<?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-7398832601314115398</id><updated>2011-08-25T09:58:44.922-07:00</updated><category term='olympics'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='swim'/><category term='meme'/><category term='ER'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='food'/><category term='traditions'/><category term='Family'/><category term='dimples'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='Milestones'/><category term='tag'/><category term='Twinkle Twinkle'/><category term='stories'/><category term='football'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='Video'/><category term='work'/><category term='Phone'/><category term='Randy Pausch'/><category term='ABC&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Curly World</title><subtitle type='html'>Because you never know what twists and turns the world has in store for us!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398832601314115398.post-3998147906508528877</id><published>2010-11-27T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T14:43:46.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide and Seek</title><content type='html'>The Present and Dimples decided to play hide and seek today. &amp;nbsp;Here is what QB and I heard....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dimples - "One, two, three, four, five....ready or not here I come..........."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Present - gigles from under the couch cushion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dimples - "Where ARE you big boyee?!?!?" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG - they are so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-3998147906508528877?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3998147906508528877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=3998147906508528877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/3998147906508528877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/3998147906508528877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/hide-and-seek.html' title='Hide and Seek'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-5294799121388023907</id><published>2010-05-05T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:34:32.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Breakfast</title><content type='html'>Here is what Dimples and The Present have been having for breakfast or snacks lately - YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoothies in the bullet (I love this thing!)&lt;br /&gt;Frozen fruit like strawberries, blueberries or peaches&lt;br /&gt;1 banana&lt;br /&gt;1 T flaxseed&lt;br /&gt;1T honey&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Cup non-fat Greek yogurt&lt;br /&gt;apple or orange juice - whatever we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greek yogurt makes it creamy and adds protein. &amp;nbsp;They are so delicious and the kids love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-5294799121388023907?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5294799121388023907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=5294799121388023907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/5294799121388023907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/5294799121388023907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-3432656600941279265</id><published>2010-04-06T23:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:45:03.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Pictures!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/S7wp4MrAwNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/lqVamMNlhZ4/s1600/March+2010+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/S7wp4MrAwNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/lqVamMNlhZ4/s320/March+2010+065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457282893917241554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/S7wptobON1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/9PK9v0l-bS4/s1600/March+2010+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/S7wptobON1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/9PK9v0l-bS4/s320/March+2010+102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457282712388646738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/S7wps6_fC2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/9T4JWptJ-ho/s1600/March+2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/S7wps6_fC2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/9T4JWptJ-ho/s320/March+2010+002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457282700192713570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/S7wpRat4PpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/sCa02TU6Bt4/s1600/April+2010+128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/S7wpRat4PpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/sCa02TU6Bt4/s320/April+2010+128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457282227672465042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/S7wpEkfy99I/AAAAAAAAAKY/TbmBtsQ1uRo/s1600/April+2010+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/S7wpEkfy99I/AAAAAAAAAKY/TbmBtsQ1uRo/s320/April+2010+117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457282006959454162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/S7wo2SiPADI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ETCCG1_YlEI/s1600/April+2010+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/S7wo2SiPADI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ETCCG1_YlEI/s320/April+2010+113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457281761619673138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots going on in our household!  Thought I would try and revive the blog and share some recent pics.  Enjoy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7398832601314115398-3432656600941279265?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3432656600941279265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=3432656600941279265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/3432656600941279265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/3432656600941279265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures!!'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/S7wp4MrAwNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/lqVamMNlhZ4/s72-c/March+2010+065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398832601314115398.post-349269816506867239</id><published>2010-04-06T23:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:50:48.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Evening with an ALMOST 2 year old.....</title><content type='html'>Dimples -  (phfffffffft)  "Oh, Mommy, I farrrrted!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - "What do you say honey?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dimples - "Thank you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess she gets more than just her looks from her father ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7398832601314115398-349269816506867239?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/349269816506867239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=349269816506867239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/349269816506867239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/349269816506867239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/evening-event-with-almost-2-year-old.html' title='Evening with an ALMOST 2 year old.....'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-1373376015950163508</id><published>2009-09-04T20:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:03:18.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>More Pic's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SqHicKE5_HI/AAAAAAAAAKI/74h030polco/s1600-h/August+2009+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377828403426229362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SqHicKE5_HI/AAAAAAAAAKI/74h030polco/s320/August+2009+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who does this remind you of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SqHibhy2uGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-N05o3m87xA/s1600-h/August+2009+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377828392613099618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SqHibhy2uGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-N05o3m87xA/s320/August+2009+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Asleep, waiting for Mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SqHiayi2iHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ltwaO-p-wDk/s1600-h/September+2009+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377828379929512050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SqHiayi2iHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ltwaO-p-wDk/s320/September+2009+080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dimples after a Red Vine after her swim lesson.  This face makes me think of my cousin the MD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SqHiaXavu3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/0fuWJkZkWiA/s1600-h/September+2009+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377828372647754610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SqHiaXavu3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/0fuWJkZkWiA/s320/September+2009+076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Red Vine before it was consumed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SqHiZlIVfwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/10IgJjer-_k/s1600-h/September+2009+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377828359148764930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SqHiZlIVfwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/10IgJjer-_k/s320/September+2009+073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The present and his swim instructor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-1373376015950163508?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1373376015950163508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=1373376015950163508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/1373376015950163508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/1373376015950163508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-pics.html' title='More Pic&apos;s'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SqHicKE5_HI/AAAAAAAAAKI/74h030polco/s72-c/August+2009+034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398832601314115398.post-7382718923639176741</id><published>2009-08-29T11:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:10:22.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Pictures!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SplulQ1J6BI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Xmvb28LNQus/s1600-h/August+2009+143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375449216695527442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SplulQ1J6BI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Xmvb28LNQus/s320/August+2009+143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SplukkHDfSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RRgbHuOs7no/s1600-h/August+2009+133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375449204691008802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SplukkHDfSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RRgbHuOs7no/s320/August+2009+133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375449196799520306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SplukGtk7jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UKRb9VV9EIM/s320/August+2009+081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/Splt5RIr3lI/AAAAAAAAAJI/S0b-ChBPaVY/s1600-h/August+2009+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375448460863200850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/Splt5RIr3lI/AAAAAAAAAJI/S0b-ChBPaVY/s320/August+2009+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/Splt4hI1VAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/heWOyl1w0Yg/s1600-h/August+2009+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375448447978918914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/Splt4hI1VAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/heWOyl1w0Yg/s320/August+2009+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been too long - facebook has gotten the best of me. But for those of you who don't do facebook or can't because your work restricts you, here are some pics of The Present and Dimples. Enjoy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-7382718923639176741?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7382718923639176741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=7382718923639176741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/7382718923639176741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/7382718923639176741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures.html' title='Pictures!!'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SplulQ1J6BI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Xmvb28LNQus/s72-c/August+2009+143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398832601314115398.post-7806861767656086310</id><published>2009-06-10T21:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:54:15.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dimples'/><title type='text'>Dimples Swim Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-deaf2ba57dbb077c" 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href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7806861767656086310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=7806861767656086310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/7806861767656086310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/7806861767656086310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/dimples-swim-lesson.html' title='Dimples Swim Lesson'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-8132228501974970700</id><published>2009-05-29T18:56:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:46:31.