<?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-28564215</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:32:31.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Toes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-1656800202480532449</id><published>2008-09-28T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:23:28.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dibber Dobber Dity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...that is what I called it when I was little, but it is really Silver Dollar City.  Grams and Pa took me there a few days ago.  It was so fun because we took the camper and I got to sleep in my own bunk bed.  Grams always packs lots of good things when we camp, like marshmallows and gummy treats.   My mom doesn't buy those gummy treats because she says they will make me turn into a wild Indian.  Pa and Grams took me on the frog ride tea cups, train and all the rides for hours and hours!  Pa told me funny stories and then one night me and Pa had a burping contest.   It was so fun!  Except for the last morning, I met a fun girl named Julianna, who was 6.  She and I played and played and when we had to leave we both just hugged and cried.  I miss that girl.  Oh well, maybe I will see her next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-1656800202480532449?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/1656800202480532449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=1656800202480532449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/1656800202480532449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/1656800202480532449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2008/09/dibber-dobber-dity.html' title='Dibber Dobber Dity'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-7247814030886540923</id><published>2008-09-13T07:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T07:24:58.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SMvMpNE1-CI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Hxw8SPQNaYE/s1600-h/Red-Heart-on-Orange-Background.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SMvMpNE1-CI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Hxw8SPQNaYE/s320/Red-Heart-on-Orange-Background.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245511199259752482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad say I have a big heart and that one day I'll be helping people in Guatemala or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to watch the weather and check it on mom's phone.  When I saw a big storm on TV, a hurricane, Dad told me that some people have to leave their houses.  I told him they could stay with us and use my bed.  Also, when mom told me about a lady that doesn't have a real home, I said, "Mom, she can stay with us and share my pop-tarts!"  Sometimes I talk about Grace from Guatemala (I am good at remembering stuff).   She has some of my old things now.  I told Dad that he can hold Ryan and mom can hold Grace and she can be part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad say they are proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-7247814030886540923?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/7247814030886540923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=7247814030886540923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/7247814030886540923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/7247814030886540923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-heart.html' title='A Big Heart'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SMvMpNE1-CI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Hxw8SPQNaYE/s72-c/Red-Heart-on-Orange-Background.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-311249083104786984</id><published>2008-08-21T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:57:03.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Mom</title><content type='html'>That's it...I'm getting a NEW mom.  I told her so today.  You can get them at the toy store.  The toy store is where I wanted to go to get a new girl, but Mom said, "No, not today." &lt;br /&gt;That is when I just had it...I started crying and said I wanted a new mom instead of saying, "Mom, you're my best friend" and "I never want a new mom."&lt;br /&gt;I still didn't get a new girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-311249083104786984?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/311249083104786984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=311249083104786984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/311249083104786984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/311249083104786984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-mom.html' title='A New Mom'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-6821650152309681508</id><published>2008-08-21T16:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:19:18.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appendix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My daddy's tummy hurt so he had to go to the hospital.  I asked mom if he was going to heaven and she said, "Not today."  We stayed with Grams and Pa which was fabulous, because I got to stay up late and eat mac and cheese for dinner and BREAKFAST.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yahooooo&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;More about dad....they made a hole in his bellow button and to take the appendix out.  I'm not sure if that is true or if he is teasing me, but we aren't supposed to lie at our house because I got a spanking for that.  I drew a picture of it this morning...the belly button thing (appendix), and mom hung it on the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-6821650152309681508?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/6821650152309681508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=6821650152309681508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/6821650152309681508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/6821650152309681508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2008/08/appendix.html' title='Appendix'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-1086092070613824356</id><published>2008-05-16T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:04:15.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Spanish Class is over for a while.  It has been fun.  My teacher told my mom that I'm very good at repeating words and DANCING during song time.  My favorite thing from Spanish is chocolate milk (for snack).  I refer to it only in Spanish as chocolate and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;request&lt;/span&gt; that mom buy it at the store.&lt;br /&gt;!Adios! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-1086092070613824356?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/1086092070613824356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=1086092070613824356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/1086092070613824356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/1086092070613824356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2008/05/spanish.html' title='Spanish'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-6661481294820976268</id><published>2008-04-30T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:28:42.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions about Brother?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SCiaQPN24gI/AAAAAAAAAjE/-viZ79twQMM/s1600-h/ryan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SCiaQPN24gI/AAAAAAAAAjE/-viZ79twQMM/s320/ryan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199575373552476674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When is Ry going to get big and not be a baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why does he eat EVERYTHING?&lt;br /&gt;When will he be big enough to wrestle with?&lt;br /&gt;Can we change him to a sister?&lt;br /&gt;...just curious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-6661481294820976268?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/6661481294820976268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=6661481294820976268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/6661481294820976268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/6661481294820976268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2008/04/questions.html' title='Questions about Brother?!?'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SCiaQPN24gI/AAAAAAAAAjE/-viZ79twQMM/s72-c/ryan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-4278898797872578392</id><published>2008-04-30T18:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:53:36.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens When Dad is Asleep..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SN-n2YyhAVI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A_E1uLmFYm0/s1600-h/mermaid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SN-n2YyhAVI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A_E1uLmFYm0/s320/mermaid1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251100243346391378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SN-n7oU1_0I/AAAAAAAAAms/NW0HKR2mR5Y/s1600-h/Mermaid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SN-n7oU1_0I/AAAAAAAAAms/NW0HKR2mR5Y/s320/Mermaid2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251100333416251202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night, Mom had a board meeting (whatever that is) and left after she put Ry to bed.  That left Daddy in charge.  So, he got me all ready for bed and tucked me in.  When mom got home at 9, she checked on me and I was still awake.  She noticed something was missing on my little mermaid costume (which I was sleeping in).  Here is how it went from there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;  Did you tear your costume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addie:&lt;/span&gt;  Nooooo, I cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom:  &lt;/span&gt;With your scissors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addie:&lt;/span&gt;  No, the kitchen ones (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the ones that could put an eye out and debone a chicken&lt;/span&gt;).   I was making a ball gown.  Are you so proud of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;  Of course, it is beautiful!  Wow, you cut a lot of holes!  Did you cut anything else?   Scissor use reminder talk...blah, blah, blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addie:&lt;/span&gt;  No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;  Where are the scissors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addie:&lt;/span&gt;  They are in here somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;  Did you eat a snickers (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrapper by bed&lt;/span&gt;)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addie:&lt;/span&gt;  No, butterfly Barbie did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt; Tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addie:&lt;/span&gt;  Yes.  I was hungry for a little snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom:  &lt;/span&gt;Where was Daddy? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie:&lt;/span&gt;  He was sleeping in his bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-4278898797872578392?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/4278898797872578392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=4278898797872578392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/4278898797872578392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/4278898797872578392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-happens-when-dad-is-asleep.html' title='What Happens When Dad is Asleep..'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SN-n2YyhAVI/AAAAAAAAAmk/A_E1uLmFYm0/s72-c/mermaid1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-3725558924016627850</id><published>2008-04-23T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:52:47.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In honor of Earth Day yesterday, I decided to turn the hose on high in the back yard and let it run.  Mom did not notice this while we were in the back because the hose is around the corner of the house.  She did notice it 2 hours later after she had put us to bed and heard a strange sound (like water running) in my room.  When she asked me about it, I told her I did it...I was just cleaning up.  Honesty is the best policy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-3725558924016627850?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/3725558924016627850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=3725558924016627850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/3725558924016627850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/3725558924016627850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2008/04/earth-day.html' title='Earth Day'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-85990589808919583</id><published>2008-04-19T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:21:04.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barber Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is NOT the Barbie Shop like I thought Dad said.  It is a place for Dad's and boys to get haircuts, but not Ryan because he doesn't have hair.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-85990589808919583?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/85990589808919583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=85990589808919583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/85990589808919583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/85990589808919583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2008/04/barber-shop.html' title='Barber Shop'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-452878286423845700</id><published>2008-04-16T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:19:51.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reinda and Papa's Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SCiXzfN24eI/AAAAAAAAAi0/p3ytC2G7HtQ/s1600-h/reina2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SCiXzfN24eI/AAAAAAAAAi0/p3ytC2G7HtQ/s320/reina2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199572680607982050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and Dad had a work trip, so Ryan and I got to spend some time at the farm with Reina and Papa.  Here are some highlights....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.  Learning to peep outside (btw...not okay when you are in a neighborhood or at the park with Mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Barbies playing in the hot tub (Papa now calls it the lukewarm Barbie pool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Watering Larry the Lizzard (He is really a metal lizzard that lives on the deck, but likes to play in the water).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Other fun adventures like four-wheeling and walks to the creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reina and Papa said they were realy tuckered out when Mom and Dad came to get us...wonder why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-452878286423845700?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/452878286423845700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=452878286423845700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/452878286423845700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/452878286423845700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2008/04/reinda-and-papa.html' title='Reinda and Papa&apos;s Farm'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SCiXzfN24eI/AAAAAAAAAi0/p3ytC2G7HtQ/s72-c/reina2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-135020231330052760</id><published>2008-03-29T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:12:20.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie Can Fly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SCnL4vN24lI/AAAAAAAAAjs/7VpoaRM94OQ/s1600-h/barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SCnL4vN24lI/AAAAAAAAAjs/7VpoaRM94OQ/s320/barbie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199911420383650386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way to Nanny's house this morning, I told Mom Barbie can fly.  Her purple dress is magical and makes her fly.  Mom said that she shouldn't fly on the interstate...it's not safe, but let her fly while we were driving on Nanny's road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-135020231330052760?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/135020231330052760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=135020231330052760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/135020231330052760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/135020231330052760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2008/03/barbie-can-fly.html' title='Barbie Can Fly...'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SCnL4vN24lI/AAAAAAAAAjs/7VpoaRM94OQ/s72-c/barbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-7669968043731915623</id><published>2008-03-09T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:09:30.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPANK-A-MA-DOO-DLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is a funny word I made up...You can say it when you feel silly or spicy or sad.  Mostly I like to call my friends this as a lovie word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-7669968043731915623?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/7669968043731915623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=7669968043731915623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/7669968043731915623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/7669968043731915623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2008/03/spank-ma-doo-dle.html' title='SPANK-A-MA-DOO-DLE'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-8917007892248705566</id><published>2008-02-26T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:48:52.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer at Panera</title><content type='html'>You can't see God, but He lives in your heart.  God hears your prayers, so I thought last weekend at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Panera&lt;/span&gt; I would say a wonderful prayer for our "cakes."&lt;br /&gt;It went like this (with eyes closed, brow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;furled&lt;/span&gt; and hand motions) in a not real quite voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God is great, God is good...let us thank him for this food.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Halloween...it was so fun.  I love to be a mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;God, thank you for  Abby's birthday at Fun City...I love her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much and love the clown game I played with Daddy and the slides!&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for letting Dad take me to the Razorback game at night.  I hope we can go there again.  And please be with our family.&lt;br /&gt;In God Names, Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-8917007892248705566?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/8917007892248705566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=8917007892248705566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8917007892248705566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8917007892248705566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2008/02/prayer-at-panera.html' title='A Prayer at Panera'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-1517867634870440861</id><published>2008-02-17T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:08:14.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Dad took us out for a Valentine's dinner, I thought it would be super yummy to make a spagetti taco.  Mmmmmmm...now that is tasty!  I just love holidays and was so excited to tell everyone in Target (real name:  The Popcorn Store) and  other random people "Happy Balentine's Day!"&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad got me a new Princess hat...and I love it because "Princesses never have to clean their own room!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-1517867634870440861?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/1517867634870440861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=1517867634870440861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/1517867634870440861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/1517867634870440861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-8060152478207244084</id><published>2008-02-05T18:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:49:55.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SCljTPN24kI/AAAAAAAAAjk/vyojD5utBfk/s1600-h/addie+jump.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SCljTPN24kI/AAAAAAAAAjk/vyojD5utBfk/s320/addie+jump.