<?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-575218167595614419</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:10:30.099-08:00</updated><category term='Santa'/><category term='Great Kid'/><category term='Good Manners'/><category term='Unbelievable'/><category term='lucky girl'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Growing up'/><category term='storm'/><category term='Kaitlyn The Hair Dresser'/><category term='sleep over'/><category term='I wasn&apos;t purring'/><category term='Perspective'/><category term='homework queen'/><category term='Sleeping bags'/><category term='The Countdown'/><category term='tonsils'/><category term='sick already'/><title type='text'>mystnkrbll</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-4269052896756801791</id><published>2009-12-18T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T07:15:40.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making people laugh is a Gift</title><content type='html'>Kaitlyn definitely has the gift of making people laugh.  Yesterday I asked her how old a girl in her class was because she is so much taller than the other kids.  She told me that she was 7.  I asked her if she had told her this or if she just thought that was how old she was.  She tells me that she just knows these things because she can read people's minds.  I said that was really great and she said "I can even read my own mind!"  Later on she also informed me that she knew that something was going to happen because she is "Side Kick".  I told her that was really good, but the word is "Psychic".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-4269052896756801791?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/feeds/4269052896756801791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575218167595614419&amp;postID=4269052896756801791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/4269052896756801791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/4269052896756801791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-people-laugh-is-gift.html' title='Making people laugh is a Gift'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-5470944206136094831</id><published>2009-12-05T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T07:07:23.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Decorating Day</title><content type='html'>The long awaited Christmas decorating day has finally arrived.  Toodles was up bright and early and ready to get started.  She is aware that Daddy needs to sleep until about 11:00 because he worked all night.  That's OK......she has started moving things to make room for the tree.  She is also planning out all the decorating.  I'm just waiting to see what she comes up with for the stockings since we no longer have a mantel.  She has already informed me that we need to plan on moving several pieces of furniture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-5470944206136094831?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/feeds/5470944206136094831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575218167595614419&amp;postID=5470944206136094831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/5470944206136094831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/5470944206136094831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-decorating-day.html' title='Christmas Decorating Day'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-4548068298590450474</id><published>2009-11-28T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:58:41.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Night</title><content type='html'>Last night was our annual outing to the Christmas Light show at Northfield Mall.  It is a light show to the music of Trans Siberian Orchestra.  This year our neighbors Mario &amp;amp; Cheryl went with us.  Toodles was in heaven.  She was at her favorite light show with Cheryl and got popcorn to boot.  In her words "That was an awesome night!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got even better when we went to see Dr. Braddock today.  He has learned a new technique that is supposed to 'De-sensitize' the body to certain foods that it is either allergic to or is not processing.  Today, he started this process with cheese.  He will then work on a new food item on her subsequent visits.  Kaitlyn will be able to eat the foods she has been having problems with - in moderation.  Her face lit up like it was Christmas morning and momma about cried to see her this way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-4548068298590450474?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/feeds/4548068298590450474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575218167595614419&amp;postID=4548068298590450474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/4548068298590450474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/4548068298590450474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2009/11/awesome-night.html' title='Awesome Night'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-3553394647555397681</id><published>2009-11-22T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:25:29.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Kid'/><title type='text'>Let's hang out with Grandma &amp; Papa</title><content type='html'>Kaitlyn is just a pretty great little girl.  Friday night at dinner, I asked her what she would like to do that night.  I was expecting something like 'Get Ice Cream', 'Go Shopping' or 'Go to a Movie'.  Instead she just gets this big smile on her little face and says 'Let's go hang out sith Grandma &amp;amp; Papa'.  Now how great is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-3553394647555397681?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/3553394647555397681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/3553394647555397681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-hang-out-with-grandma-papa.html' title='Let&apos;s hang out with Grandma &amp; Papa'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-49712826984639059</id><published>2007-07-14T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T20:41:07.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Loose Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mama, Mama, Mama.................I have a loose tooth!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Could you please tell the tooth fairy that I want a toy instead of coins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And Mama.....please don't let Angel get the Tooth Fairy!