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>More Pictures!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SiClf6v6s0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bU3P1WqTD0Y/s1600-h/May+2009+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341451125826171714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SiClf6v6s0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bU3P1WqTD0Y/s320/May+2009+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SiClfoAAGgI/AAAAAAAAAII/MoOc1BAAMHQ/s1600-h/May+2009+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341451120793360898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SiClfoAAGgI/AAAAAAAAAII/MoOc1BAAMHQ/s320/May+2009+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SiCUjIHDgyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mL1JsBaqOx8/s1600-h/May+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341432489254814498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SiCUjIHDgyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mL1JsBaqOx8/s320/May+2009+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SiCUiyo-C7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/K5-eBnDFT6c/s1600-h/May+2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341432483491482546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SiCUiyo-C7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/K5-eBnDFT6c/s320/May+2009+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few more - just in case you wanted to see....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-8132228501974970700?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8132228501974970700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=8132228501974970700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/8132228501974970700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/8132228501974970700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures!!'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SiClf6v6s0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bU3P1WqTD0Y/s72-c/May+2009+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398832601314115398.post-6797338382216489338</id><published>2009-05-16T17:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:56:15.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of Dimples at her ISR survival swim lessons. She is on week 3 and can already swim to the side, roll herself over and float on her back for air. COOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341367842855966914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SiBZwNgf2MI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Qev6_KmHKHY/s320/May+2009+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341367849738825010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SiBZwnJf7TI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qPle7xznsaQ/s320/May+2009+010.JPG" /&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/7398832601314115398-6797338382216489338?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6797338382216489338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=6797338382216489338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/6797338382216489338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/6797338382216489338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/video.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SiBZwNgf2MI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Qev6_KmHKHY/s72-c/May+2009+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398832601314115398.post-3296602230400804750</id><published>2009-04-08T20:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:51:43.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Ahhh, Married Life!</title><content type='html'>QB and I were watching Oprah tonight and he said something not so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QB - "Am I going to hell?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Well you are not going to heaven!"&lt;br /&gt;QB - "At least we will be together forever...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-3296602230400804750?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3296602230400804750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=3296602230400804750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/3296602230400804750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/3296602230400804750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhh-married-life.html' title='Ahhh, Married Life!'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-7391292401510423315</id><published>2009-04-05T21:22:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:37:09.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>A Moment to Remember</title><content type='html'>The Present and Dimples had a busy day that involved lots of getting dirty. After dinner, I took them both up to take a bath. Dimples has not been the biggest fan of bath time lately so I put her in, washed her up, got her out and dried her off. While I was putting her into her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;, The Present got into the tub. He LOVES bath time and can, and will, stay in until I evict him by draining the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was tired, so I let The Present just play in the tub after he was clean. Dimples was running around in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; and I was sitting on the floor, clipping my nails, only half paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, both Dimples and The Present are CRACKING up. I will never forget it. When your children make each other belly laugh....well there is no feeling that explains it. I just watched them, Dimples would throw her b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inky&lt;/span&gt; in the tub and The Present would toss it out on the floor. Repeat. Laugh lots and lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for about 3 minutes, I kept thinking I needed to run down and get the video camera, but I didn't want the moment to end. I guess I am left with the memory, in hopes that it will last in my mind for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there, I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Miss Smarty Pants and I have moments like these when we were young?&lt;br /&gt;Did my mom sit and smile at us with tears in her eyes like I did tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Will there be lots of these silly moments in our future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-7391292401510423315?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7391292401510423315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=7391292401510423315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/7391292401510423315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/7391292401510423315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/moment-to-remember.html' title='A Moment to Remember'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-9040550709732558671</id><published>2009-04-03T20:16:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:58:47.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go fly a kite</title><content type='html'>Tonight we were invited over to Nana and Grandpa's for ribs done in the smoker. Of course we said YES! It was a windy night, so before we left our house I grabbed the Superman kite I had picked up at Wally World for a buck a few weeks back. After a DELICIOUS dinner, we headed out to the green park next to Nana's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fun it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Present and Grandpa got the kite up first, Nana got to fly it next followed by Aunt Smartie , and last but not least, me and QB. Dimples didn't fly it, but she ran around the park with her arms in the air pointing and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the next windy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-9040550709732558671?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9040550709732558671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=9040550709732558671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/9040550709732558671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/9040550709732558671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-go-fly-kite.html' title='Let&apos;s go fly a kite'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-2663718020224557067</id><published>2009-03-29T21:46:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:59:57.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So far, so great!</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, Nana and Grandpa moved about 1 mile away from us at the first of the year. Their idea was to "Winter" in the desert, "Summer" at their old place, and travel all the while. (According to Grandpa, everyday is a Saturday during retirement - How....Sweet.....It.... Is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they got moved into the new place, and we have been neighbors for several weeks. It's been fun. We have been over to their place several times for dinner and they have been over to our place several times to watch the kids. (Read between the lines - we go eat for free at their place and leave before the dishes are done because the kids are tired, and they come over here to supply us with free babysitting and unload my dishwasher). Did I mention that it has been great so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings us to tonight. Nana and Grandpa were on a walk and they stopped by. QB and I were getting ready to fry up some crappie, the house was a complete mess, and the kids were all busy doing what kids do. It was wonderful. Grandpa sat for a minute, Nana was ready to get in and out - not wanting to stay too long for an unannounced visit, and before we knew it they were gone. QB and I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what being neighbors is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-2663718020224557067?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2663718020224557067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=2663718020224557067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2663718020224557067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2663718020224557067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-far-so-great.html' title='So far, so great!'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-7950970104053419711</id><published>2009-03-28T15:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:29:07.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels so good...</title><content type='html'>The Firecracker is here, upstairs playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wolfenstein&lt;/span&gt; on the computer with her friend. &lt;br /&gt;The Present is down stairs, drinking chocolate milk and watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Krypto&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Superdog&lt;/span&gt; (his new favorite - Thank you Boomerang channel).&lt;br /&gt;Dimples is happily drilling on the Black and Decker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tool bench&lt;/span&gt; The Present got for Christmas 2 years ago from Nana and Grandpa. &lt;br /&gt;QB is working, home in a bit. &lt;br /&gt;Ground Beef thawing for hamburgers on the grill tonight for dinner, a delicious Saturday tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a happy moment in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-7950970104053419711?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7950970104053419711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=7950970104053419711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/7950970104053419711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/7950970104053419711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-feels-so-good.html' title='It feels so good...'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-1382327437200382994</id><published>2009-03-21T21:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:52:10.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Air Show</title><content type='html'>When Miss Smarty Pants and I were kids, Dad, and sometimes Mom, would take us to the Air Show to watch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thunderbirds&lt;/span&gt; fly. While we were there, we could walk through the big cargo planes, look into the fighter jets, and see all kinds of wonderful things. We have such good memories from those times. Well, except that one time when 200,000 OTHER people showed up, so we had to walk home in the really HOT weather, but at least it makes for a good story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast Forward 30 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thunderbirds&lt;/span&gt; were coming to town...here...by us. Nana and Grandpa wondered if The Present might want to go. Of course he would. It's beautiful in the desert this time of year, he loves planes and he loves to fly. So off we went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a great day, and left us with great memories. The Present loved to look at the planes, he loved sitting in them, and flying the red one. I will never forget the look on his face when he heard the roar of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thunderbirds&lt;/span&gt; overhead. Yes a great day, and great memories indeed.  