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199796426929267266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SClivPN24iI/AAAAAAAAAjU/udGSmgbKvUo/s1600-h/aesparty3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SClivPN24iI/AAAAAAAAAjU/udGSmgbKvUo/s320/aesparty3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199795808453976610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SClilfN24hI/AAAAAAAAAjM/nF5gOJdfk9A/s1600-h/AEScake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SClilfN24hI/AAAAAAAAAjM/nF5gOJdfk9A/s320/AEScake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199795640950252050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For my birthday this year we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nastics&lt;/span&gt; played, and of course had cake.  It was great fun!  Did you know there are some kids in the world that don't have toys?  All my family and friends brought toys and things for 'medium' kids that don't have much.    &lt;/div&gt;Here is what my friends brought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;89 tubes of toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;78 toothbrushes&lt;br /&gt;50+ little toys&lt;br /&gt;lots of little bows and rubber bands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That is a lot of stuff for kids!  THANK YOU!  My family still spoiled me with presents.  And by the way, I've been telling lots of random people that some kids don't have toys so we need to send them some.  Thanks everyone for loving me and helping me celebrate!  Our friends at church are going to take everything to the kids in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-8060152478207244084?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/8060152478207244084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=8060152478207244084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8060152478207244084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8060152478207244084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2008/02/party.html' title='PARTY'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/SCljTPN24kI/AAAAAAAAAjk/vyojD5utBfk/s72-c/addie+jump.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-7539950597387570306</id><published>2008-01-09T07:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:46:17.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years old!</title><content type='html'>90 seconds with AES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;-Word World and Scooby Doo.&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;-Where the Wild Things Are (Dad's favorite too)&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;-blue and pink&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite to eat?&lt;br /&gt;-cucumbers, cashews, poms and donuts (with chococlate and sprinkes)&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;-A mermaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm 4, I like mom to give me things in 4 (like 4 crackers for snack).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From Mom: Ad, we are super proud of you! And so thankful God let us keep you 4 years ago. You were so sick when you were born and God made you well! Our lives have been so much happier having your silly, sweet and sassy spirit around.  We Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-7539950597387570306?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/7539950597387570306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=7539950597387570306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/7539950597387570306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/7539950597387570306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2008/01/4-years-old.html' title='4 years old!'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-5700507344695640433</id><published>2008-01-05T17:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:51:39.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R9mYrxf0ajI/AAAAAAAAAh4/1vgP6oTe5A0/s1600-h/100_2131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R9mYrxf0ajI/AAAAAAAAAh4/1vgP6oTe5A0/s320/100_2131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177337124427688498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa knew just what I wanted...Belle and the Beast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R9mYCxf0aiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_Y2LYFsV1Sg/s1600-h/100_2130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R9mYCxf0aiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_Y2LYFsV1Sg/s320/100_2130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177336420053051938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;homemade cookies-bites=Santa was here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Twas two days before Christmas and we went to Reina and Papa's house.  Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; and Aunt Paige were there too.  Matt, Mary and Megan came over and we all opened presents.  They are just like family and always get me the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt;.  They got me Dora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt; this year, with furry stuff.  I was so excited, I stripped right down and put them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Santa called while were there and he told my Papa, "He had trouble getting a word in edgewise."  Here I am talking to him on the phone.  Reina and Papa got me a fabulous robe (rope) with and "A" and a crown on it so I could have a robe just like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R9mXXBf0ahI/AAAAAAAAAho/F5itEbqOw5U/s1600-h/100_2127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R9mXXBf0ahI/AAAAAAAAAho/F5itEbqOw5U/s320/100_2127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177335668433775122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R9mS7Bf0acI/AAAAAAAAAhI/nINxSeaEEPs/s1600-h/100_2129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R9mS7Bf0acI/AAAAAAAAAhI/nINxSeaEEPs/s320/100_2129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177330789350926786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am on the swing set Reina and Papa gave us. Daddy and Mr. Dirk put it together when it was really cold. Dad said that Papa wasn't kidding when he said, "Some assembly required!"&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R9mVmxf0aeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4WMHdQGc1XE/s1600-h/100_2146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R9mVmxf0aeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4WMHdQGc1XE/s320/100_2146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177333739993459170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we had Christmas at home (see above) and with Grams and Pa.  They gave me some amazing princess stuff.  I played princess for hours and hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R_AjiXFF5QI/AAAAAAAAAiA/eC983hFa75I/s1600-h/100_2134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R_AjiXFF5QI/AAAAAAAAAiA/eC983hFa75I/s320/100_2134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183682244321338626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't wait until next Christmas.   I'm already asking how many days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-5700507344695640433?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/5700507344695640433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=5700507344695640433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/5700507344695640433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/5700507344695640433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R9mYrxf0ajI/AAAAAAAAAh4/1vgP6oTe5A0/s72-c/100_2131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-58357229895767594</id><published>2007-12-05T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:40:44.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things about Christmas...</title><content type='html'>1.  Santa is not the daddy of baby Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wise men&lt;/span&gt; brought Jesus a toy cucumber.&lt;br /&gt;3.  First you pick out your Christmas tree. Then you put lights and ornaments on with Dad.  And finally, you look at it and sing..."We Wish You a Merry Christmas!"&lt;br /&gt;4.  Santa is coming in 5 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;5.  My favorite song is "Away in a Manger!"&lt;br /&gt;6.  Christmas parties are fun!&lt;br /&gt;7.  Real Christmas parties have Princess fruit snacks.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I am good at picking bows and "writing" labels for presents.&lt;br /&gt;8.  It is not a good choice to draw on the door while Mom is wrapping presents, even if you get bored.  Cleaning a door isn't very fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-58357229895767594?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/58357229895767594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=58357229895767594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/58357229895767594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/58357229895767594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/12/few-things-about-christmas.html' title='A few things about Christmas...'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-8388322668982052659</id><published>2007-11-28T13:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:21:26.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble, Gobble!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Thanksgiving Grams taught me how to make turkey cookies.  So, this year we made them again and took them to Grams and Pa's house for desert.  I wore my Indian headdress, noodle necklace, and took my drum to set the mood.  It was a good time!  Chase and I sat at the "kids" table together and played a lot of hide and seek.  Of course, I did the annual "eat olives off your fingers" trick.  And everyone was so nice to eat my turkey cookies.  I was very proud to have made such a tasty treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R2htx4SsxKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/-KrTYuvCYM8/s1600-h/103_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R2htx4SsxKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/-KrTYuvCYM8/s320/103_0686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145483277962626210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R2hsc4SsxGI/AAAAAAAAAfY/3ImNl8LtNW8/s1600-h/103_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R2hsc4SsxGI/AAAAAAAAAfY/3ImNl8LtNW8/s320/103_0682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145481817673745506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turkey Cookie "A"..Mom's design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R2hstYSsxHI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Ct5Hgb8ECqY/s1600-h/103_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R2hstYSsxHI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Ct5Hgb8ECqY/s320/103_0683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145482101141587058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turkey Cookie "B"..my design.  Mom said it was an abstract turkey.   Dad said it looked like it had been in a hunting accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-8388322668982052659?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/8388322668982052659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=8388322668982052659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8388322668982052659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8388322668982052659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/11/gobble-gobble.html' title='Gobble, Gobble!'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R2htx4SsxKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/-KrTYuvCYM8/s72-c/103_0686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-6357869469994869566</id><published>2007-11-15T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T19:38:53.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight Dad caught me in the hallway, when I was supposed to be in my bed sleeping.  Dad asked what I was doing and I told him, "I'm just praying for Ryan.  Mom told me Ryan gets a shot and I pray that his head will feel better." (I'm helping Mom take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RyRy&lt;/span&gt; to his check-up tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;Dad asked me if I would pray for his work and I said, "Sure!"  I said, "Please make Dad's work feel better.  In God's name.  Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last night Mom was talking to Dad in a "time-out" kind of voice.  I asked her if she was "frustrated" with Dad and she said, "Yes."  I told Dad to, "Say sorry to Mom and give her a hug right now!"  I understand feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; because Mom made me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; last week before we went to the fire station.  I told her so and Mr. Mike and everyone else I saw in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-6357869469994869566?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/6357869469994869566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=6357869469994869566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/6357869469994869566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/6357869469994869566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/11/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-7075688152049340603</id><published>2007-11-10T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:26:02.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Invisible</title><content type='html'>...but if you pray to him, he will hear you.  God lives in your heart.  That is what my Daddy says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R2hyloSsxMI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-91Pcw5Zgyg/s1600-h/103_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R2hyloSsxMI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-91Pcw5Zgyg/s320/103_0665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145488565067367618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are at Roaring River...visiting Grams and Pa camping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-7075688152049340603?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/7075688152049340603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=7075688152049340603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/7075688152049340603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/7075688152049340603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-is-invisible.html' title='God is Invisible'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/R2hyloSsxMI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-91Pcw5Zgyg/s72-c/103_0665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-4985022126445274812</id><published>2007-11-02T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T19:05:25.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is what I used to say, but now I just ask:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have candy?&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like my costume?&lt;br /&gt;This year, we were almost complete Disney movie. I was Ariel. Dad was Eric. Ryan was a lobster (Sebastian) and Mom was a jellyfish. There isn't really a jellyfish character in Little Mermaid, but we didn't have a Flounder outfit for Mom to wear. Grams came over and took us all trick or treating and I helped hand out candy at our house.  I really love candy and especially Pop Rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RzBr1vepMBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/AT8mU-qyDcA/s1600-h/103_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RzBr1vepMBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/AT8mU-qyDcA/s320/103_0651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129718546597228562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RzBsNPepMDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/I0PoU75pNDI/s1600-h/103_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RzBsNPepMDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/I0PoU75pNDI/s320/103_0650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129718950324154418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RzBsBPepMCI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/klvjoDHbBl4/s1600-h/103_0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RzBsBPepMCI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/klvjoDHbBl4/s320/103_0652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129718744165724194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also gave advice to other people about what they should be, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aunt Michelle-A pirate&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Marc-Fire&lt;br /&gt;Reina-A squirrel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-4985022126445274812?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/4985022126445274812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=4985022126445274812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/4985022126445274812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/4985022126445274812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/11/trick-or-trees.html' title='Trick or Trees'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RzBr1vepMBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/AT8mU-qyDcA/s72-c/103_0651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-8425984229490735803</id><published>2007-10-30T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T19:11:25.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long, Old Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Ry_MTfepMAI/AAAAAAAAAdA/zXgvuoPlKK0/s1600-h/Picture_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Ry_MTfepMAI/AAAAAAAAAdA/zXgvuoPlKK0/s320/Picture_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129543135837892610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a picture of me when I was little with my dog Bandit ("brother").  He got very sick, and went to heaven so Jesus will make him feel better.  He was a really good dog.  Mom and dad miss him the most, but I miss him too.  We have been reading the book 'Dog Heaven' to help cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Bandit,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for keeping mom company while I was in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for welcoming me home from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for cleaning up my snacks when I spilled them on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for running fast (and sideways) with me on the trail.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for wrestling with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jenks&lt;/span&gt; and making me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always being nice, even though I sometimes pestered you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking naps with me and mom on Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting me pet your ears.  They were my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Addie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-8425984229490735803?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/8425984229490735803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=8425984229490735803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8425984229490735803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8425984229490735803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-long-old-friend.html' title='So Long, Old Friend'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Ry_MTfepMAI/AAAAAAAAAdA/zXgvuoPlKK0/s72-c/Picture_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-2374154491118231284</id><published>2007-10-24T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:20:48.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of my favorite foods...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pomegranates "Poms"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Edamame&lt;/span&gt;, but not together.  And don't eat the edamame pod, even if Papa says it is good roughage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-2374154491118231284?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/2374154491118231284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=2374154491118231284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/2374154491118231284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/2374154491118231284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/10/few-of-my-favorite-foods.html' title='A few of my favorite foods...'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-8182796537862898378</id><published>2007-10-16T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T19:01:17.