1882339315451770651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYBo4djHAZI/AAAAAAAAABs/R0awvNT8384/s72-c/send+me+stories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-1578057705933321964</id><published>2009-01-26T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T07:23:03.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEND ME SOME STORIES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Does that sound demanding? Does that sound desperate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It is! :)&lt;/span&gt; Please send me some stories. &lt;em&gt;I know you have them!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295622519882676258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SX3Un9oqeCI/AAAAAAAAABk/FrHeviNTLko/s320/free.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay so this is not me.  Not even remotely close to me. But, this woman looks happy, which is what I will be when you send me some stories! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-1578057705933321964?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1578057705933321964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/send-me-some-stories_26.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/1578057705933321964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/1578057705933321964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/send-me-some-stories_26.html' title='SEND ME SOME STORIES!'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SX3Un9oqeCI/AAAAAAAAABk/FrHeviNTLko/s72-c/free.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-5802100848868243817</id><published>2009-01-21T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:10:57.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubbing the Stubble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you are about to see is all Daddy's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the morning of the incident Ryan did spend a whole lot of time shaving his head while Miles watched in fascination. He also showed Miles how everything works, considering it a Father/Son kind of learning adventure. And then he &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; leave his razor out on the bathroom counter. What 3-year-old who wants to be like Daddy could resist such a temptation? Not ours. No, not ours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293763779680017842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SXc6HCyoHbI/AAAAAAAAABU/x7_iUC9pIZ4/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that big bald area? Mostly Daddy's fault right? I was innocently chatting with my sister-in-law in the kitchen, unaware that Miles had moved across the hall like a sphinx, leaving his cousins to play in his room. He simply moved too fast for me to have time to notice. I'm super attentive, so I KNOW this is not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293763782282955714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SXc6HMfNy8I/AAAAAAAAABM/CPIA-r8qG3g/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293763775907559122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SXc6G0vM9tI/AAAAAAAAABE/4DZofIjkJVk/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I took him to "get it fixed" yesterday, I felt a little sheepish walking into Kid's Hair with a half-bald child, so I decided I would just take advantage of winter and keep the hat on the noggin until it was our turn. I'm smart like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was packed of course, and the stylists were running way behind. The moment I removed Miles' coat, he reached up, whipped off his hat and shouted to the masses in the waiting room,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Actually, I shaved my head! YEAH, actually I DID that. I shaved it!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I hung my head in shame. Maybe not. Maybe I got some "looks" from other parents who wanted to slap some tape over my child's mouth so he'd stop giving their children "ideas." Maybe. Maybe I just smiled and said loudly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yeah, HE DID!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sheepish giggle) (blank stares) (silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look on the bright side, shall we? You know you want to say it--&lt;em&gt;It's just hair, it will grow back. &lt;/em&gt;Yes, that's true. And in the meantime, Miles has a new self-soothing technique I like to call, "rubbing the stubble." What could be better? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Submitted by, Heather at &lt;a href="http://theextraordinaryordinary.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Extraordinary Ordinary&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/1251865221518011558-5802100848868243817?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5802100848868243817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/rubbing-stubble.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/5802100848868243817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/5802100848868243817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/rubbing-stubble.html' title='Rubbing the Stubble'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SXc6HCyoHbI/AAAAAAAAABU/x7_iUC9pIZ4/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-6904683376685183005</id><published>2009-01-19T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:52:02.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxi Pads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SXSghZVs4gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sLesMIKoeK0/s1600-h/Maxi_pad_Ultra_Dry_Sanitary_Napkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293031957665210882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SXSghZVs4gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sLesMIKoeK0/s200/Maxi_pad_Ultra_Dry_Sanitary_Napkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My youngest, Jenna is 16 months old. We often let her roam around the house and play in whatever room she'd like. Her favorite is the bathroom. (we keep it clean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have one specific drawer that does not have a child safety lock so she can play in it. We keep some of her toys in there so she feels like she has her own "space" in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. One night, we were hosting a dinner party for my husband's boss and his fiance. Just after dinner, the fiance headed off to our restroom.. when she returned, her face was beat red and I think she was crying a little from laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed into the bathroom... apparently, our eldest daughter, (17) had placed a box of maxi pads in our toddlers drawer on accident. Jenna had gotten into them and needless to say.. they were ALL over. Everything. &lt;strong&gt;Everywhere!&lt;/strong&gt; There were pads lining the toilet seat, in the tub.. she even opened them up, took off the backing and stuck them to the walls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a pretty good impression. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Submitted by Andrea, (currently working on a blog).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-6904683376685183005?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6904683376685183005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/maxi-pads.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/6904683376685183005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/6904683376685183005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/maxi-pads.html' title='Maxi Pads'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SXSghZVs4gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sLesMIKoeK0/s72-c/Maxi_pad_Ultra_Dry_Sanitary_Napkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-3353461441583617402</id><published>2009-01-16T12:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:45:36.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Pigs Do?