I can't wait until next time, when we can take Dimples too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318372947217099842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/Sc6oBH3sLEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/z-gJz6QnMb0/s320/March+2009+105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318372947088085522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/Sc6oBHY7khI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Noirzm9pSwQ/s320/March+2009+115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318372950950619426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/Sc6oBVx1KSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YEHBbgsu29E/s320/March+2009+107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318372961801934770" style="DISPLAY: block; 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He hurt his elbow, and was sitting in my lap with Mr. Happy on his elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quarterback pulled a Thin Mint cookie out of the freezer and said "I know something that will make that elbow feel better," and he hands The Present the frozen Thin Mint cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Present sets Mr. Happy down and replaces it with the Thin Mint cookie. He sits for a minute with the cookie on his elbow while The Quarterback and I are laughing so much we cry. He looks up at me, then he looks at his dad and says, "When my elbow feels better can I eat this?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 3 hours to when we eat some more Thin Mints. The Present takes his, puts it on his elbow for a few seconds, then pops it in his mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-7660565986594793097?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7660565986594793097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=7660565986594793097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/7660565986594793097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/7660565986594793097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/girl-scout-cookie-time.html' title='Girl Scout Cookie Time'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-198189858055039650</id><published>2009-02-17T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:49:15.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>I once was lost, but now I am found...</title><content type='html'>Busy, that is the word that sums up my life lately. I feel like I have been here, there and everywhere, and the end is finally in site. An &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;announcement&lt;/span&gt; today that my March work trip is cancelled (YEAH), so now I can take a deep breath and relax. So much has happened, so much to share, so here are a few things that top the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dimples took her first steps. I was in San Antonio, TX and QB gave me the call. She is wobbly, but full of fun, she just grins and next thing you know, she has moved. It's sort of like a dance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Present and I made Rice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crispy&lt;/span&gt; Treats for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Superbowl&lt;/span&gt; party. He likes to call them "Rice Christmas Treats" as in "Mom, can we make some more rice Christmas treats today?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Present got a new bike from Santa, and he is so good at riding it. We went to this great park yesterday with a friend, and he was zipping all over the place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;One down, one to go - The Present is potty trained. He hasn't had an accident in weeks (months?). Yeah for him, yeah for me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-198189858055039650?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/198189858055039650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=198189858055039650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/198189858055039650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/198189858055039650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-once-was-lost-but-now-i-am-found.html' title='I once was lost, but now I am found...'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-129502700812976919</id><published>2008-12-24T10:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:53:30.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Now that I am off for a few days I have a bit more time in my life so I thought I would post some updates on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is proudly displaying two new teeth. She likes to show them off quite regularly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crawles&lt;/span&gt; EVERYWHERE, and she is getting fast. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today marked the first day she crawled up the stairs. Look out, our world just changed in an instant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is starting to sign. So far signs include milk, mom, dad, and all finished.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here she is crawling up the stairs. Isn't she ADORABLE???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-81afcb13d862f8a7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D81afcb13d862f8a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331104802%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17B046B1495509C3FC5D0E2F269CF53B9389BFF3.4E1CF5451279D759D02745F6E3C74F63C082D392%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D81afcb13d862f8a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_Fja5daStIv-mjkogZzSWBi5qnc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D81afcb13d862f8a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331104802%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17B046B1495509C3FC5D0E2F269CF53B9389BFF3.4E1CF5451279D759D02745F6E3C74F63C082D392%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D81afcb13d862f8a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_Fja5daStIv-mjkogZzSWBi5qnc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-129502700812976919?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=81afcb13d862f8a7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/129502700812976919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=129502700812976919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/129502700812976919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/129502700812976919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-6555307179079220163</id><published>2008-12-22T21:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:43:13.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>The Present and Grandpa's morning conversation</title><content type='html'>The Present - "Grandpa, can I have some toast?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa - "Sure, I'll make you some."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Present - "Beep it Grandpa, beep it" (toddler speak for put it in the microwave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa - "You can't put toast in the microwave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Present - "But why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa - "Because a microwave cooks things, and a toaster toast's it. You want your bread toasted, not cooked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Present (nodding his head) "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OOOOHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-6555307179079220163?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6555307179079220163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=6555307179079220163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/6555307179079220163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/6555307179079220163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/present-and-grandpas-morning.html' title='The Present and Grandpa&apos;s morning conversation'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-2071590581159168694</id><published>2008-11-30T08:46:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:07:47.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Thankgiving - Tag, I'm it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.smartlookatlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Smartie&lt;/span&gt; Pants&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for 5 things I am thankful for.  Very appropriate during this time of Thanksgiving and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the Christmas season.  So here goes, and I tend to be a thankful spirit, so forgive me if it runs long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thankful that I have a wonderful husband, (who makes me smile and laugh every day), and three beautiful children that are healthy, happy (most of the time) and have the ability to make me realize a rainbow is a beautiful sight, that should be enjoyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;immensely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next up, my parents and sister.  I am thankful that I have great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt; with them, and that they are some of my best friends in the whole world.  I am thankful for the unconditional love that they bestow upon me, my husband and on my children.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am also thankful for family that reads this blog, that I e-mail every now and again or talk to on the phone every once in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;awhile&lt;/span&gt;.  A once removed cousin that stops by when my children are born, another who comes to visit when we are up north, a cousin that calls to tell me she is having a baby or another that is willing to pick me up at the airport when I am popping into town and need help.  Aunts that are my second mother and I can call when I need Mom help raising boys, and Uncles that share their love of wood working with my children.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family that came before me.  I am blessed to have known all of my grandparents.  I remeber them, I have great memories of them, and I miss them.  I am thankful for all of the love they shared with me and all of the traditions that I get from them that carry on to my family.  Home baked bread waiting for me when I got home, vitamin e carefully rubbed on my owies, summers of timed water races, Camp Grandma, and checking out books at the library.  A love of cooking, and knowing, that whatever I make, it perfect, just perfect. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least, I am a simple girl, who is thankful for the simple things in life.  A good rain in the desert, the smell of fresh basil that I am able to grow in my back yard, the belly laugh of my children, the small treasures The Present brings me randomly, an unexpected card in the mail, and the list goes on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks Miss Smarty Pants for making me stop, to think of the the things I am thankful for.  It has been fun to post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-2071590581159168694?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2071590581159168694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=2071590581159168694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2071590581159168694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2071590581159168694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankgiving-tag-im-it.html' title='Thankgiving - Tag, I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-6417278610982102283</id><published>2008-11-15T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:22:21.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>Ever since Miss Smarty Pants has moved to town, we have been helping each other out with chores that we are not looking forward to doing. She calls it "blessing" each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, she blessed me with 15 minutes of cleaning. We both worked together, so our 15 minutes of cleaning produced 30 minutes of results. Tonight, as I write this, I am feeling more at peace about the home I live in because it is much cleaner, thanks to Miss Smarty Pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it really is a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Miss Smarty Pants - your earned your name once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-6417278610982102283?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6417278610982102283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=6417278610982102283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/6417278610982102283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/6417278610982102283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-4336363727229590462</id><published>2008-11-14T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:21:36.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>La La La</title><content type='html'>For the past week I have noticed something different about how The Present has been speaking. I couldn't quite put my finger on it until tonight. He is finally pronouncing his "L's" at the start of a word. Now "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wicking&lt;/span&gt;" is "licking" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wittle&lt;/span&gt;" is "little". He's not quite fluent with it yet, so it is a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deliberate and thought out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I am amazed every day at how the human brain develops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little boy is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; him so much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-4336363727229590462?