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Ry-1m_epL9I/AAAAAAAAAco/IwhNxwUU9Dk/s1600-h/hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Ry-1m_epL9I/AAAAAAAAAco/IwhNxwUU9Dk/s320/hospital.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129518182077902802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papa had back surgery, so me Mom and Ryan drove a long day and stayed in a hotel to keep him company.  I kept asking Papa if he was okay and if he wanted my silky.&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the hospital because they let me ride in the bed to take Papa to surgery.  I told the guy with the funny hat to drive faster.  Also, the hospital had a whole fridge of pudding and juice for everyone to share.&lt;br /&gt;The hospital was right next to the zoo, so when Mary was watching Papa, Reina and Mom took Ryan and I to see the wild animals.  My favorites were the flamingos, giraffes and the one year-old gorilla.  By the way, I do a good impression of a flamingo.  Ryan slept through the whole zoo, except when we ate lunch and he grabbed mom's fork and flung salad in her hair....that was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Ry-1ufepL-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/-yiTkl3P_q0/s1600-h/bear2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Ry-1ufepL-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/-yiTkl3P_q0/s320/bear2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129518310926921698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a curious bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-8182796537862898378?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/8182796537862898378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=8182796537862898378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8182796537862898378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8182796537862898378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/10/hospital-trip.html' title='Hospital Trip'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Ry-1m_epL9I/AAAAAAAAAco/IwhNxwUU9Dk/s72-c/hospital.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-332503252420037717</id><published>2007-10-07T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T18:34:21.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bike Ride Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RwmGovHBpMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Stkt_OH_qhg/s1600-h/103_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RwmGovHBpMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Stkt_OH_qhg/s320/103_0602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118770485882102978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RwmHFPHBpNI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/15xuou_oZXU/s1600-h/103_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RwmHFPHBpNI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/15xuou_oZXU/s320/103_0600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118770975508374738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Mom and Dad took me on a long bike ride in a beautiful forest with lots of waterfalls.  Dad pulled me behind his bike in my rickshaw wagon.  I like that the best because I can read the map and tell him to go faster.  It was good to have everyone riding again.  We used to go a lot, but then mom got in trouble for riding her bike with Ryan in her tummy.  Oh, Ryan stayed with Grams and Pa...he's too little for the wagon now.   Anyway, we saw a  crane, lots of squirrels and fed the fish.  We also had a picnic on a big rock and hiked a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RwmHf_HBpOI/AAAAAAAAAcY/LitI6rAoH1I/s1600-h/103_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RwmHf_HBpOI/AAAAAAAAAcY/LitI6rAoH1I/s320/103_0597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118771435069875426" 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/28564215-332503252420037717?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/332503252420037717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=332503252420037717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/332503252420037717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/332503252420037717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/10/bike-ride-adventure.html' title='A Bike Ride Adventure'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RwmGovHBpMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Stkt_OH_qhg/s72-c/103_0602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-2924422492940244600</id><published>2007-09-30T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:12:58.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A first time for everything....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RwmCBfHBpLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/medo4tXamK0/s1600-h/addie+at+wac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RwmCBfHBpLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/medo4tXamK0/s320/addie+at+wac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118765413525726386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week we went with Dad to a school where he learned about big water.  Mom took me and Ryan to a cave.  It was dark and a little cold, but I really liked it.  Things in a cave look like the Ice Age movie.&lt;br /&gt;We played mini golf too.  Dad showed me how to hold the club and swing, but I think it is more fun to just put it through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt; with my hand.&lt;br /&gt;It's still warm, so we went swimming and I pretended rescued Mom.  We can't play with the special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;floaty&lt;/span&gt; on the side of the pool.  Also, I called the nice lady at the front desk of our hotel a few times.  Daddy gave me a talk about not doing this, but I thought I'd try it anyway while Mom was giving Ryan a bath.  I had to go to the front desk and tell the lady I was sorry.  She shook my hand and said we could be friends.&lt;br /&gt;Mom also took me to a puppet show at the Arts Center about Leo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lionni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stories.  "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Swimmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" was my favorite.   It was great because you were supposed to wear pj's and bring a stuffed animal.  I have been for 3 shows now, so that wasn't really my first time to go.  But after, we got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pineapple&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gelato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (that is funny ice cream) and said hi to "pirates" on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;motorcycles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday Dad took me to the football game.  He bought me popcorn and taught me how to do a karate thing with my hand and say, "that's another first down."  I cheered real loud for the band and the players.   They have time out there, but it is good time out?   I don't know why we don't have good time out at our house.  I got to ride on Dad's shoulders "all the day long" home.  What fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-2924422492940244600?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/2924422492940244600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=2924422492940244600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/2924422492940244600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/2924422492940244600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-time-for-everything.html' title='A first time for everything....'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RwmCBfHBpLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/medo4tXamK0/s72-c/addie+at+wac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-1610755203521754465</id><published>2007-09-16T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T04:55:09.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apples and Cashews</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like apples and cashews the best!  And going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Silber&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dobber&lt;/span&gt; City with Grams and Pa.  I like riding the biggest rides I can.  Ryan is too little, but Mom, Dad and Grams ride with me.  I'm not scared (imagine arms crossed and foot stomped) to ride the really big rides, but I can't! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-1610755203521754465?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/1610755203521754465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=1610755203521754465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/1610755203521754465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/1610755203521754465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/09/apples-and-cashews.html' title='Apples and Cashews'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-7462627235712655064</id><published>2007-09-12T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:07:23.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Medium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RwBWQvHBo_I/AAAAAAAAAag/qsIuqtt0Omg/s1600-h/103_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RwBWQvHBo_I/AAAAAAAAAag/qsIuqtt0Omg/s320/103_0511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116184022216713202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad are BIG, Ryan is little and I am MeDiUm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-7462627235712655064?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/7462627235712655064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=7462627235712655064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/7462627235712655064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/7462627235712655064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/09/i.html' title='I&apos;m Medium'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RwBWQvHBo_I/AAAAAAAAAag/qsIuqtt0Omg/s72-c/103_0511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-3972407876628712732</id><published>2007-09-03T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:12:38.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RtzbIUkfiqI/AAAAAAAAAZo/E4UyAnIbyM0/s1600-h/103_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RtzbIUkfiqI/AAAAAAAAAZo/E4UyAnIbyM0/s320/103_0508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106197013538507426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in Mom's bunny overalls.  Wow, I can't believe they wore this stuff in the 70's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RtzaTkkfioI/AAAAAAAAAZY/nhyzW7rj_KM/s1600-h/103_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RtzaTkkfioI/AAAAAAAAAZY/nhyzW7rj_KM/s320/103_0509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106196107300407938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Smushu and Meimo.  They are getting married.  Those are not panties on Smushu's head, that is her beautiful veil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RtzZzUkfinI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/zk05dDBDwYk/s1600-h/103_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RtzZzUkfinI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/zk05dDBDwYk/s320/103_0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106195553249626738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addie Einstein!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RtzZhEkfimI/AAAAAAAAAZI/iYI3uf6ZHmI/s1600-h/103_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RtzZhEkfimI/AAAAAAAAAZI/iYI3uf6ZHmI/s320/103_0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106195239717014114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My best Lady Marion impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-3972407876628712732?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/3972407876628712732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=3972407876628712732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/3972407876628712732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/3972407876628712732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/09/things.html' title='Things'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RtzbIUkfiqI/AAAAAAAAAZo/E4UyAnIbyM0/s72-c/103_0508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-4235023584820598326</id><published>2007-08-23T04:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:14:03.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding and Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RtzbgUkfirI/AAAAAAAAAZw/FsIGP40HQCc/s1600-h/103_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RtzbgUkfirI/AAAAAAAAAZw/FsIGP40HQCc/s320/103_0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106197425855367858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RtzVe0kfilI/AAAAAAAAAZA/tebVnmeEpOM/s1600-h/103_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RtzVe0kfilI/AAAAAAAAAZA/tebVnmeEpOM/s320/103_0476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106190803015797330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My uncle Marc got married to Michelle.  I had been looking forward to this all summer and could not contain my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spontaneous&lt;/span&gt; clapping during the ceremony.  To top it all off, they had CAKE and M&amp;amp;Ms for snacking after.   I have always had a  special connection with uncle Marc...maybe because we are both red heads?  Anyway, I'm glad he married a nice girl like Michelle.  Lots of family came to town for the wedding, including Auntie Ange, Uncle Kyle and my cousins Taylor and Eli.  Here are Taylor and I.  We played a lot and she taught me how to paint toenails.   Mom doesn't have all the pictures on her camera, so I'll post more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-4235023584820598326?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/4235023584820598326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=4235023584820598326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/4235023584820598326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/4235023584820598326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/08/wedding-and-visitors.html' title='Wedding and Visitors'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RtzbgUkfirI/AAAAAAAAAZw/FsIGP40HQCc/s72-c/103_0513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-4014827850008855671</id><published>2007-08-09T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:58:50.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went camping last week at super fun place with lots trees, trails and a pool.  Dad taught me how to go under the water without getting water in my nose.  Here are a few things I learned on this trip...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RruPWaJV3MI/AAAAAAAAAXA/wD42QU81oJ8/s1600-h/103_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RruPWaJV3MI/AAAAAAAAAXA/wD42QU81oJ8/s320/103_0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096825018438245570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RruPyaJV3NI/AAAAAAAAAXI/oc8tw8cGIBI/s1600-h/103_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RruPyaJV3NI/AAAAAAAAAXI/oc8tw8cGIBI/s320/103_0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096825499474582738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1.  When playing frisbee, be sure to wear your cowgirl boots.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Even though Dad says it is okay, don't eat a roasted marshmallow you drop on the ground.  If you do, you will eat strange crunchy things.&lt;br /&gt;3.  The gray, crinkly tube that comes out of the camper is NOT an elephant nose....that is where the pepe goes.  If you hold it close to your face and say, "Blllll...look mom, I'm an elephant!" Mom will freak out and rub you down with anti-germ lotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-4014827850008855671?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/4014827850008855671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=4014827850008855671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/4014827850008855671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/4014827850008855671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/08/camping-tips.html' title='Camping Tips'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RruPWaJV3MI/AAAAAAAAAXA/wD42QU81oJ8/s72-c/103_0439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-8049874650115737631</id><published>2007-07-29T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T06:06:36.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it's no secret...I like to sing....usually songs from movies and especially princess songs.  So, yesterday I was singing a Pocahontas song and Mom was confused about the words.  She thought the song said, "Just around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;river bend&lt;/span&gt;."  Really it says, "Just around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rubber band&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I love germ lotion (the kind you use instead of washing your hands).  I like to put it on people too.  One time when Mom was feeding Ryan, I put it all over her legs.  Well, yesterday I put a big glob of it in my hair and rubbed it around.  That is not a good idea because it makes your dad freak out.  It does make your hair stay in one place though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-8049874650115737631?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/8049874650115737631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=8049874650115737631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8049874650115737631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8049874650115737631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/07/funny-stuff.html' title='Funny Stuff...'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-1585728898476733247</id><published>2007-07-27T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T18:45:39.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lula</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RqqckaJV3KI/AAAAAAAAAWw/UT0GeP2QQOQ/s1600-h/103_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RqqckaJV3KI/AAAAAAAAAWw/UT0GeP2QQOQ/s320/103_0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092054478003494050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my bear, Lula.  I made her today at Build A Bear.  Grams took me and it was fun!  I named her myself and put a heart in her.  I have asked mom to address Lula directly, as she is now part of the family.  After nap today I taught her and mom how to "fake" burp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-1585728898476733247?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/1585728898476733247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=1585728898476733247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/1585728898476733247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/1585728898476733247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/07/lula.html' title='Lula'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RqqckaJV3KI/AAAAAAAAAWw/UT0GeP2QQOQ/s72-c/103_0433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-801284516804059953</id><published>2007-07-20T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T06:05:12.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I am getting bigger, Mom taught me how to feed the cat.  You open the box, scoop the food and then put it in the bowl.  This week I added my own twist....instead of putting it just in the bowl, I put it all over the floor...scoops and scoops in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Also, when you spray perfume in your mouth...it hurts your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt;.  So, don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-801284516804059953?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/801284516804059953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=801284516804059953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/801284516804059953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/801284516804059953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/07/responsibility.html' title='Responsibility'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-3741947481582906810</id><published>2007-07-11T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T19:46:42.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Big Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RpWT3w2RPDI/AAAAAAAAAWA/7UPSQ7AkV_8/s1600-h/103_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RpWT3w2RPDI/AAAAAAAAAWA/7UPSQ7AkV_8/s320/103_0298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086133940399455282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RpWTTw2RPCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Xk9YjRaW5oE/s1600-h/103_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RpWTTw2RPCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Xk9YjRaW5oE/s320/103_0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086133321924164642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are just fun pictures mom likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today Mom and I went to my first 'big' movie called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; the Third."  