<?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-18720238</id><updated>2012-01-15T14:29:29.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things My Kids Say</title><subtitle type='html'>Words and pictures of my kids that make me laugh, sigh or just stop in my tracks</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-7436733486856339053</id><published>2011-12-19T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T20:48:03.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Duckzaster!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eAt0lF-DX4Y/TvARtnPnOMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fxO-HWARqtI/s1600/DSC_0846.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eAt0lF-DX4Y/TvARtnPnOMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fxO-HWARqtI/s320/DSC_0846.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It appeared she had all her ducks in a row....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sdieVj2YFL4/TvASWO7bg_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/IjbxQvraoBM/s1600/DSC_0298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sdieVj2YFL4/TvASWO7bg_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/IjbxQvraoBM/s320/DSC_0298.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...until I discovered the Duckzaster at ground zero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-7436733486856339053?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7436733486856339053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=7436733486856339053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/7436733486856339053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/7436733486856339053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-duckzaster.html' title='What a Duckzaster!!'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eAt0lF-DX4Y/TvARtnPnOMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fxO-HWARqtI/s72-c/DSC_0846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-7617594515498635176</id><published>2011-12-04T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T11:50:23.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Come Here, Dumbo!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;So,  my four year old daughter likes to pretend she's "Dumbo the Kangaroo."   (I have no idea where this came from).  This morning at church she  said, "Mom, tell me, 'Come here Dumbo!'" Then she said, "Say, 'Put your  coat on, Dumbo.'"  I'm just waiting for someone in some public place to  pull me aside and read me the riot act over what a bad parent I must be.   Why couldn't she pick something like "Sweetums,"  "Cutie," or even  "Sally," the Kangaroo?!  Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-7617594515498635176?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7617594515498635176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=7617594515498635176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/7617594515498635176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/7617594515498635176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/come-here-dumbo.html' title='&quot;Come Here, Dumbo!&quot;'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-7881990374460478785</id><published>2011-11-06T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T17:55:42.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When "Work" Makes a Mother-Teacher Smile</title><content type='html'>At lunch today my 7-year-old overheard a conversation about pushing and pulling and interjected, "Mom, don't scientists call that 'work'?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-7881990374460478785?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7881990374460478785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=7881990374460478785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/7881990374460478785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/7881990374460478785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-work-makes-mother-teacher-smile.html' title='When &quot;Work&quot; Makes a Mother-Teacher Smile'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-1867856972862811538</id><published>2011-04-01T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T12:00:35.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's Like I'm Having Surgery!"</title><content type='html'>Apparently our third son (who is presently 5) has a flair for the dramatic.&amp;nbsp; This morning while I was cutting his fingernails, he exclaimed, "It's like I'm having surgery!"&amp;nbsp; I cannot help but roll my eyes.&amp;nbsp; Oh my.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-1867856972862811538?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1867856972862811538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=1867856972862811538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1867856972862811538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1867856972862811538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-like-im-having-surgery.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s Like I&apos;m Having Surgery!&quot;'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-532087421954620346</id><published>2010-12-02T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:55:21.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those are MY ducks!</title><content type='html'>That our daughter has a "thing" for ducks is an understatement.&amp;nbsp; An unnamed parent in our house did a fabulous job of buying...but was not very discreet about hiding certain Christmas presents.&amp;nbsp; There is presently a very disgruntled chorus of "those are my ducks!&amp;nbsp; I wanna see my ducks!!!" ....being cried in the background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-532087421954620346?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/532087421954620346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=532087421954620346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/532087421954620346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/532087421954620346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/12/those-are-my-ducks.html' title='Those are MY ducks!'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-601929874619174786</id><published>2010-07-30T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T23:45:18.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Is that the poop singing?"</title><content type='html'>My three-year-old daughter hears music in everything.&amp;nbsp; Not too long ago, we were driving around and had a hitch in the back of the truck and it made a loud "clank".&amp;nbsp; She joyfully exclaimed, "it's making MUSIC!"&amp;nbsp; Earlier today, she pooted, and then asked, "Is that the poop singing?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I wonder what's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-601929874619174786?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/601929874619174786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=601929874619174786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/601929874619174786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/601929874619174786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-that-poop-singing.html' title='&quot;Is that the poop singing?