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4336363727229590462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=4336363727229590462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/4336363727229590462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/4336363727229590462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/la-la-la.html' title='La La La'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-2860824409405880321</id><published>2008-11-10T21:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:46:52.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>My eye's have been opened!</title><content type='html'>This morning, as I was getting ready for work, The Present decided he wanted to sit with me on the counter and get ready too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For those of you who have not seen me get ready in the morning, I should tell you that as I get ready, I like to sit on the counter with my feet in the sink. I have done this since high school, and last year, when I was home at my parents house, my mom walked by the bathroom as I was in this exact position, and she came in and commented that she was having flashbacks to when I was a teenager getting ready for school. I have sat this way for as long as I have "gotten ready" in the morning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY - I was sitting on the counter, with my feet in the sink, getting ready and The Present was there too. As I was putting on my mascara, The Present looked at me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intensely&lt;/span&gt; and after a few minutes said, "Look mommy, we have the same eyes!" When I asked him what he meant, he said "Your eyes are black like mine. Daddy has green eyes and we have black ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever will he come up with next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-2860824409405880321?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2860824409405880321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=2860824409405880321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2860824409405880321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2860824409405880321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-eyes-have-been-opened.html' title='My eye&apos;s have been opened!'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-1967516076408061030</id><published>2008-11-09T08:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T08:51:46.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SRcFiPLiKLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7LykjKfENw4/s1600-h/October+2008+092A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266684374981683378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SRcFiPLiKLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7LykjKfENw4/s320/October+2008+092A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SRcGZ7fOjNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/bSpwkZN2sBk/s1600-h/November+2008+005A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266685331768249554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SRcGZ7fOjNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/bSpwkZN2sBk/s320/November+2008+005A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SRcGZCXtvHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aoC4ZhNywPI/s1600-h/October+2008+121A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266685316435917938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SRcGZCXtvHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aoC4ZhNywPI/s320/October+2008+121A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of our pugs, I was playing with the camera and thought I would get some pics of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SRcFht7HjlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9rBIK-fXASM/s1600-h/November+2008+003A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266684366054461010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SRcFht7HjlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9rBIK-fXASM/s320/November+2008+003A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one just cracks me up. Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7398832601314115398-1967516076408061030?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1967516076408061030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=1967516076408061030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/1967516076408061030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/1967516076408061030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SRcFiPLiKLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7LykjKfENw4/s72-c/October+2008+092A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398832601314115398.post-2322739756380499382</id><published>2008-11-01T13:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:10:09.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Kids know more than we think...</title><content type='html'>At night, The Present says prayers with QB and me. QB or I usually say the prayer and after the "God Bless..." we let The Present take over. He typically prays for Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Smartie&lt;/span&gt;, Mom and Dad, Dimples, The Firecracker, Nana and Grandpa, the pets etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago here is how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, Angles watch me over the night and guide me to the morning light. God Bless...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Present - "God Bless G.G. - and for tonight, that's it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following night it was a repeat. "God Bless G.G., that's all. AMEN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN is right. We love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;G.G.&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-2322739756380499382?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2322739756380499382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=2322739756380499382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2322739756380499382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2322739756380499382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/kids-know-more-than-we-think.html' title='Kids know more than we think...'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-2499192637051509991</id><published>2008-10-28T17:37:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:55:44.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SQe0HW99dNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W07qvoK8MBw/s1600-h/October+2008+146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262372728123258066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SQe0HW99dNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W07qvoK8MBw/s320/October+2008+146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a busy month - I haven't gotten ready for the holidays like I normally would have. I thought I could share a picture of The Present after he came back from day care today. I guess &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; is ready for the Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-2499192637051509991?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2499192637051509991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=2499192637051509991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2499192637051509991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2499192637051509991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SQe0HW99dNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W07qvoK8MBw/s72-c/October+2008+146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398832601314115398.post-3872391874880428550</id><published>2008-10-20T22:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:42:32.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>I am winning you!</title><content type='html'>Here are some cute things that The Present says these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am winning you - meaning I am beating you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ham-ger-ber&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funny, I thought I had several of these to put down and now I can't think of any more.  I will add as they come to me, or you can add in the comments if you know of any....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-3872391874880428550?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3872391874880428550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=3872391874880428550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/3872391874880428550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/3872391874880428550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-winning-you.html' title='I am winning you!'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-2575032269491682975</id><published>2008-10-16T21:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:36:38.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new favorite picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SPgVUTOCwyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RpaAKpcnWP8/s1600-h/October+2008+127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257976003455796002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SPgVUTOCwyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RpaAKpcnWP8/s320/October+2008+127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken in the backyard of my grandma's house this weekend. Aunt Smarty and I had a photo session with her new camera, and The Present. This is what the results were.  Good, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, gotta run, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GQ&lt;/span&gt; is calling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-2575032269491682975?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2575032269491682975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=2575032269491682975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2575032269491682975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2575032269491682975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-favorite-picture.html' title='My new favorite picture'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SPgVUTOCwyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RpaAKpcnWP8/s72-c/October+2008+127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398832601314115398.post-3423742036838536891</id><published>2008-10-16T20:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:02:00.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>Football Frenzy</title><content type='html'>QB loves football.  It doesn't matter if it's college or pro, he loves it.  For his birthday this year I got him the NFL package from Direct TV.  Did you know that there is a channel that shows all 8 games &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;simultaneously&lt;/span&gt;?  Just what every football lover needs.  Needless to say we have been on football overload since pre-season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The benefit of NFL package is that you have extra channels for college games as well.  That means I get to watch my team on Saturdays too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend my team was actually televised on ESPN2.  Miss Smarty Pants and I watched the game from our hotel room.  What a game it was!  Two 5-0 teams in the big 12 head to head.  It was a nail biter.  It was close.  But in the end, we won.  The Pokes pulled it out at the end, leaving us with a 6-0 record, and a spot in the top 10.  Way to go team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night football the QB's favorite team, the Cleveland Browns, played the defending super bowl champs, NY Giants.  The Browns won too, so in my family, the weekend was a sweep.   We were both happy campers.  Let's hope this weekend brings as much success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-3423742036838536891?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3423742036838536891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=3423742036838536891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/3423742036838536891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/3423742036838536891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/football-frenzy.html' title='Football Frenzy'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-5589395894358147268</id><published>2008-10-15T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:23:35.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Baby Update</title><content type='html'>In case you haven't seen us in awhile, here are the new and exciting things the kids are doing these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting up on her own. Still wobbly, but she can do it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teething - wow, she will gnaw on anything she can get her hands on. No teeth yet, but they will show themselves soon I am positive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rocking - you know what I mean, the rocking that is the precursor to crawling. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mamamamama&lt;/span&gt; - yes she can say it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dadadadada&lt;/span&gt; - she says that too - but she said Mama first, for the record.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She eats two jars of baby food a day and loves bitter biscuts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She will follow anything and everything with her eyes/head, she loves to look around and see where we are going or where sounds are coming from.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Present&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is going through a growth spurt. He is true to size wearing a 3T.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PUZZLES - he loves to do them, and he is so good at them!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is all boy, has two speeds, stop and go, and boy, can he go!