We got a sprite and M&amp;Ms and it was really fun!  And this morning, there was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; story time at the Library. The nice lady read stories about frogs and we all got to jump (a specialty of mine) and learn the word for jump.  She liked to hear me say my colors in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;, especially orange because that a long word.  Ryan slept right though it, but he always sleeps through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;story time&lt;/span&gt;.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-3741947481582906810?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/3741947481582906810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=3741947481582906810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/3741947481582906810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/3741947481582906810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-big-movie.html' title='First Big Movie'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RpWT3w2RPDI/AAAAAAAAAWA/7UPSQ7AkV_8/s72-c/103_0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-7896149807749145733</id><published>2007-07-10T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:16:38.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Nickname</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom has been calling me Stinkerbell because I have been a little contrary the last few days.  Maybe it's the red hair, the weather or the fact that I have to share Mom and Dad with a little baby that needs lots of attention.  Anyway, yesterday morning I wasn't obeying and mom looked me in the eyes and said I could obey or go to time out.  I told her I wanted a spankin'!  It wasn't pretty after that...I got a swat on the bootie and timeout for the second time that morning.   After that, I told mom, "You gotta be nice to children!"  Mom told Dad on the phone that she wanted to run away from home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-7896149807749145733?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/7896149807749145733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=7896149807749145733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/7896149807749145733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/7896149807749145733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-new-nickname.html' title='My New Nickname'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-3388421890878310295</id><published>2007-07-08T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T05:23:10.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week we went to the farm.  Uncle Rod and Aunt Toni were visiting.  They knew my mom when she was little.  Aunt Toni made us great breakfast tacos and speaks Spanish better than Dora.  She taught me some new words and is super fun.  Then, I went to the rodeo parade with Grams and Pa and saw horses and girls.  I wore my pink cowgirl boots (I wear them a lot, so thanks Reina!).  Then we saw friends and we had fireworks.  They were the big ones in the sky, not the fizzy ones in your sprite.  Oh, and my Dad put up a trampoline that Mom bought for a great deal from nice people that are moving to New Zealand.  I'm not sure where that is, but I like that family and they get to ride on an airplane.  To top it all off, I stayed all night with Grams and Pa.  They took me to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pancakes&lt;/span&gt; with strawberries and I have been talking about those pancakes since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RpG5PnGnhaI/AAAAAAAAAU4/50T9dd_x-q4/s1600-h/103_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RpG5PnGnhaI/AAAAAAAAAU4/50T9dd_x-q4/s320/103_0327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085049132123915682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my friend, Sam.  Our moms say we are alike...kindred spirits.  Our parents went to college together.  He is just a few months older than me and is really smart.  He can read already.   I  knew I liked him the  first time we played together because he wrote his name on my Dora stove and likes to wrestle.   He is creative and silly, like me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;..thanks for the pirate potato head thing, Sam.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Argg&lt;/span&gt;...I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His blog is funny!  It is http://samiyam.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RpG-knGnhdI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/KVZSD1meb6Q/s1600-h/103_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RpG-knGnhdI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/KVZSD1meb6Q/s320/103_0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085054990459307474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where is Gracie?  She is Reina and Papa's big dog.  She is peeking her head out of the garden...can you find her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RpG4lnGnhYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/6_FG4YZybgs/s1600-h/103_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RpG4lnGnhYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/6_FG4YZybgs/s320/103_0309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085048410569409922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Toni and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RpG4DXGnhXI/AAAAAAAAAUg/v7-aMZ0nTUg/s1600-h/103_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RpG4DXGnhXI/AAAAAAAAAUg/v7-aMZ0nTUg/s320/103_0355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085047822158890354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me on the trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RpG5cHGnhbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QgVXzwAF_rY/s1600-h/103_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RpG5cHGnhbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QgVXzwAF_rY/s320/103_0318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085049346872280498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An action shot of me on the slip n slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RpG5pXGnhcI/AAAAAAAAAVI/zkjlgq_jfWQ/s1600-h/103_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RpG5pXGnhcI/AAAAAAAAAVI/zkjlgq_jfWQ/s320/103_0331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085049574505547202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Dad talking about fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-3388421890878310295?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/3388421890878310295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=3388421890878310295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/3388421890878310295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/3388421890878310295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/07/busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RpG5PnGnhaI/AAAAAAAAAU4/50T9dd_x-q4/s72-c/103_0327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-337367172492961858</id><published>2007-07-02T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T15:27:22.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Powder is FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, while Mom was feeding my little brother, I sang "shake, shake, shake" and sprinkled a whole big bottle of baby powder out in Mom and Dad's room.  It's better than pixie dust and once it gets on a wood floor you can spread it around and make designs.  Mom was so surprised!  She was extra proud of me for getting the broom and cleaning it up myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-337367172492961858?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/337367172492961858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=337367172492961858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/337367172492961858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/337367172492961858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/07/baby-powder-is-fun.html' title='Baby Powder is FUN!'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-2174700967377099325</id><published>2007-06-27T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T15:28:43.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Addie Beth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RoMoCnGnhPI/AAAAAAAAATg/U3ZzcABNRPo/s1600-h/tractor+princess.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RoMoCnGnhPI/AAAAAAAAATg/U3ZzcABNRPo/s320/tractor+princess.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080948829925639410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well....&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bit country, a little bit rock n' roll.  I'm a little Cinderella, a little Bob the Builder.  I'm a little sugar and spice and a little snakes and snails.  Mom and Dad think this pictures says it all....I'm a lot of things that you might not put together, but I'm perfect and fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-2174700967377099325?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/2174700967377099325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=2174700967377099325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/2174700967377099325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/2174700967377099325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-is-addie.html' title='Who is Addie Beth?'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RoMoCnGnhPI/AAAAAAAAATg/U3ZzcABNRPo/s72-c/tractor+princess.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-4400967362650461873</id><published>2007-06-13T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T13:39:54.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Pirate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RnBVSHSNzpI/AAAAAAAAASg/3JZxLrFxxY4/s1600-h/103_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RnBVSHSNzpI/AAAAAAAAASg/3JZxLrFxxY4/s320/103_0231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075650549728005778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Argggg&lt;/span&gt;....the Treasure!  Just after Mom washed my old Dora potty seat to put away, I found it and thought it would make a great Pirate hat.  I wore it all around last night, but not at the table for dinner and not to the library today (even though I asked). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-4400967362650461873?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/4400967362650461873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=4400967362650461873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/4400967362650461873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/4400967362650461873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/06/potty-pirate.html' title='Potty Pirate'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RnBVSHSNzpI/AAAAAAAAASg/3JZxLrFxxY4/s72-c/103_0231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-8622097825295512261</id><published>2007-06-13T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T13:57:50.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Brother Care 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RnBS-HSNzoI/AAAAAAAAASY/AzC5LhcRvjs/s1600-h/103_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RnBS-HSNzoI/AAAAAAAAASY/AzC5LhcRvjs/s320/103_0208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075648007107366530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I admit it...I like the little guy.  Just for the record, I don't like that he gets to sleep in Mom and Dad's room and I have to sleep in my bed.  Anyway, here are a few things you need to know when caring for a baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Always cover him up.  He likes silkies (see above picture), but not on his face or he can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;2.   Baby brothers don't eat bread and you can't drink their milk.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Always, and I mean always ask the following question before holding..."He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt;?"  If the answer is "No" you can hold him.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Always talk to him in a really high pitched voice and call him "little buddy" a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-8622097825295512261?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/8622097825295512261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=8622097825295512261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8622097825295512261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8622097825295512261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/06/baby-brother-care-101.html' title='Baby Brother Care 101'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RnBS-HSNzoI/AAAAAAAAASY/AzC5LhcRvjs/s72-c/103_0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-5512632336615810351</id><published>2007-06-08T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T08:03:04.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go Fly A Kite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RmlvH3SNzfI/AAAAAAAAARQ/001Tlzs4Ip8/s1600-h/103_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RmlvH3SNzfI/AAAAAAAAARQ/001Tlzs4Ip8/s320/103_0207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073708636099694066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was really windy yesterday, so we flew my Dora kite.  I stood on it for a ride, but I'm too big.  Kites are a "dream come true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-5512632336615810351?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/5512632336615810351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=5512632336615810351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/5512632336615810351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/5512632336615810351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/06/lets-go-fly-kite.html' title='Let&apos;s Go Fly A Kite...'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RmlvH3SNzfI/AAAAAAAAARQ/001Tlzs4Ip8/s72-c/103_0207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-1249236870423234502</id><published>2007-06-06T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T08:06:50.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Be the Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RmlwTXSNzhI/AAAAAAAAARg/WPvwZA5Ay78/s1600-h/103_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RmlwTXSNzhI/AAAAAAAAARg/WPvwZA5Ay78/s320/103_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073709933179817490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I be the princess and Daddy be the prince and I will marry him and have a blue wedding cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Rmlv7nSNzgI/AAAAAAAAARY/8lv3_doPDBY/s1600-h/103_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Rmlv7nSNzgI/AAAAAAAAARY/8lv3_doPDBY/s320/103_0160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073709525157924354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try" daddy="" be="" the="" prince="" we="" are="" going="" to="" get="" married="" and="" have="" a="" blue=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-1249236870423234502?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/1249236870423234502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=1249236870423234502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/1249236870423234502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/1249236870423234502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-be-princess.html' title='I Be the Princess'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RmlwTXSNzhI/AAAAAAAAARg/WPvwZA5Ay78/s72-c/103_0159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-6780556657114987583</id><published>2007-06-05T06:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T06:17:17.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother's Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some people have asked about it.  Ryan is too little to blog, so Mom does it for him.  The address is:  http://ryan-thomas.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-6780556657114987583?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/6780556657114987583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=6780556657114987583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/6780556657114987583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/6780556657114987583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/06/brothers-blog.html' title='Brother&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-5503384638509207762</id><published>2007-05-31T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T14:25:05.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother is part Terradactyl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He doesn't say much, except when he is hungry.  AND every now and then he will let out the screechy yelp, but he is okay and sometimes even asleep.  The first time it happened it really scared us all, but then Uncle Marc said Ryan sounded like a Terradactyl.    I think this is great, because I love dinosaurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-5503384638509207762?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/5503384638509207762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=5503384638509207762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/5503384638509207762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/5503384638509207762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-brother-is-part-terradactyl.html' title='My Brother is part Terradactyl'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-1974908078155334638</id><published>2007-05-29T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T16:04:32.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the BIG SISTER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RlxCcIEHzbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kxbbR-0lVr0/s1600-h/103_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RlxCcIEHzbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kxbbR-0lVr0/s320/103_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070000331480878514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, my little brother was born.  He is cute, talks funny and sometimes hurts my ears when he cries.  I like him though.  He sleeps and eats a lot and says&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"I love you" with his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was first born, Daddy brought him to me in a funny blue suit and hat.  I thought it was hysterical and said, "Daddy...you are so silly, you're not a doctor!"  Reina is going to send pictures of that to mommy soon.   Oh, I fogot to mention...Ryan is good looking, like me.  When Daddy showed him to me with the funny suit on I told him that Ryan was "handsomeable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RlxEPoEHzdI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Rr09YXYnkPo/s1600-h/103_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RlxEPoEHzdI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Rr09YXYnkPo/s320/103_0120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070002315755769298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've also been brushing up on breastfeeding information.  I have been reading Mom's big book about it aloud.  It also has good stories about "sharks" and "children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-1974908078155334638?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/1974908078155334638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=1974908078155334638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/1974908078155334638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/1974908078155334638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-big-sister.html' title='I&apos;m the BIG SISTER!!!'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RlxCcIEHzbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kxbbR-0lVr0/s72-c/103_0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-8890908693558632352</id><published>2007-05-12T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T07:28:53.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TICKLE-FIRE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a little game I play with my dad.  Here is how it works...I tell him, "Tickle-Fire" and he chases me all around the house and tickles me until I laugh the hardest from my belly and make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snorty,&lt;/span&gt; pig noises.  