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I can't believe that my baby already has a loose tooth :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The concern about Angel getting the Tooth Fairy is a result of the live bird she brought into the house yesterday morning. Yes......."live bird" and yes.....Mama had to catch it and get it back outside. This was followed up with a rather large grasshopper that Daddy caught her trying to bring in the same afternoon. Maybe the cat needs more fiber in her diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-49712826984639059?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/49712826984639059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/49712826984639059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2007/07/loose-tooth.html' title='Loose Tooth'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-4989070905133674205</id><published>2007-07-01T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T06:36:49.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep over'/><title type='text'>Sleep over :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The long awaited sleep over was not what Kaitlyn thought it would be.  She wants no part of sleep overs at this time.  She got woke up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; midnight and was up until 5:30.  She was upset because she wasn't at home and mommy wasn't there.  When mommy picked her up she was a major crab the whole ride home.  As soon as she was home and had her apple juice,  all was right in the world again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's okay sweet pea......mommy slept in your bed all night with the phone waiting for a call to come and get you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-4989070905133674205?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/4989070905133674205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/4989070905133674205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2007/07/sleep-over.html' title='Sleep over :('/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-958835785560296913</id><published>2007-06-23T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T05:22:43.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perspective'/><title type='text'>The Perspective of a Five year old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This was a difficult week for mama. A very dear friend died suddenly at work on Wednesday. This person was also a "buddy" of Kaitlyn's. When she was about 2 yrs old, she met him at my work. She misunderstood when I told her that he was grouchy and ever since he has been known as "Ouchy". He loved when she called him this. He wasn't real big on kids - except for Kaitlyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On Wednesday, Kaitlyn came home and looked at me and asked, "Mama, why do you have tearins in your eyes?" I told her, "Because Ouchy went to heaven today." I thought she would be very upset, but she just got all excited and said, "Mama....Ouchy is probably playing with Gizmo!" I instantly felt much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The next day I told several people at work the story of Kaitlyn's view on Ouchy's death. Each of them felt better because of her perspective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sweet Pea.....you may only be 5 years old, but you have helped a whole lot of people get through a very difficult time. Thank you so much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-958835785560296913?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/958835785560296913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/958835785560296913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2007/06/perspective-of-five-year-old.html' title='The Perspective of a Five year old'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-2973071443090607629</id><published>2007-03-25T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T08:20:31.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky girl'/><title type='text'>Like Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kaitlyn's birthday was great!  Everyone had a lot of fun - including the adults who decided to race through the obstacle course and climb on all the equipment. We now have a new "boyfriend" picture since her little boyfriend of 2 years was at the party.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We went to a Jeep Owner's appreciation dinner on her actual birthday.  It was a pretty good meal.  The talking was nice and short.  The highlight of the evening were the raffle drawings.  Daddy won a jeep hat. Momma won a jeep t-shirt. Kaitlyn won an "IPOD SHUFFLE"!!!!!!!  She got so excited because now she is "just like momma!!"  Then she asks me "Can I have your extra cover so we can be the same-same?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-2973071443090607629?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/2973071443090607629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/2973071443090607629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2007/03/like-mommy.html' title='Like Mommy'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-1240650133864418084</id><published>2007-03-04T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T08:47:29.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unbelievable'/><title type='text'>The True Blond</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Please explain to me how such an intelligent child can be such a little ding-dong!!! Yesterday, Kaitlyn was throwing something in the kitchen garbage. (This particular garbage can opens by stepping on a foot pedal at the base. This child uses this can several times a day and has been doing so for a very long time.) She starts yelling at us that she needs help because her hand is stuck. I come running out of the bedroom to find her with her hand in the garbage can. I just started laughing and told her to step on the pedal and open it up "GOOFY"!!!! Mark comes out to see what's going on and just shakes his head and walks away. She has now been informed that we are going to tease her about this for a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-1240650133864418084?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/1240650133864418084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/1240650133864418084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2007/03/true-blond.html' title='The True Blond'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-5921116263810621375</id><published>2007-03-03T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T06:13:25.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Party Trio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The plans for Kaitlyn's 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; birthday party have been finalized.  The invitations have all been delivered.  A Princess cake will be ordered.  