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is so inquisitive, still asking "What KIND is it?" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-5589395894358147268?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5589395894358147268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=5589395894358147268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/5589395894358147268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/5589395894358147268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-6432908991546949527</id><published>2008-10-14T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:49:41.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SPUQu1LbavI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rTk7b0fDOpo/s1600-h/193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257126536759962354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SPUQu1LbavI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rTk7b0fDOpo/s320/193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SPUQg9xd6TI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eCjUmiUkxyg/s1600-h/July+2008+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257126298548824370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SPUQg9xd6TI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eCjUmiUkxyg/s320/July+2008+101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, my 90 year old grandmother passed away in her home up North. It was unexpected. Last time I saw her, she was talking about her 91st birthday bash she was going to throw for herself. We had been up there twice this year to see her, once for her 90&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday and once so she could meet Dimples. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We miss her, we love her, and there is a sadness that comes from loosing someone in your life that was truly wonderful. My hope is that some of her loveliness is passed along to myself and my children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest in peace sweet grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-6432908991546949527?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6432908991546949527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=6432908991546949527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/6432908991546949527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/6432908991546949527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SPUQu1LbavI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rTk7b0fDOpo/s72-c/193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398832601314115398.post-3840709004913547483</id><published>2008-10-04T18:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:00:42.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Red means stop...</title><content type='html'>The Present recently learned (thanks to his dad QB) that red, at a stop light means stop and green means go.  After that we taught him that yellow means SLOOOOW and orange means caution.  He is really good at knowing what color means what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does yellow mean?" I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SLOOOOOW" he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does green mean?"  I will ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go!" answers The Present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when we were on our way to the morning activites, The Present said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Green means go, red means stop and blue means nothing!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-3840709004913547483?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3840709004913547483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=3840709004913547483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/3840709004913547483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/3840709004913547483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/red-means-stop.html' title='Red means stop...'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-8543551522829686782</id><published>2008-10-04T18:42:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:51:29.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Video Clips</title><content type='html'>This weekend The Present, Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Smartie&lt;/span&gt; and I went to the big orange box to make a fire truck. Here are some pictures and video. He was pretty amazing with the hammer. Every single nail he put in was straight as an arrow. The local fire department was there and he got to check out the fire truck too. We had a fun morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253480050841763394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SOgcRakGPkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Hx7Cutf7w0M/s320/October+2008+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253481393480522562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SOgdfkSH20I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Gz64iam5r10/s320/October+2008+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253479673511633778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SOgb7c5lY3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/n0_sn8AbX-0/s320/October+2008+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253479679401236434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SOgb7y1xl9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/g6zLnwwlwEA/s320/October+2008+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="251" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6b78b4c83903fb8c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b78b4c83903fb8c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331104802%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24F4FA4E3462D1167A47C44F5F602698BD8A8D21.57A401D651F44D288884678D8218B49ECF1D1CEA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b78b4c83903fb8c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1OfhMtvwp5TzdVI5abPAZ3O9caI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="350" height="251" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b78b4c83903fb8c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331104802%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24F4FA4E3462D1167A47C44F5F602698BD8A8D21.57A401D651F44D288884678D8218B49ECF1D1CEA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b78b4c83903fb8c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1OfhMtvwp5TzdVI5abPAZ3O9caI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-8543551522829686782?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6b78b4c83903fb8c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8543551522829686782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=8543551522829686782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/8543551522829686782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/8543551522829686782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/video-clips.html' title='Video Clips'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SOgcRakGPkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Hx7Cutf7w0M/s72-c/October+2008+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398832601314115398.post-5263407018788844182</id><published>2008-10-02T20:11:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:40:57.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>Postcards</title><content type='html'>My grandparents loved to travel. Whenever they were on a trip, they would send the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; postcards. I always loved getting a postcard from my Mimi. Even as I got older, she would send those postcards when they traveled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago, Nana and Grandpa (The Present and Dimples grandparents) went on an Alaskan cruise. Guess who got a postcard? The Present! He couldn't have been more pleased. We read them, and then we read them some more. If we were upstairs, the postcards came with us. If we were in the kitchen, the postcards were in the kitchen too. They went with him to his daycare. After picking up the kids one day from daycare, Aunt Smarty almost had to turn around and get the postcards, because she forgot them, and The Present was M-A-D! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for Nana and Grandpa to go on another vacation so we can check the mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and The Present decided he was like the polar bear on the postcard, because the polar bear looked like he was playing, and The Present likes to play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253010167645297266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SOZw6nQDWnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2q7RYjB2PuE/s320/September+2008+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253010161585874930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SOZw6QrX5_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/iMn9U06gpOQ/s320/September+2008+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/7398832601314115398-5263407018788844182?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5263407018788844182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=5263407018788844182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/5263407018788844182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/5263407018788844182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/postcards.html' title='Postcards'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SOZw6nQDWnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2q7RYjB2PuE/s72-c/September+2008+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398832601314115398.post-416941802686276417</id><published>2008-09-29T20:32:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:04:19.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Six Unremarkable Things About Me</title><content type='html'>Got tagged from Miss Smarty Pants - so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am a southpaw.  In college, I did a report for speech class on lefties.  Did you know that lefties die earlier deaths on average than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;righties&lt;/span&gt;?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I secretly hope Dimples is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lefty&lt;/span&gt;.  Not because I want her to die an early death, but because I think she looks so much like her daddy, I want her to have that lefty thing from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have naturally curly hair.  As a child I hated it, as an adult, I have learned to love and appreciate it.  I don't color it, and I can straighten it (here in the desert there is barely any humidity so it looks good straight) without too much fuss.  If I want to wear it curly, it only takes me a few minutes to style it.  That part, I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; book "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day."  Whenever I have one of those days, I tease my family and friends that I am going to move to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;, just like Alexander wants to do in the book.  My favorite line from the book is "I fell asleep with gum in my mouth and now there is gum in my hair." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am 5'10" tall.  When I was growing up, I could never find pants long enough for me.  I always used to say they should make pants for women like they do for men, in waist size and leg lengths.  Now that I am older, and they make pants in long lengths for women, I live in the desert where I wear skirts, shorts or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Capri's&lt;/span&gt; 80% of the time.  I was ahead of my time!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  My life motto is "NO REGRETS!"  I never want to look back at my life and regret something I did do, or I didn't do.  I try and always use this as a measuring stick for what I do in life.  Some days I am better than others at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the people that I know that blog have already done this so I don't have anyone to tag.  If I were going to tag someone, I would tag CLOVER LOVER, and tell her it's time to get started on a blog and this would be a great first entry, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;JJ's&lt;/span&gt; mom, who has another site, but it doesn't seem as user friendly as this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-416941802686276417?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/416941802686276417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=416941802686276417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/416941802686276417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/416941802686276417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/six-unremarkable-things-about-me.html' title='Six Unremarkable Things About Me'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-7744022651683813386</id><published>2008-09-22T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:20:42.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Goin' to the chapel....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This weekend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;QB's&lt;/span&gt; old Administrative Assistant got married. The Present was the Ring Bearer and The Firecracker did a reading. It was at the same resort that we had our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;STAYCATION&lt;/span&gt; at earlier this year. Thought I would share some of the pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting ready for the photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNfsVlqa7yI/AAAAAAAAADo/xWHPbPmk7mk/s1600-h/September+2008+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248923746355048226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNfsVlqa7yI/AAAAAAAAADo/xWHPbPmk7mk/s320/September+2008+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good thing the rings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; really on that pillow. Even Aunt Smarty helped him practice carrying it straight. Oh well!