My dad is the funniest guy I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-8890908693558632352?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/8890908693558632352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=8890908693558632352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8890908693558632352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8890908693558632352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/05/tickle-fire.html' title='TICKLE-FIRE!'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-3193156746535536675</id><published>2007-05-06T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:37:30.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace, Love and Organic Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Rj6JjdZDiAI/AAAAAAAAANs/cjMkFeCuHU0/s1600-h/farmers+mkt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Rj6JjdZDiAI/AAAAAAAAANs/cjMkFeCuHU0/s320/farmers+mkt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061634273489160194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and I love the farmer's market...it is full of fun.  They have music, face painting, dogs and gobs of fresh veggies.  Mom usually has to remind me of the "no sampling without buying" rule.  When I see cherry tomatoes, I sometimes loose control and can't help myself.   It's only okay if you are offered a sample...like the time dad tried goat cheese.  He didn't like it and said, "Pooie" and spit it out.&lt;br /&gt;This week I picked out some  orange snapdragons.  Some people told me they matched my hair.  Here is a picture of me dancing around to a violin with the flowers.  We also heard a tuba, trumpet and guitar.   Instead of painting my face, the nice lady painted my arm with a big silver shark.  I like sharks.  We bought honey, tomatoes (of course) and also saw a fluffy thing.  Mom said it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pomeranian&lt;/span&gt; dog, but I told her it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chinchilla&lt;/span&gt; cat.  I know all about cats because I have uncle Marc's old kitty cat book and like to read it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-3193156746535536675?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/3193156746535536675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=3193156746535536675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/3193156746535536675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/3193156746535536675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/05/peace-love-and-organic-things.html' title='Peace, Love and Organic Things'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Rj6JjdZDiAI/AAAAAAAAANs/cjMkFeCuHU0/s72-c/farmers+mkt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-8247084801977287858</id><published>2007-04-28T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:40:16.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RjQTRNZDh_I/AAAAAAAAANk/FK_UN_9ClEA/s1600-h/103_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RjQTRNZDh_I/AAAAAAAAANk/FK_UN_9ClEA/s320/103_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058689467817363442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you know my family (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; Mom), you won't think a thing of the fact that I insisted on wearing only undies and a raincoat to ride my bike today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, mom wanted to remember this and a few other things because she says baby Ryan makes her forget things.  I also hid her jump drive a few weeks ago (where she keeps a list of extra funny things I do and say).  We are still looking for it, so Mom here are a few funny things from this week:&lt;br /&gt;-I have been calling you and Dad "Sweet Cheeks" and "Kids"&lt;br /&gt;-I told you, "Don't worry, I've got it under control!"&lt;br /&gt;-I brought all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;instruments&lt;/span&gt; to your bedroom at 5:30 am...so you, Dad and I could play music and sing.  Daddy played the "carmonica" with his eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;-I have been putting on two sets of panties, because I can't decided...Little Mermaid or Dora.&lt;br /&gt;-I tried to give a hurt goose my silky, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;, "It make her feel much better."&lt;br /&gt;-I've been insisting on lots of "grouf hugs"&lt;br /&gt;-I say "Bless you to me!" when I sneeze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-8247084801977287858?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/8247084801977287858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=8247084801977287858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8247084801977287858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8247084801977287858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-things.html' title='Funny Things'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RjQTRNZDh_I/AAAAAAAAANk/FK_UN_9ClEA/s72-c/103_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-529559230067370578</id><published>2007-04-25T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T20:34:23.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infield Fly Guy Wanna Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad took me and Mom to the baseball game tonight.  I haven't been since last year.  I jumped right in with clapping and a lot of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoooing&lt;/span&gt;."  When the plays were slow, I talked to the nice old people behind me and kept them laughing.  I also told the guy hitting the ball, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt; guy, you can do it!"  I keep telling Dad, "I love to go to baseball with you!"  I think we will go again next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RjQRWdZDh8I/AAAAAAAAANM/LhRpCbJj_78/s1600-h/103_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RjQRWdZDh8I/AAAAAAAAANM/LhRpCbJj_78/s320/103_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058687358988421058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like to wear headphones and listen to the game, just like Daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-529559230067370578?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/529559230067370578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=529559230067370578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/529559230067370578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/529559230067370578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/04/infield-fly-guy-wanna-be.html' title='Infield Fly Guy Wanna Be...'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RjQRWdZDh8I/AAAAAAAAANM/LhRpCbJj_78/s72-c/103_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-209988780346611370</id><published>2007-04-08T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T15:10:10.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jesus is Alive!...</title><content type='html'>...and so am I!"  And the Easter Bunny came today at my house and at Grams and Pa's house too.  We ate ham, which I love.  And while Mom and Grams were getting the food, I put ham on everyone's plate.  I also made sure everyone ate their ham and asked if they needed more during dinner.  It is so cold at our house today we had to hunt eggs inside (and mom helped and forgot to take pictures).  I like Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW...My mom is not 25 years old.  I asked her today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RhljD5qHNLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/wru4cmKWHro/s1600-h/103_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RhljD5qHNLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/wru4cmKWHro/s400/103_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051177375740933298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dying eggs is fun, even though you get kinda messy.  The next pictures are of me playing with cascarones (confetti eggs).  My Reina brought me some from Texas a few weeks ago.  They were an Easter tradition at my mom's house when she was a kid.   Notice the look of terror on  my dad's face...I nearly gave everyone a concussion when I smashed them.  We are going to save our Easter cascarones for a warm day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Rhljk5qHNMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/OxxNPr3CU30/s1600-h/103_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Rhljk5qHNMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/OxxNPr3CU30/s400/103_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051177942676616386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RhllDZqHNNI/AAAAAAAAANE/PgFf0YaBEpM/s1600-h/103_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RhllDZqHNNI/AAAAAAAAANE/PgFf0YaBEpM/s400/103_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051179566174254290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-209988780346611370?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/209988780346611370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=209988780346611370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/209988780346611370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/209988780346611370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/04/jesus-is-alive.html' title='&quot;Jesus is Alive!...'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RhljD5qHNLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/wru4cmKWHro/s72-c/103_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-5309084093078286649</id><published>2007-04-06T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T07:52:01.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like to Share</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While mom was getting dressed this morning, I shared my Nature Harvest cereal with my dog Bandit.  It's my favorite kind, with dried strawberries and blueberries.  He "was so hungry," I went to the pantry and gave him whatever was left in the box.  I put it right in his bowl and he ate it up fast, even without milk.   Mom looked surprised, but I told her that Bandit thought it was "fantastic."  He sure has had to go outside a lot since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-5309084093078286649?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/5309084093078286649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=5309084093078286649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/5309084093078286649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/5309084093078286649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-like-to-share.html' title='I Like to Share'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-7057628902087674681</id><published>2007-04-03T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T17:09:02.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a Baby Shower?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's baby shower?  This is confusing to me because there are A) neither babies nor B) people taking showers.  I know because I have asked.   Maybe it is sort of like the Taco Party at Jose's?  You get tacos, but certainly no birthday cake, candles or balloons.  Believe me, I have asked about that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW...I told Mom today that Ryan is going to be born in 3 minutes and we are going to play with him and change his diapers.  I want her to be ready for the new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-7057628902087674681?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/7057628902087674681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=7057628902087674681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/7057628902087674681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/7057628902087674681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-baby-shower.html' title='What&apos;s a Baby Shower?'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-8646569181251767338</id><published>2007-03-28T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T05:48:09.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things...</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write down funny things I have said this week, so Mommy doesn't forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chinchillas are afraid of snakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Mom, don't say "No" that isn't very nice.  You say, "Yes Maam!"&lt;br /&gt;-I can't use the potty now, I'm too dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;-I just need to take a little break, okay?&lt;br /&gt;-Would you look at that!?!&lt;br /&gt;-Mom, don't say, "Just a minute." That is a bad choice.&lt;br /&gt;-Daddy, You're gonna be the BIG BRODER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-8646569181251767338?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/8646569181251767338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=8646569181251767338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8646569181251767338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8646569181251767338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/03/few-things.html' title='A few things...'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-2013130684402004009</id><published>2007-03-25T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T20:39:31.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Livin' is the Life for Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and Dad had a work trip, so I stayed at the Farm with Reina and Papa. I had so much fun that I didn't want to leave! We did a lot of "fantastic" stuff and watched Snow White and the 7 Horses (I think that is what it is called?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RgccgTbaYpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/EQIDJ7KV70k/s1600-h/farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RgccgTbaYpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/EQIDJ7KV70k/s400/farm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046033248788570770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You gotta say, "Yee Haw!" when you wear Papa's cowboy hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RgccUzbaYoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hI6_hP-vEqw/s1600-h/farm11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RgccUzbaYoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hI6_hP-vEqw/s400/farm11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046033051220075138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Papa on a walk-about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RgccNTbaYnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iXYILjGVues/s1600-h/farm12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RgccNTbaYnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iXYILjGVues/s400/farm12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046032922371056242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friends, Will and Cordell.  They are pretty tough boys, but I try to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RgccHDbaYmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WXmCvoc1kuE/s1600-h/farm4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RgccHDbaYmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WXmCvoc1kuE/s400/farm4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046032814996873826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new farm kittens, Target and Tigger.  Gracie (the Great Dane) licks her chops when she sees them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RgccAjbaYlI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MeY3BB1igSw/s1600-h/farm8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RgccAjbaYlI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MeY3BB1igSw/s400/farm8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046032703327724114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reina takes me on the big 4-wheeler, but Cordell has a little one of his own.  Hold on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Rgcb3DbaYkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Tb5DUymZxJE/s1600-h/farm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Rgcb3DbaYkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Tb5DUymZxJE/s400/farm2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046032540118966850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to the creek a couple times a day to throw rocks in. I told Reina we couldn't leave yet because we still have more rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking good care of me Reina and Papa!  I love you so much and can't wait to visit again (without Mom and Dad)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-2013130684402004009?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/2013130684402004009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=2013130684402004009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/2013130684402004009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/2013130684402004009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/03/farm-livin-is-life-for-me.html' title='Farm Livin&apos; is the Life for Me!'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RgccgTbaYpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/EQIDJ7KV70k/s72-c/farm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-9135929250261588778</id><published>2007-03-11T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T05:10:34.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't say STUPID...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not very nice.  The only way you can say that word is by telling people..."Don't say Stupid, it's not very nice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-9135929250261588778?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/9135929250261588778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=9135929250261588778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/9135929250261588778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/9135929250261588778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-say-stupid.html' title='Don&apos;t say STUPID...'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-8917944790421126146</id><published>2007-03-07T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T05:26:55.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Big Girl Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RfAKGZTg9WI/AAAAAAAAALo/S1L8L_kfP08/s1600-h/march+gym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RfAKGZTg9WI/AAAAAAAAALo/S1L8L_kfP08/s320/march+gym.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039539088015816034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I've been 3, I've been waiting for a spot in the big girl gymnastics class. Today was my first day. Mom took me, but when we were all lined up Ms. Audrey told her that moms don't have to go anymore. So, Mom went upstairs and watched me from the big windows. I waived at her a lot so she wouldn't feel sad. Later she told Dad she almost cried. Moms are are weird sometimes. Anyway, it was "fantastic!" I was a little distracted because the big girls were practicing on the other side of the gym. They are fast and flip flop all over the place. My new class is fun and the good news is...you still get lots of stamps at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-8917944790421126146?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/8917944790421126146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=8917944790421126146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8917944790421126146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8917944790421126146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-big-girl-thing.html' title='Another Big Girl Thing'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RfAKGZTg9WI/AAAAAAAAALo/S1L8L_kfP08/s72-c/march+gym.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-2196264359366214549</id><published>2007-03-01T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T05:35:47.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!Asilacinto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes mom and I say spanish words together. I also like making up my own spanish words. This morning I told mom, "Asilacinto!"... (with all the enthusiam of an old-school Argentine butcher, hands raised and in a big voice). I'm pretty sure it is a salutaion. "Ochomigo" and "Hastalaplenta" are other good words I made up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-2196264359366214549?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/2196264359366214549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=2196264359366214549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/2196264359366214549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/2196264359366214549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/03/asilacinto.html' title='!Asilacinto!'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-4097528687883628056</id><published>2007-02-23T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T05:09:56.