There will be princess plates for the girls and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spider man&lt;/span&gt; plates for the boys.  However, before we even get to her party, there are 2 other parties the weekend before (1 gymnastics and 1 swim party).  So - now we have purchased the presents for the others,  Daddy will take her to the gymnastic birthday party &amp; Mommy will get her to the pool party.  I think I need a nap just thinking about the next 2 weekend's activities!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The day we delivered the invitations, we received 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RSVP's&lt;/span&gt; and Kaitlyn burst into tears because everybody else hadn't called.  (Good God child - they haven't even had time to get home from work yet!!!)  "Oh.....I can't believe I'm so silly!"  Five minutes later - "Do you think their home yet?"  This is gonna be a very long 2 weeks until this party ;) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-5921116263810621375?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/5921116263810621375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/5921116263810621375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2007/03/birthday-party-trio.html' title='Birthday Party Trio'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-4768480326915038488</id><published>2007-02-06T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:32:10.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework queen'/><title type='text'>More homework please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Kaitlyn just can't seem too get enough homework. I finally bought her a kindergarten workbook to keep her occupied. She gets so excited that shes sailing through it. She has also started ballet at school and is constantly dancing around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The child was so excited about mommy's birthday this past weekend that she kept singing "Happy Birthday" everywhere we went. I couldn't really get upset with her for this. I did, however, get just a bit tired of her announcing my age to every single person she talked to. (The Chiropractor, cashiers at Target &amp; Safeway, restaurant waitress &amp;amp; pretty much anyone who glanced her way!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-4768480326915038488?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/4768480326915038488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/4768480326915038488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-homework-please.html' title='More homework please...'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-9174676639776191645</id><published>2007-01-06T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T08:00:35.956-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaitlyn The Hair Dresser'/><title type='text'>Mama's Little Hair Dresser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;School scissors are for cutting paper......&lt;strong&gt;NOT LITTLE GIRL'S LONG BLOND HAIR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Kaitlyn still has long hair, however, it is now about 6 inches shorter. Her bangs are also a bit shorter. Evidently, she felt she needed a change (like all women do every now and then). She got the scissors at school on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; and cut her bangs (perfectly straight across) and then pulled her hair around to the front and cut a chunk out of it. I asked her where the teacher was when she did this and was informed that she was hiding from the teacher when she cut her hair. We spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon trying to find someone to fix her hair. We finally found a wonderful woman who not only fixed her hair, but curled it and made her look adorable! She would not even let me pay her for this - she did get a nice tip and a big hug from Kaitlyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-9174676639776191645?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/9174676639776191645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/9174676639776191645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2007/01/mamas-little-hair-dresser.html' title='Mama&apos;s Little Hair Dresser'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-2752585686837254966</id><published>2006-12-23T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T07:03:14.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick already'/><title type='text'>Unbelievable!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;As if having tonsils out wasn't enough, now she has a terrible chest cold. I was hoping all the antibiotics she had would keep her healthy for a while, but she woke up with a bad chest cold this morning. "Mama, this is no fare!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-2752585686837254966?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/2752585686837254966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/2752585686837254966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2006/12/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable!'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-6408041129056185907</id><published>2006-12-21T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T19:44:43.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storm'/><title type='text'>White Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dreaming of a white Christmas is NOT the same as the nightmare of the blizzard that buried us over the last couple of days!  We spent last night and all day today digging out of over 2 feet of snow.  The drifts that we didn't even attempt to dig out were over 4 feet in some areas.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kaitlyn couldn't wait to get out into all the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;butiful&lt;/span&gt;" snow.  We bundled her up and let her loose as soon as we had the driveway dug out.  She went totally crazy!  "This is just so great guys!" was the comment of the day.  When the neighbors asked if she was having fun, she looked around at everyone and yelled "Good evening everybody!"  After about 45 minutes, I decided it was time for her to go inside.  This was not something she wanted to hear or do.  So, she thrust both her arms into a snow drift and thought that she would be able to hold on and stay outside - nice try! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-6408041129056185907?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/6408041129056185907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/6408041129056185907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2006/12/white-christmas.html' title='White Christmas'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-1656497710283608607</id><published>2006-12-16T04:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T04:11:52.