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNfsVxGtpPI/AAAAAAAAADw/QZbdyZaJCbQ/s1600-h/September+2008+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248923749426504946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNfsVxGtpPI/AAAAAAAAADw/QZbdyZaJCbQ/s320/September+2008+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Firecracker reading a Prayer - she did a GREAT job!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNfsWcBdrYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/PN8LjPMnn6E/s1600-h/September+2008+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248923760947211650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNfsWcBdrYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/PN8LjPMnn6E/s320/September+2008+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ONLY shot from the night of QB and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNfsWq8WsgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6H2O6tbzHqQ/s1600-h/September+2008+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248923764952314370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNfsWq8WsgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6H2O6tbzHqQ/s320/September+2008+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute, cute boy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248923744316699394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNfsVeEcMwI/AAAAAAAAADg/19u3giRh5iw/s320/September+2008+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Brother and Sister&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248925399948786258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNft11x4-lI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kG19B4gYbAk/s320/September+2008+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimples made it too, but the party was too much for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248925403486092258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNft2C9P--I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GbhCmFh2H4M/s320/September+2008+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love this picture!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248925412572143938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNft2kziIUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OwLijD4eGEk/s320/September+2008+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is when the DJ announced the wedding party. The kids ran in. ADORABLE! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248925823655869362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNfuOgNh-7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/spD7TOxYj5A/s320/September+2008+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We stayed at the resort, and they upgraded us to a beautiful room. This was the view from one of our 3 balconies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248925828703094162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNfuOzA4hZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/C5V_7lTMGAg/s320/September+2008+129.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-7744022651683813386?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7744022651683813386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=7744022651683813386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/7744022651683813386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/7744022651683813386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/goin-to-chapel.html' title='Goin&apos; to the chapel....'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNfsVlqa7yI/AAAAAAAAADo/xWHPbPmk7mk/s72-c/September+2008+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398832601314115398.post-1765629793356989824</id><published>2008-09-20T09:27:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T09:48:59.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Excuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;QB works at a health club. You would think, since I have free access to over 500 pieces of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;equipment&lt;/span&gt;, every sort of weight lifting thingy you could imagine, countless aerobics classes and indoor and out door lap pools, I would be in the best shape of my life. Not so. Now, I am no slacker, mind you. I lost my baby weight quickly, and I fit into my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-pregnancy clothes within weeks of giving birth. I eat pretty healthy most of the time, and I chase the babies around all of the time. I just haven't been able to make it to the gym as much as I would like, or as much as I used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well that brings me to yesterday when I got back from my business trip. QB got a free piece of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;equipment&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PRECOR&lt;/span&gt; company. Someone from his company, knows someone from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PRECOR&lt;/span&gt; company and next thing you know, we are getting the latest and greatest piece of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;equipment&lt;/span&gt; delivered right to our door step. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PRECOR&lt;/span&gt; AMT. When I got home, there is was, right next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;QB's&lt;/span&gt; side of the bed in our bedroom. You can't miss it, and he can't get into bed without walking around it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So next time you see me, I should be a bit healthier. Even if you can't see it in my appearance, my heart and lungs will know. I think I like it. I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248145944903722978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNUo7ldkp-I/AAAAAAAAADI/xDmcoILO-RI/s320/September+2008+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248145952216722578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNUo8AtILJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ojoh4QuV-d0/s320/September+2008+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248145958390206114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNUo8XtADqI/AAAAAAAAADY/9GNBkQtQoGo/s320/September+2008+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-1765629793356989824?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1765629793356989824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=1765629793356989824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/1765629793356989824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/1765629793356989824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-excuses.html' title='No Excuses'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SNUo7ldkp-I/AAAAAAAAADI/xDmcoILO-RI/s72-c/September+2008+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398832601314115398.post-6050015615216445968</id><published>2008-09-19T06:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:53:11.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep, sweet, sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;While I was out on maternity leave, I missed a few things at my work. This week I had to come to the East Coast, to learn some of the things I missed while I was out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It is the first time I have been away from the kids since Dimples was born. I have mixed emotions. On one hand, I thought I would get the BEST night sleep I have had in months. On the other hand, I knew I would miss all sorts of little things about my babies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am sitting in my hotel, waiting for the car to come and take me to the airport so that I can head home. Not only did I get the best night sleep I have had in months, I got TWO of them. Not only did I miss my babies, I missed my QB, and Miss Smarty pants. I am headed home with some great info about work, and a new look on life, that only a good night sleep can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can't wait to give those babies a squeeze!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-6050015615216445968?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6050015615216445968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=6050015615216445968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/6050015615216445968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/6050015615216445968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleep-sweet-sleep.html' title='Sleep, sweet, sleep'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-728856483142942054</id><published>2008-09-10T22:08:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T09:53:54.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Bedtime Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;About two weeks ago, The Present and I were getting ready for bed, and I decided to type up a list of things he has to do before bed. We titled the list "Bedtime Routine". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The list includes the following: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go Potty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Put on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jammies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brush Teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Read Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Say Prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The Present got to draw on the bottom of the list and then we hung it on my bathroom mirror. Each night we look at the list and attempt to do everything on it. Some nights we get them all done, and some nights we miss one or two things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The Present gets more and more interested each night. A few nights ago, he wanted to look at the list and make sure we had done everything on the list. We read through the list and sure enough, we had done everything on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt; it's time to go to bed." I said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;THAT's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not on the list." he said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess I need to add one more thing to the list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-728856483142942054?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/728856483142942054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=728856483142942054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/728856483142942054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/728856483142942054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/bedtime-routine.html' title='Bedtime Routine'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-469035471581140216</id><published>2008-09-06T14:31:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:44:33.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Stories to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Present is always good for a laugh, or cry.  Here are a few things that he has done lately that make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;QB taught The Present that a red light means stop, and a green light means go.  Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Smartie&lt;/span&gt; picked up the kids from daycare last week.  In her car, his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; is in the middle so he gets a great look out the front window.  At each light, he would say "red light" or "green light" and he knows if you are supposed to stop or go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That same day he was riding through the small downtown she lives by.  It is a cute old historic downtown.  As they were driving he said "Aunt Smarty, is this like in the movie Cars?"  "Why yes," she said, "it is like in the movie cars."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;About a month ago, The Present saw the South Dakota quarter with Mt. Rushmore on it.   QB looked Mt. Rushmore up on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; with him and showed him all of the presidents on Mt. Rushmore.  The Present really liked it.  Last week when we were watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RNC&lt;/span&gt; one of the speakers mentioned Teddy Roosevelt and the Present said, "Oh, he's on Mt. Rushmore Daddy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-469035471581140216?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/469035471581140216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=469035471581140216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/469035471581140216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/469035471581140216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/stories-to-remember.html' title='Stories to Remember'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-2153539909141456940</id><published>2008-09-02T18:38:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:39:18.