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharks and Starfish, Oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today Daddy took a break from work and we went to the big Aquarium in Oklahoma. It was "amazing!" We saw real sharks and starfish. They are my favorites! They had every kind of water animal, even a turtle bigger than me! Here are a few pictues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/ReDCk_EELxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/tDbZAqqYnfE/s1600-h/102_2105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/ReDCk_EELxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/tDbZAqqYnfE/s320/102_2105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035238324059778834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I kept impersonating a fish with funny gills, but just when Mom would start to take a picture, I'd say..."Okay, Cheese!" and forgot the fish face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/ReDENfEELyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aZMmuNGDZMw/s1600-h/102_2071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/ReDENfEELyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aZMmuNGDZMw/s320/102_2071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035240119356108578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Dad and me looking at a very little tan shark.  I told him it looked like a burrito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/ReDFyPEELzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JLnwLKY286g/s1600-h/102_2088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/ReDFyPEELzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JLnwLKY286g/s320/102_2088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035241850227928882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are Marlon and Nemo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/ReDGS_EEL0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/oKg226ZTVHU/s1600-h/102_2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/ReDGS_EEL0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/oKg226ZTVHU/s320/102_2094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035242412868644674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Brucey! His tummy anyway. We walked through this big tunnel to see the sharks and it was kind of dark...maybe their naptime. They swam right over us, but I wasn't scared. It was my favorite exhibit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/ReDHtvEEL1I/AAAAAAAAALE/TI54f43N1Ew/s1600-h/102_2096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/ReDHtvEEL1I/AAAAAAAAALE/TI54f43N1Ew/s320/102_2096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035243971941773138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some tickley squishy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/ReDJDvEEL3I/AAAAAAAAALU/ALMsz387uwY/s1600-h/102_2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/ReDJDvEEL3I/AAAAAAAAALU/ALMsz387uwY/s320/102_2099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035245449410522994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am touching a real starfish.  It was soft.  I didn't want to touch the stingray though, just look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-4097528687883628056?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/4097528687883628056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=4097528687883628056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/4097528687883628056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/4097528687883628056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/02/sharks-and-starfish-oh-my.html' title='Sharks and Starfish, Oh my!'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/ReDCk_EELxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/tDbZAqqYnfE/s72-c/102_2105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-1122250123669148933</id><published>2007-02-08T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T05:23:17.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Brother</title><content type='html'>Well, the Dr. said there is a baby boy in Mom's tummy. I wanted a sister, but I think I'll like him. Dad says,"It will balance out our house, because sometimes girls can be a little sassy." I already have 2 brothers though. Let me tell you about them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My doggy brother, Bandit Trouble:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Rc3t6ZyodtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4DEsT6m6Pgg/s1600-h/102_2032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Rc3t6ZyodtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4DEsT6m6Pgg/s200/102_2032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029937946454161106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is black and has pretty ears that I like to pet. He sometimes hides from me because he knows he can't be mean if I accidently try to ride him or wrap my silky around his head like a pirate. Sometimes we take him to doggy school to play with his friends. He loves it! When we pick him up, he is so tired and hungry I usually tell mom he wants a taco. He thinks he is part cat because he likes to wrestle with Jenks and eat cat food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kitty brother, Jenkins Edward (Jenks):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Rc3vrpyodvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/whNC4iLClGo/s1600-h/102_2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Rc3vrpyodvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/whNC4iLClGo/s200/102_2036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029939892074346226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is lazy and lets me pet him all the time. He's a snuggler, like me, so that is how I know we are related. Some nights he sleeps at the end of my bed. I like to talk baby talk to him and put "lips" (chap-stick) on him, even though mom says he has germs. He has a "licky spot" and when you pet him on his back, he licks real fast. It's funny! Mom says that when we are gone, she think Jenks drinks martinis and tries to sell Bandit on Ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the new brother will be like?  I have seen pictures of him, but he doesn't look much like a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-1122250123669148933?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/1122250123669148933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=1122250123669148933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/1122250123669148933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/1122250123669148933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-brother.html' title='A New Brother'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Rc3t6ZyodtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4DEsT6m6Pgg/s72-c/102_2032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-9188995535513499970</id><published>2007-02-03T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T19:20:48.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When my Daddy was little, each night he would get a kiss, hug and a scream (because the hug would be so big he would scream).  Now each night I give Dad a hug, kiss and a noogie.  It's good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-9188995535513499970?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/9188995535513499970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=9188995535513499970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/9188995535513499970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/9188995535513499970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/02/at-night.html' title='At night...'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-8400568554061415463</id><published>2007-01-26T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T06:36:13.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun to tell people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a baby in my tummy and a trampoline at my house.  I have been telling friends, family and strangers that all week.  They seem excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-8400568554061415463?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/8400568554061415463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=8400568554061415463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8400568554061415463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8400568554061415463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/01/fun-to-tell-people.html' title='Fun to tell people'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-8375727991302157569</id><published>2007-01-20T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:03:27.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the Birthday Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had my jumpin' party today and had a big time! It was bad weather outside, but most of my sweet friends and family came anyway. We played for a long time, then had cake and presents. I picked my cake this year...Lermaid (Little Mermaid) and it was oh so tasty. Mom took too many fun pictures to post, but here are some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RbK5QfaHUTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aoqdIJnj4ms/s1600-h/102_2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RbK5QfaHUTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aoqdIJnj4ms/s200/102_2000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022280227431600434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RbK5kvaHUUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_L_9f7Ox4kA/s1600-h/102_2021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RbK5kvaHUUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_L_9f7Ox4kA/s200/102_2021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022280575323951426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RbK54PaHUVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/X4UsIYqq6q0/s1600-h/102_2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RbK54PaHUVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/X4UsIYqq6q0/s200/102_2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022280910331400530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RbK6IPaHUWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TfU2CpTipTA/s1600-h/102_1999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RbK6IPaHUWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TfU2CpTipTA/s200/102_1999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022281185209307490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RbK6k_aHUXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/h4kqYccP4ZI/s1600-h/102_2024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RbK6k_aHUXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/h4kqYccP4ZI/s200/102_2024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022281679130546546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RbK65_aHUYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/xHgTExxMg54/s1600-h/102_2025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RbK65_aHUYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/xHgTExxMg54/s200/102_2025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022282039907799426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RbK7K_aHUZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TWMQjtAMHx8/s1600-h/102_2028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RbK7K_aHUZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TWMQjtAMHx8/s200/102_2028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022282331965575570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you came to my party....Thanks, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-8375727991302157569?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/8375727991302157569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=8375727991302157569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8375727991302157569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8375727991302157569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-birthday-girl.html' title='I&apos;m the Birthday Girl!'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RbK5QfaHUTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aoqdIJnj4ms/s72-c/102_2000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-2590444579641101642</id><published>2007-01-20T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T05:24:53.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apple a Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....still means that you that you have to have a check up each year.  Here I am with my great doctor.  He has taken good care of me since I was 2 weeks old and is so funny!  He knows my uncle Marc too...they went to Mexico together to help people.  I'm not so fond of that "lady" that comes in after and stabs me in leg....Ouch!  Remind me to call the CDC (when I can dial) and tell them thanks for all the shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RbIU2PaHUDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/h_oQHe2zTM8/s1600-h/Foster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RbIU2PaHUDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/h_oQHe2zTM8/s320/Foster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022099456553078834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are my 3-year stats:  32 lbs &amp;amp; 30.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-2590444579641101642?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/2590444579641101642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=2590444579641101642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/2590444579641101642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/2590444579641101642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/01/apple-day.html' title='An Apple a Day....'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RbIU2PaHUDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/h_oQHe2zTM8/s72-c/Foster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-7989512727674995475</id><published>2007-01-13T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T05:56:39.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encore, please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RajkufaHUCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dxDc2ui9ctQ/s1600-h/Not_Afraid_2webbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RajkufaHUCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dxDc2ui9ctQ/s320/Not_Afraid_2webbig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019513272060563490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night we went out for burritos and saw a great ballerina, glow-in-the-dark show. I liked the show because it had funny lights and good music. Dad was so sweet to take us beacuse I know he doesn't like ballet as much as basketball. It was so fun, I have been asking all morning if we can see the ballerinas again today or tomorrow or in three days!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Rajh8PaHUBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/R49tfQDqxbA/s1600-h/notafraid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/Rajh8PaHUBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/R49tfQDqxbA/s200/notafraid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019510209748881426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture of me just before the show asking Mom, "Where are the ballerinas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-7989512727674995475?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/7989512727674995475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=7989512727674995475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/7989512727674995475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/7989512727674995475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/01/encore-please.html' title='Encore, please!'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RajkufaHUCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dxDc2ui9ctQ/s72-c/Not_Afraid_2webbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-909192836602758926</id><published>2007-01-12T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T11:27:01.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to jump!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RafgrPaHT9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ny-VfWt-QIM/s1600-h/102_1983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RafgrPaHT9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ny-VfWt-QIM/s320/102_1983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019227343202766802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For my birthday, Daddy "made" me a little trampoline. I got so excited when I saw it that I said, "I can't not believe it! It's a miracle!" I have been jumping on it alot because I love to jump! Mom says I might have frog DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-909192836602758926?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/909192836602758926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=909192836602758926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/909192836602758926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/909192836602758926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-to-jump.html' title='I love to jump!'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RafgrPaHT9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ny-VfWt-QIM/s72-c/102_1983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-6380299274115236025</id><published>2007-01-11T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T11:14:29.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haircuts are fun, not scary! I had my very first one today. Mrs. Camille cut it and did a great job! Aunt Paige came too and brought me a big sucker for a special haircutting treat. Daddy had a meeting on the square and he stopped by to check on me. It was like a haircut party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RafcjPaHT7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/K__N6EK65Mo/s1600-h/102_1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RafcjPaHT7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/K__N6EK65Mo/s320/102_1978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019222807717302194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am sitting on Paige's lap.  I was a little nervous at first, so she said I could sit with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RafdAPaHT8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/76HaZVS24mo/s1600-h/102_1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RafdAPaHT8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/76HaZVS24mo/s320/102_1980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019223305933508546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with Mrs. Camille. I like her because she said I looked like a princess. She kept my curls for Mom and said my first haircut was free. Thanks a lot, Mrs. Camille!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-6380299274115236025?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/6380299274115236025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=6380299274115236025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/6380299274115236025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/6380299274115236025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-first-haircut.html' title='My First Haircut'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RafcjPaHT7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/K__N6EK65Mo/s72-c/102_1978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-8558431295330469538</id><published>2007-01-09T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T17:29:36.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RaQha5pHroI/AAAAAAAAADM/W94aOmiEoo0/s1600-h/102_1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RaQha5pHroI/AAAAAAAAADM/W94aOmiEoo0/s200/102_1975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018172630831181442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 3 today....I can't not believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RaRBCppHrrI/AAAAAAAAADo/cQOc51aTgaU/s1600-h/Jan11008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RaRBCppHrrI/AAAAAAAAADo/cQOc51aTgaU/s200/Jan11008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018207398591442610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's me when I was just born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-8558431295330469538?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/8558431295330469538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=8558431295330469538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8558431295330469538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8558431295330469538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RaQha5pHroI/AAAAAAAAADM/W94aOmiEoo0/s72-c/102_1975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-7191698725432357842</id><published>2006-12-25T21:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T20:30:23.