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tonsils'/><title type='text'>But I want Daddy's crunchy food!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Little Miss woke up yesterday and did not even have a sore throat or an ear ache!!!!!! I asked her if she needed medicine and she looked at me like I was crazy. I looked at her throat and found that her scabs were both gone. The next discovery was the ability to eat real food. Well, most real food anyway. Mark came home from work and had picked up Taco Bell for his dinner and Kaitlyn decided she wanted some. Since he had picked up tacos, she couldn't have any because of the hard shells. Of course the tears began to flow and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Minnie&lt;/span&gt; mouse voice protested "But I want Daddy's crunchy food!!!!!!!" After a whole lot of talking and reasoning, she settled for mac &amp;amp; cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-1656497710283608607?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/1656497710283608607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/1656497710283608607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2006/12/but-i-want-daddys-crunchy-food.html' title='But I want Daddy&apos;s crunchy food!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-126270009277249861</id><published>2006-12-16T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T04:00:34.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa'/><title type='text'>Mission for Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday was the big visit to see "Santa".  I decided to go to the outlet stores at Castle Rock.  This turned out to be a wise choice because we didn't have to wait at all.  As we were driving the 20 miles, Kaitlyn is holding her letter she wrote to Santa in both hands and she announces, "My mission today is to get this letter to Santa!"  I didn't dare laugh because she was extremely serious.  A few minutes later she notices that we have been driving a long time and says, "Mom, are we going to the North Pole?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-126270009277249861?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/126270009277249861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/126270009277249861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2006/12/mission-for-friday.html' title='Mission for Friday'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-8393421475291282582</id><published>2006-12-13T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:38:11.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tonsils'/><title type='text'>Nothing...no thank you, Mama!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kaitlyn wants nothing to eat or drink. She doesn't want to do anything. She was doing so good yesterday. Four hours later, the doctor's office finally calls back. Luckily she fell asleep a little over 2 hours ago. After talking with the nurse, I find out that just regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tylenol&lt;/span&gt; is not enough and that she needs the codeine for the pain. I drill the nurse about the drug and find out that it is not addictive for the period of time she will need it and that if I give her less at night, she shouldn't have the bad dreams. I tell Kaitlyn about this when she wakes up and all she asks is "Can I plug my nose when I take that yucky other medicine?" I told her of course she could and she proceeds to go right back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-8393421475291282582?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/8393421475291282582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/8393421475291282582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2006/12/nothingno-thank-you-mama.html' title='Nothing...no thank you, Mama!!!'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-2522970856292604584</id><published>2006-12-11T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T06:36:17.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tonsils'/><title type='text'>Decorating complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The outside decorations are all up and look very nice.  They are subtle and simple.  We decided that the neighbors all have enough color, so we kept ours all white.  I told Kaitlyn that Santa would have no trouble finding our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cul&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-sac with all the lights that everyone has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yesterday was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; the turning point in Kaitlyn's recovery.  She was much more active and happy and was able to eat a few more things.  She even went outside with us when we put up the decorations.  A 2 hour nap did follow the outdoor venture.  Almost all the ornaments on the indoor Christmas tree were put on by the little one.  The rest were put on by daddy as directed by Kaitlyn.  It turned out pretty nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-2522970856292604584?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/2522970856292604584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/2522970856292604584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2006/12/decorating-complete.html' title='Decorating complete'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-919614039078522644</id><published>2006-12-10T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T06:48:22.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tonsils'/><title type='text'>On the mend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Kaitlyn has finally progressed to eating something other than ice chips, applesauce &amp; sherbet. Oh thank heaven for mac &amp;amp; cheese (even if it is for breakfast)! She is also sleeping much better and isn't coughing as much during the night. She's not mad at mama and daddy anymore and is handing out more hugs and kisses. The best medicine she's had have been the visits from grandma and papa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Today the Christmas decorations are going up - including the new outside decorations. We finally decided to go along with the rest of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cul&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-sac and decorate the outside this year. However, the decorations will be coming down after the holidays and not well into the new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-919614039078522644?