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Recipes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like to cook, although I don't always feel like I have the time to cook the way I would like to these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tonight, I came across a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;teriyaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; recipe that I adjusted and loved so I thought I would share. It's really easy, and it's really good. I actually thought I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bottle&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;teriyaki&lt;/span&gt; sauce in the fridge, and now I am glad I didn't. Who knew it was THIS EASY to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;teriyaki&lt;/span&gt; sauce? Plus I am sure it is better for you than the stuff in the bottle. Tonight I put it on chicken with a slice of pineapple, but I am going to make it again to do a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;teriyaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bowl later this week. Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1 cup pineapple juice/water mix (I used all the juice from a can of pineapple rings, then added water to make 1 cup of liquid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1/4 cup low sodium soy sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1 tsp. garlic - minced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2 tsp. honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2 T. brown sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1 T. cornstarch plus 2 T. water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mix pineapple juice/water mix, soy sauce, garlic, honey and brown sugar in saucepan. Heat on med. heat. Mix the cornstarch and water together, add to sauce pan. Heat until thickened. Fresh grated ginger (or dried ginger) would be a great addition to this, but I don't care for the taste of ginger so I didn't use any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hope you like it as much as I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-2153539909141456940?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2153539909141456940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=2153539909141456940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2153539909141456940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2153539909141456940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/recipes.html' title='Recipes'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-2293882131991008133</id><published>2008-08-29T20:48:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:07:20.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Life is a Puzzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's late, it's the weekend. The Present ate a great dinner, but decided later he wanted a snack. I had fresh bagles in the house, so I asked him if he wanted one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not toasted, no peanut butter, just plain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cut it in half, and cut the halves into pieces. Then I put it into one of his bowls, and let him take it to the table to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Can you guess what happened next? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Even though I tell him not to play with his food, he did it anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When I looked over to the table, the bagle was put back together. Just like a puzzle. The Present was proud of himself, very proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then he took a bite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Life tastes good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-2293882131991008133?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2293882131991008133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=2293882131991008133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2293882131991008133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2293882131991008133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-puzzle.html' title='Life is a Puzzle'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-117589368991870563</id><published>2008-08-23T16:10:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T16:37:08.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABC&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twinkle Twinkle'/><title type='text'>Video Clips</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b3667c28648fbd0b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db3667c28648fbd0b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331104802%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B0D7D9D9C15CBAEBC937D40E7D5C2095F5090E7.311232EC50BABAE9BC1A0373A40606BC3E9E36CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db3667c28648fbd0b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsDV7tGaxKbiZ25neqkEOcfXehN0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db3667c28648fbd0b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331104802%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B0D7D9D9C15CBAEBC937D40E7D5C2095F5090E7.311232EC50BABAE9BC1A0373A40606BC3E9E36CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db3667c28648fbd0b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsDV7tGaxKbiZ25neqkEOcfXehN0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are a few video's of the kiddo's.  Hope you enjoy as much as we do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-117589368991870563?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1ad36a0de72e3777&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b3667c28648fbd0b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d10c57460f44b519&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/117589368991870563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=117589368991870563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/117589368991870563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/117589368991870563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/video-clips.html' title='Video Clips'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-282203196749735625</id><published>2008-08-21T21:20:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:57:24.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ER'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>A Trip to the ER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SLLkTFGIOSI/AAAAAAAAADA/6lk2_WL0Fsw/s1600-h/August+2008+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238500333021837602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SLLkTFGIOSI/AAAAAAAAADA/6lk2_WL0Fsw/s320/August+2008+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night, QB was at the ballpark for work. The Present, Dimples and I were hanging out getting ready to enjoy a night of mommy and kiddo time. I got The Present all settled in our bed with a movie, and I went downstairs to get some water, get Dimples and head back up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While I was downstairs I heard the loudest crash with breaking glass. As I was running up the stairs, I was shouting at The Present not to move, just to be still. What I saw when I got to him was lots of broken glass and blood. But where was the blood coming from? After a frantic search, I finally saw a big gash on the back of his leg. At that point the mother instinct kicked in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For those of you who know me, you know I am bad with blood. I mean really bad. Just the thought of blood can make me light headed. So when I say the mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;instinct&lt;/span&gt; kicked in, I mean it. Here I was, trying to look at a bloody gash on the back of my sons knee, and I didn't even feel woozy. The adrenaline had kicked in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I called QB at the game and said "The Present cut his leg pretty bad, I think you are going to need to meet me at the ER." Then I called the neighbor, our good friends, and asked them to come help me survey the damage. The neighbors came over, agreed that an ER trip was in order, and offered to watch Dimples for me while I took The Present to the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I loaded up The Present, called QB to let him know we were on our way, and off we went. The QB made it to the hospital in record time, just as we were getting checked in actually. When the doctor got a look at the wound, she said stitches were in order. My first thought was "UGH! Stitches! Should I be in the room when they stitch him up or will I pass out?" Luckily that took care of itself when they gave The Present that great big shot they give you before they stick that other needle in you. He started crying, and I knew he needed his mama. I wasn't going anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Five stitches, and one purple popsicle later, we were ready to head back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank goodness for cell phones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank goodness for great neighbors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank goodness for super nice nurses from Boston. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank goodness my baby is okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-282203196749735625?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/282203196749735625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=282203196749735625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/282203196749735625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/282203196749735625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/er-2-present-0.html' title='A Trip to the ER'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SLLkTFGIOSI/AAAAAAAAADA/6lk2_WL0Fsw/s72-c/August+2008+041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398832601314115398.post-8665580879394220178</id><published>2008-08-16T10:50:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T11:18:56.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Pictures!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SKcZ-LoxBjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Yue8Zkx1VYc/s1600-h/HRS+July+2008+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235181647907849778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SKcZ-LoxBjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Yue8Zkx1VYc/s320/HRS+July+2008+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SKcX_Y6EtNI/AAAAAAAAACw/F35bllyCzvo/s1600-h/August+2008+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235179469626717394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SKcX_Y6EtNI/AAAAAAAAACw/F35bllyCzvo/s320/August+2008+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SKcUWb3XmtI/AAAAAAAAACI/J41qHsm4Ag4/s1600-h/HRS+July+2008+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235175467511159506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SKcUWb3XmtI/AAAAAAAAACI/J41qHsm4Ag4/s320/HRS+July+2008+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235175461330093922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SKcUWE1sB2I/AAAAAAAAACA/KfndOnyu1xI/s320/Kim+Shaw+Pics+087.JPG" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SKcX_cvj4XI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZeE6nCZPm9A/s1600-h/August+2008+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235179470656364914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SKcX_cvj4XI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZeE6nCZPm9A/s320/August+2008+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-8665580879394220178?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8665580879394220178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=8665580879394220178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/8665580879394220178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/8665580879394220178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures.html' title='Pictures!!'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SKcZ-LoxBjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Yue8Zkx1VYc/s72-c/HRS+July+2008+047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398832601314115398.post-7575264645348954296</id><published>2008-08-15T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:57:48.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>And Gowie Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night, as I was blogging, a sleepy Present came downstairs. He and Dimples have had runny noses all week - part of that getting back into daycare thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I asked him why he was out of bed and he said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MOOOOOOOM&lt;/span&gt;, I need some MENTHOLATUM!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At that moment in time, I knew his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; and his great, great grandma, Gowie, were both smiling down from heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-7575264645348954296?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7575264645348954296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=7575264645348954296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/7575264645348954296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/7575264645348954296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-gowie-smiles.html' title='And Gowie Smiles'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-5816584044129930428</id><published>2008-08-14T21:59:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:06:07.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Growing Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thought I would fill you in on the milestones of Dimples. It is amazing how much she changes and how quickly it happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;About 2 weeks ago she learned to roll over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laughs&lt;/span&gt; now too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tonight she found her feet, and she got a taste of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How sweet it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-5816584044129930428?