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Santa brought me an abacus this year (Great Grandpa K. would be so proud I wanted one). And according to my calculations, Christmas was fun! Unfortuntely, since Mommy has a baby in her tummy she forgets a lot of stuff (like where she put the camera). Mom said she would put a few Christmas pictures up when she finds "the darn thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;....So Mom found the camera, but messed something up trying to upload pictures.  Dad is going to try and make the pictures come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-7191698725432357842?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/7191698725432357842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=7191698725432357842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/7191698725432357842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/7191698725432357842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-5157858056004176184</id><published>2006-12-21T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T20:39:01.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight we took Grams and Pa to the square to see the lights. They were beautiful! I also got to ride a pony (that was my favorite part). Here are a few pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RYtfty8FlfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7lYD1O7QGIM/s1600-h/102_1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RYtfty8FlfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7lYD1O7QGIM/s320/102_1939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011204250752357874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RYtg1i8FlgI/AAAAAAAAACY/rmuc31nkfgs/s1600-h/horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RYtg1i8FlgI/AAAAAAAAACY/rmuc31nkfgs/s320/horse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011205483407971842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-5157858056004176184?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/5157858056004176184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=5157858056004176184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/5157858056004176184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/5157858056004176184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/12/pretty-lights.html' title='Pretty Lights'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RYtfty8FlfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7lYD1O7QGIM/s72-c/102_1939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-955846898031691618</id><published>2006-12-17T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T18:55:05.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Camper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been really warm at our house. We went camping this weekend in the "rain forrest."  Mom and Dad sure "crack me", they are so funny.  I saw lots of squirrels and struck up some potty conversations with fellow campers. I also worked on phonics with Mom and Dad, asking them to repeat things after me, by syllable (like..."Can you say A-corn?").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RYdRQy8FldI/AAAAAAAAABw/jDe67s-IvLg/s1600-h/102_1920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RYdRQy8FldI/AAAAAAAAABw/jDe67s-IvLg/s320/102_1920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010062459466520018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm....if a 2 year old throws rocks in the forest..... will they get in trouble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RYdPsi8FlcI/AAAAAAAAABo/bceRBsvrK7Y/s1600-h/102_1916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RYdPsi8FlcI/AAAAAAAAABo/bceRBsvrK7Y/s320/102_1916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010060737184634306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am throwing rocks in the creek while on a hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RYdSAi8FleI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfQWZnUxNqs/s1600-h/102_1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RYdSAi8FleI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfQWZnUxNqs/s320/102_1924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010063279805273570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whew...I was tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-955846898031691618?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/955846898031691618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=955846898031691618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/955846898031691618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/955846898031691618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-camper.html' title='Happy Camper'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RYdRQy8FldI/AAAAAAAAABw/jDe67s-IvLg/s72-c/102_1920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-5638383034382126639</id><published>2006-12-10T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T05:49:31.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RYKltbFPR_I/AAAAAAAAABE/MaoOibm82uA/s1600-h/102_1911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RYKltbFPR_I/AAAAAAAAABE/MaoOibm82uA/s320/102_1911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008747935371839474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today Mom and I made a Gingerbread house. The great thing about making a gingerbread house is that you use candy (and squishy stuff that tastes like birthday cake). You can eat the candy before you put it on the house, while you are making the house, then after it is all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RYKmb7FPSAI/AAAAAAAAABM/Nc43j3a1eeU/s1600-h/102_1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RYKmb7FPSAI/AAAAAAAAABM/Nc43j3a1eeU/s320/102_1907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008748734235756546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also taught Mom and Dad a new song today (I changed the ending myself)...."We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry Christmas and a HAPPY FACE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-5638383034382126639?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/5638383034382126639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=5638383034382126639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/5638383034382126639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/5638383034382126639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/12/gingerbread-house.html' title='Gingerbread House'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RYKltbFPR_I/AAAAAAAAABE/MaoOibm82uA/s72-c/102_1911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-3131509329563955691</id><published>2006-12-09T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T20:37:18.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addie likes vitamins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom was trying to teach me something to tell Dad....&lt;br /&gt;Mom said, "Can you say, Mom likes diamonds?!" I repeated that a few times, but then told Dad, "Can you say, Addie likes vitamins?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-3131509329563955691?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/3131509329563955691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=3131509329563955691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/3131509329563955691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/3131509329563955691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/12/addie-likes-vitamins.html' title='Addie likes vitamins'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-4498689169984794482</id><published>2006-12-04T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T05:32:16.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veggie Delight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RXQgOqOJlyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GN5msDAW7do/s1600-h/veggie+tales2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RXQgOqOJlyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GN5msDAW7do/s200/veggie+tales2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004660522139359010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RXQgHqOJlxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1D3sdfGgf1s/s1600-h/veggie+tales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RXQgHqOJlxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1D3sdfGgf1s/s320/veggie+tales.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004660401880274706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a great Veggie Tales show last night! Most all of my favorite characters were there, including Jr. Asparagus. They sang lots of great songs, like "Pizza Angel" and the song from my Veggie Tales nativity set. I sang along with the ones I knew and danced in my seat almost the whole time. I also made sure that Mom and Dad were clapping when they were supposed to. I sure love Veggie Tales!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-4498689169984794482?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/4498689169984794482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=4498689169984794482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/4498689169984794482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/4498689169984794482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/12/veggie-delight.html' title='Veggie Delight'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RXQgOqOJlyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GN5msDAW7do/s72-c/veggie+tales2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-4493073716749586367</id><published>2006-12-02T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T19:07:45.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrrr....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RXQfgqOJlwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7S17U5zTHIE/s1600-h/cmas+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RXQfgqOJlwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7S17U5zTHIE/s320/cmas+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004659731865376514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was icy, snowy and cold this week...mostly icy. The snow was too dry to make things, but we had fun making tracks with our feet. I'm not sure how, but I think Daddy made the snow. I've been telling people that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; We also picked out a Christmas tree yesterday. It smells good! We brought it home and put pretty lights and ornaments on it. I keep looking at it and saying, "Wow, I love Christmas!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-4493073716749586367?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/4493073716749586367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=4493073716749586367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/4493073716749586367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/4493073716749586367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/12/brrrrrr.html' title='Brrrrrr....'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s7slbjuDHAQ/RXQfgqOJlwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7S17U5zTHIE/s72-c/cmas+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-8665302970385490296</id><published>2006-11-25T19:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T20:07:16.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6903/3486/1600/102_1833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6903/3486/320/102_1833.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was great fun this year. As part of Dad's family tradition, I stuck black olives on my finger tips and ate them one by one before our big dinner. When I got tired of eating olives myself, I served them to friends and family right off my little digits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other funny things that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in some bad ball game traffic Friday.  Reina said, "Holy Cow!"  Then I said, "Holy Kitty Cat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...We went looking for a dress for my Aunt Paige in a very fancy place. There was a big, fancy mirror in the middle of the store. So I walked over, did a spin in front of it, then started licking it. Mom said we had to wait outside. She isn't a big fan of the licking trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, me and Dad went camping with Grams and Pa...to test out the new camper for a night.  Grams and I roasted marshmallows and I think they taste like birthday cake.  I told her so.  The camper is great, except there is no jumping on the beds.:O(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-8665302970385490296?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/8665302970385490296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=8665302970385490296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8665302970385490296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/8665302970385490296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-4432037487927218028</id><published>2006-11-20T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T18:57:43.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6903/3486/1600/158015/dentist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6903/3486/320/560780/dentist.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is me just after my dentist visit today.  Mom didn't take a picture of me in the chair because she was trying to help me stop crying.  I didn't even want to open my eyes to see the cartoons playing on the ceiling.  See, last week I was having a great visit with the doctor,  and the nurse hurt my leg with a flu shot.   It was traumatic to say the least and when they had me lay down in the chair today, I had a flu shot flashback.  Anyway, the dentist is a nice man with fun toys at his office.  He said I had pretty teeth and told me to keep brushing.  He gave me stickers, a new toothbrush and a extra bouncy ball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-4432037487927218028?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/4432037487927218028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=4432037487927218028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/4432037487927218028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/4432037487927218028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/11/here-is-me-just-after-my-dentist-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-667870032438832171</id><published>2006-11-19T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T13:13:02.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nastics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6903/3486/1600/471281/gymnastics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6903/3486/320/199702/gymnastics.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we did bars at gymnastics and jumped like frogs on the trampoline. We have circle time when we sing funny songs and stretch. Moms do it too. I told Mom lots at circle time, "Great job, Mom!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-667870032438832171?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/667870032438832171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=667870032438832171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/667870032438832171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/667870032438832171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/11/nastics.html' title='Nastics'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-116294690691708007</id><published>2006-11-07T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:50.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake it like....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a refrigerator!?  Sometimes cousin Chase and his daddy dance and say, "Shake it like a salt shaker." I guess I was thinking about that because yesterday morning, I was jumping on the bed, twisting about and said, "Shake it like a refrigerator!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also yesterday, mom told me my eggs were ready, but I was working on some important stuff in my playroom.  So, from the other room (in a long, loud voice) I said, "Just a minute, Mom!  You gotta be patient!"  Sometimes that kind of thing is back talk at my house, but I had mom and dad so cracked up from all the morning silliness, I didn't even get in trouble.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-116294690691708007?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/116294690691708007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=116294690691708007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/116294690691708007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/116294690691708007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/11/shake-it-like.html' title='Shake it like....'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-116251536644664821</id><published>2006-11-02T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:50.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I say funny things sometimes, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Upsidelide-down&lt;br /&gt;Blublerries&lt;br /&gt;Racamoni (also known as macaroni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-116251536644664821?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/116251536644664821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=116251536644664821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/116251536644664821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/116251536644664821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/11/funny-things.html' title='Funny Things'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-116234654618684577</id><published>2006-10-31T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:50.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Like to Talk to Tomatoes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/102_1780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/102_1780.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have I got a costume for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/102_1781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/102_1781.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snaps to Grams who helped Mom make this costume, without a pattern, by mostly making it.  Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/102_1784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/102_1784.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is me and my doggie cousin, Stella.  She is wearing a giraffe costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/102_1788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/102_1788.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an action shot of me trick or treating.  Everyone was so nice, I wanted to go into their house and stay a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-116234654618684577?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/116234654618684577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=116234654618684577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/116234654618684577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/116234654618684577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-you-like-to-talk-to-tomatoes.html' title='If You Like to Talk to Tomatoes....'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-116233181418851243</id><published>2006-10-31T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:49.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/102_1778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/102_1778.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am scooping out my pumpkin.  Yuck...the insides make your hands messy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-116233181418851243?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/116233181418851243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=116233181418851243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/116233181418851243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/116233181418851243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-116226195480003537</id><published>2006-10-30T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:49.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to the Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/102_1741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/102_1741.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papa showed me his new tractor.  It has lots of levers on it.  He let me lift the scoop up and down and turn all the lights on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/102_1742.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/102_1742.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He let me take it for a spin.  