</title><content type='html'>My son, Andrew - 5, had not been breastfed. We tried, didn't work. When my second came along, same routine, tried, didn't work for us. I probably didn't try hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, he hadn't been exposed to it. I took him over to my MIL's house for Thanksgiving Dinner, where his favorite Aunt was nursing her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I braced myself. Waited to see his response before I jumped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: "Where's the baby"&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: "Under the blanket"&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: "What is she doing under there"&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: "I'm feeding her..."&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: "Where's the bottle"&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: "Well I feed her differently than you and your brother were fed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;awkward silence, I could tell he was in thought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Andrew, she feeds him like a mother cat or mother dog feeds their puppies/kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: "Ohhhhhhhhhhh (big sigh) like the pigs do? I saw a pig on TV do that once."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, like the pigs do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Submitted by Kayleigh, (blogname left anonymous)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-3353461441583617402?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3353461441583617402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-pigs-do.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/3353461441583617402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/3353461441583617402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-pigs-do.html' title='Like Pigs Do?'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-4975717174160807663</id><published>2009-01-16T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:05:33.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fairy Mermaid</title><content type='html'>My friend was cleaning and heard my 4 year old daughter talking in the hallway to herself, "Please Heavenly Father! Please turn me into a fairy mermaid so I can breathe under water! Please please Heavenly Father!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posted by Carrie at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rowdystroudy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Rowdy Stroudy's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-4975717174160807663?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4975717174160807663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/fairy-mermaid.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/4975717174160807663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/4975717174160807663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/fairy-mermaid.html' title='A Fairy Mermaid'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-93414863934030324</id><published>2009-01-16T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:08:43.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>send me some stories!</title><content type='html'>We're dying to hear your goofy stories of your children!! Send them to &lt;a href="mailto:ohyestheydo@gmail.com"&gt;ohyestheydo@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; we will work our hardest at getting them up on our site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know you have at least one, if not a bajillion stories about your children. Now's the time to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pluck one off your lovely blog and send it to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ohyestheydo@gmail.com"&gt;ohyestheydo@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-93414863934030324?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/93414863934030324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/send-me-some-stories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/93414863934030324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/93414863934030324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/send-me-some-stories.html' title='send me some stories!'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-6782235012562131016</id><published>2009-01-15T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T05:56:01.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father</title><content type='html'>So we haven't taken my youngest, R, (he's five) to Church in a really long time.  I know we should, and I'm not even going to begin to explain the bajillion reasons I can come up with as to WHY we haven't gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mass had ended, we were going in peace and as usual, Father was standing at the end of the hall bidding everyone farewell for the week.  As we were approaching, I told my son, "Now make sure to smile at Father and give him a handshake".  My son, yes MY son, turns to me and yells, in a very loud and angry tone- "THAT'S NOT MY FATHER!!!, MOM! THAT'S NOT MY FATHER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We WILL be going to Church from now on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posted by: Trish (blogname left anonymous)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-6782235012562131016?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6782235012562131016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/father.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/6782235012562131016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/6782235012562131016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/father.html' title='Father'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251865221518011558.post-50102575318230397</id><published>2009-01-14T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:46:01.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticker Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SW5Qjpnv5OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hRRNAuaahEM/s1600-h/YBW8E9CAMQPY7QCA5312J8CA1O3P0HCAGUID8PCACV1F8UCAE01ZVACA698SFDCAVZLY3ACA74EHDJCA20J94MCA2HKT9VCA3649BDCAEKPSD7CA7AAX6CCAVWVWUZCAOYC6F6CA7XS6R5CA2OY2QTCA0JYMVN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291255185605125346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SW5Qjpnv5OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hRRNAuaahEM/s200/YBW8E9CAMQPY7QCA5312J8CA1O3P0HCAGUID8PCACV1F8UCAE01ZVACA698SFDCAVZLY3ACA74EHDJCA20J94MCA2HKT9VCA3649BDCAEKPSD7CA7AAX6CCAVWVWUZCAOYC6F6CA7XS6R5CA2OY2QTCA0JYMVN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter, A - 15 months, enjoys picking the green Wal Mart price stickers off at the store! She insists on collecting every sticker from the bottom shelf of each aisle we walk down. I feel sorry for the people who have to go back through and price them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posted by Kelly at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.potatocheesesoup.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honest to Blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251865221518011558-50102575318230397?l=ykdwhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/feeds/50102575318230397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/sticker-thief.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/50102575318230397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251865221518011558/posts/default/50102575318230397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ykdwhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/sticker-thief.html' title='Sticker Thief'/><author><name>YKDWhat?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605715091338589134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SYC20b_b84I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fZoJoxoKSGU/S220/button.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEVfyoTuTzw/SW5Qjpnv5OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hRRNAuaahEM/s72-c/YBW8E9CAMQPY7QCA5312J8CA1O3P0HCAGUID8PCACV1F8UCAE01ZVACA698SFDCAVZLY3ACA74EHDJCA20J94MCA2HKT9VCA3649BDCAEKPSD7CA7AAX6CCAVWVWUZCAOYC6F6CA7XS6R5CA2OY2QTCA0JYMVN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