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5816584044129930428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=5816584044129930428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/5816584044129930428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/5816584044129930428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/growing-girl.html' title='Growing Girl'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-6083966209683474361</id><published>2008-08-11T20:02:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:24:43.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>"What KIND is it?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;According to Piaget &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(thanks Mom and Dad, who funded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;my degree in education so I could have this bit of knowledge)&lt;/span&gt; The Present is in the Preoperational Phase. What does this mean exactly? It means he is trying to classify everything, and in his case I mean EVERYTHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"What kind is it?" is a question we hear daily. "What KIND of car is it?" "What KIND of juice is it, mama?" "What KIND of shower?" "What KIND of rain?" "What KIND of Olympics?" and so on and so on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sometimes I am really good about answering his "What kind is it?" question. "That's a Honda babe." or "Why, that's apple juice." but sometimes I don't know the answer. "I think it is a cumulus nimbus cloud, but we may have to ask Grandpa next time he is around." I never thought a toddler could make me want to look so much stuff up on the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At least I know he has been listening to me and soaking it all in. How do I know? Because tonight, when we sat down for dinner, he said, "Is this 2% milk mama? I like 2% milk!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-6083966209683474361?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6083966209683474361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=6083966209683474361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/6083966209683474361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/6083966209683474361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-kind-is-it.html' title='&quot;What KIND is it?&quot;'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-9026832868432600814</id><published>2008-08-08T22:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:36:21.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>08-08-08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just had to post on 08-08-08.  Couldn't help myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are watching the start of the Summer Olympics tonight as a family.  It's about time we were all together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, and I started work again today.  Not sure how I feel about that, but when I know, I will post.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-9026832868432600814?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9026832868432600814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=9026832868432600814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/9026832868432600814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/9026832868432600814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/08-08-08.html' title='08-08-08'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-3571783369844315473</id><published>2008-08-07T09:07:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:09:11.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone'/><title type='text'>Phone Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night the Present and I were playing and he found his old toy phone. He proceeded to hand the phone to me and he &lt;u&gt;told&lt;/u&gt; me to call his Aunt. I pretended to call her, and of course, she wanted to talk to him so I handed the phone back to him. He was so cute pretending to talking to her, I asked him if he wanted to use the real phone to call her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He said yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is what I heard on my end of the conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Hiiii Aunt Smarty! What are you doing?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"JJ and I are going swimming tomorrow, do you wanna come?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"That's a good idea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"I want to watch Snoopy wif you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Oh, okay when you come over you can read me a book, oh and we can play."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Wuv you Aunt Smarty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The Present loves his Aunt Smarty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-3571783369844315473?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3571783369844315473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=3571783369844315473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/3571783369844315473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/3571783369844315473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/phone-fun.html' title='Phone Fun'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-7712107780330803488</id><published>2008-08-04T09:37:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:54:54.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>STAYCATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This weekend our family decided to take a much needed "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;staycation&lt;/span&gt;." It's easy to do in our neck of the woods, lots of resorts to choose from with lots of amenities. What I realized is that at this point in our lives, vacation means something different to each one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, QB would have loved to spend time at the Black Jack tables, and I would have too, but I didn't want to be left alone with the kids while he went off and won money. I wanted to sit by the pool, order frozen drinks from the cabana boys, and work on my tan, but Dimples, the baby, didn't like the heat. The Present wanted to hit the water slide, which required help from one of his parental units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did we do? Oh you know, a little of this and a little of that. We cruised around the resort, took a boat ride to nowhere, ate some good food, ran up and down the long halls of the hotel rooms, spent some time at the pool (in the shade), watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;, played with toy cars, and relaxed. Good time spent together as a family, and the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;staycation&lt;/span&gt; any of us could have asked for! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231432474343383346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SJnIHjuuITI/AAAAAAAAABo/-c6Ib-FOUBw/s320/August+2008+008A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231432470197799186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SJnIHUSViRI/AAAAAAAAABg/ibLI6HfrmCA/s320/August+2008+007A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231432468283654674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SJnIHNJ-AhI/AAAAAAAAABY/5wrtVWvGlHs/s320/August+2008+002A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231432478249161394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SJnIHyR7krI/AAAAAAAAABw/gp4txijeygE/s320/August+2008+016A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-7712107780330803488?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7712107780330803488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=7712107780330803488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/7712107780330803488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/7712107780330803488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/staycation.html' title='STAYCATION'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SJnIHjuuITI/AAAAAAAAABo/-c6Ib-FOUBw/s72-c/August+2008+008A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398832601314115398.post-2093730179746689539</id><published>2008-08-03T14:03:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:29:57.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy Pausch'/><title type='text'>The Last Lecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My husband, QB, and I like inspirational &amp;amp; motivational books, video's, etc. Several months ago we watched an Oprah show with Dr. Randy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pausch&lt;/span&gt; who became famous for his "Last Lecture" at Carnegie Mellon University. Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pausch&lt;/span&gt; died last week, at the young age of 47. If you haven't heard of him, you can watch it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kjZwhcWY-KE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; him, it's worth the 10 minutes it takes to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-2093730179746689539?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2093730179746689539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=2093730179746689539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2093730179746689539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2093730179746689539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-lecture.html' title='The Last Lecture'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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-7398832601314115398.post-2704840215429477853</id><published>2008-07-29T15:40:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:18:56.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Wink, Wink  ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My toddler, The Present, never ceases to amaze me. One of the reasons I wanted to start this blog was to put down some of the funny things that he says and some of the funny things that he does while he is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an example from the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a girlfriend in town that I have known for ages. We were at lunch with my sister and The Present was climbing over the back of the booth. I had told him several times to stop, and the last time, I looked him in the eye and told him not to do it again. He looked at me, gave me a slow nod, and then winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228569075833385762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SI-b31CkMyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Am-3bdFlMk4/s320/July+2008+144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn't help but laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-2704840215429477853?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2704840215429477853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=2704840215429477853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2704840215429477853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/2704840215429477853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-amazing.html' title='Wink, Wink  ;)'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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://bp0.blogger.com/_1dq4A5vrvjQ/SI-b31CkMyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Am-3bdFlMk4/s72-c/July+2008+144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398832601314115398.post-6338821385283458848</id><published>2008-07-23T16:59:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:45:50.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Sneaky Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Present, my toddler, is what I would consider a good eater. He will snack on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;edamame&lt;/span&gt; with me, he loves all sorts of fruit and will even leave sweets on his plate. But just like any kid, he loves to eat the likes of mac 'n cheese and other packaged foods that have little to no nutritional value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to today, where I have been mixing, processing and pureeing foods to "slip" into his lunches and dinners. I got the idea from an Oprah show based on the book "Deceptively Delicious" by Jessica Seinfeld, but what I read on the Internet led me to the book, "The Sneaky Chef" by Missy Chase &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lapine&lt;/span&gt; (her book was out before Seinfeld's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have all these little baggies in my freezer full of pureed white beans, broccoli and zucchini, carrots and yams, and my flour and bread crumbs are fortified with whole wheat flour and wheat germ. I hope I am as sneaky as Missy Chase &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lapine&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will find out tomorrow when we have mac 'n cheese 'n carrots 'n yams for lunch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398832601314115398-6338821385283458848?l=ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6338821385283458848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398832601314115398&amp;postID=6338821385283458848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/6338821385283458848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398832601314115398/posts/default/6338821385283458848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourcurlyworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/sneaky-mom.html' title='The Sneaky Mom'/><author><name>Curly Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16321166832537683836</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></feed>