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/919614039078522644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/919614039078522644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-mend.html' title='On the mend'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-4385698323963453946</id><published>2006-12-06T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:17:11.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Manners'/><title type='text'>Good Manners</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Most small/young children do not pay as much attention to their surroundings (i.e. very small animals behind them) as they should. The other night Kaitlyn was rolling around and just about squished little Truly. I was having a snack and had tell her to stop because she had just about hurt the little dog. I was giving her this long drawn out lecture about paying attention and being more careful because there were others around her that could get hurt. I was very impressed at how well she was listening and paying very close attention. I finished my lecture and she looks at me and says "Mom, you shouldn't talk with food in your mouth!" I tried to say something in response to this but I couldn't - She had a valid point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-4385698323963453946?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/4385698323963453946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/4385698323963453946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-manners.html' title='Good Manners'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-2450880523753399395</id><published>2006-12-04T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T02:13:52.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wasn&apos;t purring'/><title type='text'>I wasn't purring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sunday is always the big family "clean the house" day.  We had been cleaning all day and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt; was helping out as usual.  She must have been getting a little stir crazy because she started talking non-stop at about 3:00.  This continued on into dinner.  We were eating and trying to listen to her and then all of the sudden she just stopped and looked at me and  said "I wasn't purring".  Luckily I hadn't put any food in my mouth right then because Mark and I burst out laughing.  Then it dawned on us that this was a line from a movie she likes.  She tends to quote lines from movies or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;television&lt;/span&gt; shows as the mood hits her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-2450880523753399395?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/2450880523753399395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/2450880523753399395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-wasnt-purring.html' title='I wasn&apos;t purring'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-7712764657918732279</id><published>2006-12-02T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:40:14.693-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Countdown'/><title type='text'>The Countdown</title><content type='html'>Five days to surgery. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt; "says" she's excited to get her tonsils out. I think she's just a little bit nervous. It may be mother's intuition or the fact that she asks me several times a day to tell her about her operation ;). She also is asking grandma and papa to explain it to her and then she explains it all to whatever animal is nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to give her the surgery present ahead of time since she probably won't feel much like playing with it afterwards. She got a "Dancing Genevieve" barbie and has been dancing with her nonstop. The toy companies need to remember a few things when they create these toys. The first thing is a volume switch. The second is not to have the toy instruct the child to do things that are not only difficult, but potentially dangerous. This doll has the child lift both arms above the head, lift her leg up behind or in front of her and then spin - give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Doggie&lt;/span&gt; sleeping bag update.........3 more are needed to keep peace among the animal members of the family. Yes, it was a major hit with all of our 4 legged friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-7712764657918732279?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/7712764657918732279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/7712764657918732279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2006/12/countdown.html' title='The Countdown'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-5316880927996258922</id><published>2006-11-26T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:39:37.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need some love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There's nothing like coming home after the worst day possible at work and having big blue eyes look into mine and ask "Mommy...do you need some love?" I thought my heart was gonna burst! The unconditional love of your child has got to be what having children is all about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-5316880927996258922?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/5316880927996258922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/5316880927996258922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2006/11/need-some-love.html' title='Need some love?'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575218167595614419.post-7740618890054388895</id><published>2006-11-25T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T18:25:11.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleeping bags'/><title type='text'>Sleeping bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Toodles finally outgrew her first sleeping bag and we decided to get her a new one. The Coleman Outlet store also had doggie sleeping bags. So, we decided to get one for Taz. Hopefully, this will get him out from under the covers in our bed. (Yes......this is a little pitiful....buying a dog a sleeping bag ;P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575218167595614419-7740618890054388895?l=mystnkrbll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/7740618890054388895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575218167595614419/posts/default/7740618890054388895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystnkrbll.blogspot.com/2006/11/sleeping-bags.html' title='Sleeping bags'/><author><name>Kaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153599132483888315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ML8DVj7-DQ/SwnxRPdbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3DN8mtTxf4Q/S220/Kaitlyn%2520%26%2520Mama%25202%5B1%5D.bmp'/></author></entry></feed>