Here I (my) am making a big turn in the pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/102_1769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/102_1769.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Aunt Susie. She and uncle Charlie knew my mom starting when she was born. They know funny stories about her. Aunt Susie taught me that squirrels like to eat acorns. One time when she asked me what they ate I said, "Peanuts." Then I went to the pantry and got a big can of cashews. I wanted to take them to the deck and throw them out for the squirrels, but mom said that wasn't a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/102_1771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/102_1771.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with Uncle Charlie.  He is good at giving "fives" and makes muy yummy fajitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/102_1751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/102_1751.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just call me Ginger Rogers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/102_1752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/102_1752.jpg" alt="" 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/28564215-116226195480003537?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/116226195480003537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=116226195480003537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/116226195480003537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/116226195480003537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/10/trip-to-farm.html' title='A Trip to the Farm'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-116156227121104751</id><published>2006-10-22T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:49.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/mary%20go%20round.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/mary%20go%20round.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whew...it has been a busy week!  First we saw my baby sister (or brother) on a big TV at the doctor's office.  Then, we went to the Fall Festival and got to ride rides, jump in a bouncy castle and do pumpkin crafts.  Tonight we went to Farm Fest with church and roasted wienies and marshmallows, played and  went on a hay ride.   Mom is getting forgetful and forgot the camera all weekend.  She took this picture of me and Dad at the Fall Festival with her phone.   He's numero uno in my book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-116156227121104751?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/116156227121104751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=116156227121104751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/116156227121104751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/116156227121104751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/10/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-116096320682574861</id><published>2006-10-15T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:49.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Snail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/MR.%20Snail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/MR.%20Snail.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mr. Snail.  I painted him all by myself for my Daddy's birthday.  He was so excited when I gave it to him, I sometimes sneak it off his dresser and tell him to close his eyes so I can surprise him all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-116096320682574861?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/116096320682574861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=116096320682574861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/116096320682574861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/116096320682574861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/10/mr-snail.html' title='Mr. Snail'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-116087770950184729</id><published>2006-10-14T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:49.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NICU Reunion</title><content type='html'>Well, today was my NICU reunion. The NICU is where you go when you are born extra early or are really sick at birth (like me). It is a great place and to top it off, they have super fun parties every year. This year was a cowboy party ...Yeee Haw!&lt;br /&gt;Only, it was a little sad because my doctor there went to heaven last month. Mom was very teary about the whole thing and said Dr. Pichoff was a great man. He came to see her at another hospital the day I went to the NICU and worked very hard to make me well. Mom says that we are going to buy some toys for the Jackson Graves Foundation in his honor and I can pick them out all myself.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was a hard time when I was at the NICU, Mom and Dad said it was special. My family came a lot and almost everyday someone (who knew they couldn't come in to touch me) would come to the window and peek in to see if they could wave Hi. Mom remembers your sweet visits (Laura, Mike, Tiffany, Rhonda and others). Mom said she and Daddy always had clean hands when I was there because they had to wash them for 5 minutes before they held me. And guess what, Dad had to wear a nursing gown...teehee.&lt;br /&gt;Please say a prayer for all of the little babies in the NICU.  It is a very special place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/Jan11007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/Jan11007.jpg" alt="" 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/28564215-116087770950184729?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/116087770950184729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=116087770950184729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/116087770950184729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/116087770950184729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/10/nicu-reunion.html' title='NICU Reunion'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-116015134112336120</id><published>2006-10-06T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:48.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooo whooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/Gymnastics.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/Gymnastics.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wooo Whooo! That was my favorite thing to say this morning at Tiny Tots Tumbling. Here is me jumping on the little trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/Gymnastics.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-116015134112336120?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/116015134112336120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=116015134112336120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/116015134112336120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/116015134112336120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/10/wooo-whooo.html' title='Wooo whooo!'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-115991929427257546</id><published>2006-10-03T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:48.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooohhh Oooohhh Aaaahhh Aaaahhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/monkey%20dress1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/monkey%20dress1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grams made me a monkey dress and it is beautiful! I have been jumping and talking like a monkey ever since I put it on this morning. Oooohhh Oooohhh Aaaahhh Aaaahhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-115991929427257546?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/115991929427257546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=115991929427257546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115991929427257546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115991929427257546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/10/oooohhh-oooohhh-aaaahhh-aaaahhh.html' title='Oooohhh Oooohhh Aaaahhh Aaaahhh!'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-115972492666150892</id><published>2006-10-01T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:48.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus will make you feel better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/100_1731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/100_1731.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was resting on the couch, very tired and fighting allergies. Addie with her sweet, sensitive spirit came up to me, looked me in the eyes and asked, "Mommy, you okay?" I told her I didn't feel very good and was tired. She said, "Mommy, Jesus will make you feel better!" She ran and got her "Jesus Bible" and started "reading" it to me. My heart felt so full!&lt;br /&gt;God, thanks for our girl!&lt;br /&gt;-Shannon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-115972492666150892?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/115972492666150892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=115972492666150892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115972492666150892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115972492666150892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/10/jesus-will-make-you-feel-better.html' title='Jesus will make you feel better'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-115950400780513313</id><published>2006-09-28T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:48.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert the Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/100_1725.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/100_1725.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/100_1723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/100_1723.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned 2, Grams and Pa bought me a blue fish. I named him Bert (short for Birthday). I help take care of him. Sometimes I think he is lonely, so I put things in his bowl, like: Mom's good potpouri, Little People, and a one morning a whole bag of kitty treats. Mom says he is one tough fish to still be alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-115950400780513313?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/115950400780513313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=115950400780513313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115950400780513313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115950400780513313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/09/bert-fish.html' title='Bert the Fish'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-115905583059615473</id><published>2006-09-23T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:48.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday in the store</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/100_1705-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/100_1705-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining too hard today to go to the farmers market. Instead, Mom, Reina and I went to the natural food store. Dad doesn't really like going there because he says there are lots of hippies and he says a store shouldn't sell meatless meat. Mom says it's a good lesson in diversity and economics...whatever all that means. Anyway, I got my own small metal little shopping cart and pushed it all around the store myself and said, "Watch out, here I come!" On my own, I loaded my cart with 2 bunches of b-nanas and every kind of tomato I could reach. Mom made me put the bean salad back on the shelf, but bought me some organic smiley face cheese. I also filled my basket with other crazy stuff, like an assortment of homeopathic medicine and eye drops.  Mom didn't notice until we were checking out...hehehe. It was fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-115905583059615473?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/115905583059615473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=115905583059615473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115905583059615473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115905583059615473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/09/saturday-in-store.html' title='Saturday in the store'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-115850620627305950</id><published>2006-09-17T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:47.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/100_1708.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/100_1708.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin Chase had a birthday and it was FUN!   I like that he has  red hair like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/100_1707.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/100_1707.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think he is holding his head saying, "Whoah, she is a crazy girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/100_1711.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/100_1711.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Dad running at the park last week.  He says I'm fast!  We met Chase there yesterday for breakfast and sliding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/100_1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/100_1701.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoo Pig Sooie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-115850620627305950?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/115850620627305950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=115850620627305950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115850620627305950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115850620627305950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/09/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-115833454674872094</id><published>2006-09-15T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:47.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some funny things I said in the car this week....</title><content type='html'>-"Mommy, cats don't like water."&lt;br /&gt;-"What's a meteor?"&lt;br /&gt;-"I just can't stop crying!"&lt;br /&gt;-"I want to eat grass like a llama...mmmm."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-115833454674872094?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/115833454674872094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=115833454674872094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115833454674872094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115833454674872094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-funny-things-i-said-in-car-this.html' title='Some funny things I said in the car this week....'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-115806194471551649</id><published>2006-09-12T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:47.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Count to 20 in Spanish...</title><content type='html'>uno, dos, tres, QUACKATRO, cinco, seis, siete, ocho, nueve, diaz, TWENTY!  That is how I do it anyway.;O)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-115806194471551649?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/115806194471551649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=115806194471551649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115806194471551649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115806194471551649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-to-count-to-20-in-spanish.html' title='How to Count to 20 in Spanish...'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-115723739460610792</id><published>2006-09-02T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:47.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a skunkt?</title><content type='html'>We smelled a stinky smell on the way to see friends and Mom said it was a "skunkt". So I have been asking everyone, "What is a skunkt? I finally know for sure and if you ask me I'll tell you it is, "An animal with a stinky tail."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-115723739460610792?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/115723739460610792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=115723739460610792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115723739460610792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115723739460610792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-is-skunkt.html' title='What is a skunkt?'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-115676914908543719</id><published>2006-08-28T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:47.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floaties are fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/bath%202%20cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/bath%202%20cropped.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said floaties are just for the pool?  I like to wear mine in the tub, at breakfast and at the post office.  This morning when mom woke me up, I even had it on under the covers.  I can't remember how it got there, but I sure didn't want to take it off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-115676914908543719?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/115676914908543719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=115676914908543719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115676914908543719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115676914908543719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/08/floaties-are-fun.html' title='Floaties are fun!'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-115671728608235289</id><published>2006-08-27T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:47.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your name?</title><content type='html'>Well, I have been asking this question a lot, maybe because it is so confusing! I know my whole name, but Mommy has lots of names and a whole name too...Daddy calls her Shannon or Shanie or sometimes Sweetie or Honey. When I try to call her one of those names she giggles or makes a serious face (like last Thursday in the library when I called her "Shannon" in a loud voice). Yesterday we were all reciting our names, for the 100th time, in the truck and I got even more confused. When Daddy said his whole name I stopped, thought a minute and said, "Hey! Where is Elizabeth?" Whew....this is a lot for a kid to understand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-115671728608235289?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/115671728608235289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=115671728608235289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115671728608235289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115671728608235289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-is-your-name.html' title='What is your name?'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-115662191932010934</id><published>2006-08-26T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:46.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/marker.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/marker.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who me...eating green washable markers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-115662191932010934?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/115662191932010934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=115662191932010934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115662191932010934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115662191932010934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/08/who-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28564215.post-115662090726963554</id><published>2006-08-26T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:09:46.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/1600/golf%20cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8185/3027/320/golf%20cropped.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is me taking a swing at a bright orange golf ball.  At first, I thought the ball was a clementine, so I licked it...yuck!  My Papa brought me some kid sized clubs to practice with and showed me how to swing.  Mom says to, "Be careful!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28564215-115662090726963554?l=monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/feeds/115662090726963554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28564215&amp;postID=115662090726963554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115662090726963554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28564215/posts/default/115662090726963554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeytoes2004.blogspot.com/2006/08/fore.html' title='FORE!'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01314979003984295203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