&quot;'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-2652231294742386614</id><published>2010-07-05T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:28:45.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am married to a Greek God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/TAX6lusEdBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/nTgSGVNEanA/s1600/I+don%27t+like+that+yucky+face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/TAX6lusEdBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/nTgSGVNEanA/s320/I+don%27t+like+that+yucky+face.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We all went to Red Robin for Ms. Dimples' birthday dinner.  We'd been sitting in our booth for a few minutes when she noticed the photo of Einstein on the wall, got a bit whiney, and then completely avoided looking at the photo.  Next thing we heard was, "I don't like that yucky face!"  Can you blame her?  Glad she enjoyed dinner anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-2771776435280997991?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2771776435280997991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=2771776435280997991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2771776435280997991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2771776435280997991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-like-that-yucky-face.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t like that yucky face!&quot;'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/TAX6lusEdBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/nTgSGVNEanA/s72-c/I+don%27t+like+that+yucky+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-4943987468601648396</id><published>2010-05-22T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:21:58.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Behavior</title><content type='html'>Today we spent a few hours with friends at their house.&amp;nbsp; Before we left, we reminded the kids we wanted them to be on their best behavior.&amp;nbsp; We had a really nice visit.&amp;nbsp; As we loaded up to go home, the boys were talking about how much fun they'd had, and how much they enjoyed it.&amp;nbsp; And our 4 1/2-year-old chimed in enthusiastically, "Now THAT's what I call BEST behavior."&amp;nbsp; Too funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-4943987468601648396?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4943987468601648396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=4943987468601648396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/4943987468601648396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/4943987468601648396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/best-behavior.html' title='Best Behavior'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-7651544264818733472</id><published>2010-05-09T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T13:49:24.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I was putting away some laundry today when my 8 year old mentioned he still had a full hamper.&amp;nbsp; I asked him, "It's Mother's Day, aren't you going to do your own laundry today?" He answered, "I don't know how to turn on the washing machine...I'm not even sure Dad knows."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-7651544264818733472?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7651544264818733472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=7651544264818733472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/7651544264818733472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/7651544264818733472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-3334109968538823918</id><published>2010-04-06T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:40:34.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"How did it get in there in the first place?"</title><content type='html'>This morning I was reading through some blogs that I follow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.susanwisebauer.com/blog/the-raving-writer/one-of-those-conversations/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; post by my favorite author just made my morning.&amp;nbsp; It also helped me appreciate my own recent "deer-in-the-headlights" experience in a whole new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago, all three boys had asked to look at their baby books (that is not uncommon).  While they were browsing through the pages, my seven-year-old looked up from the ultrasound photos and asked, "But how did the baby get IN there in the first place?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/S7tiREhXVtI/AAAAAAAAAT4/DZ6oq_oFEHQ/s1600/DSC_0236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/S7tiREhXVtI/AAAAAAAAAT4/DZ6oq_oFEHQ/s320/DSC_0236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today, I hadn't thought to appreciate the fact that we were at home when the question popped-up, AND that no other adults were present to witness my uh, "phenomenal handling" of the inquiry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next question, please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-3334109968538823918?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3334109968538823918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=3334109968538823918&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3334109968538823918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3334109968538823918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-did-it-get-in-there-in-first-place.html' title='&quot;How did it get in there in the first place?&quot;'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/S7tiREhXVtI/AAAAAAAAAT4/DZ6oq_oFEHQ/s72-c/DSC_0236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-5640793259850588627</id><published>2010-02-01T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:21:42.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Missed Your Kiss</title><content type='html'>This morning when I woke up, Mr. Sleep-Deprived had already left. My four-year-old felt the need to inform me, "You missed your kiss."  He did leave me with the consolation that I could get my kiss later tonight when Daddy gets home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-5640793259850588627?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5640793259850588627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=5640793259850588627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5640793259850588627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5640793259850588627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-missed-your-kiss.html' title='You Missed Your Kiss'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-1923872934268819679</id><published>2010-01-09T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:52:40.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it okay to say Mom's got an "extra-large" anything?!?</title><content type='html'>I was getting ready a few weeks ago and overheard this from the dining room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-year-old (to the 5-year-old): "Yours would be medium, mine would be large, and Mom's would be EXTRA-large"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(at which point I yelled from the other room...)&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Hey! You don't say your mom has an "extra-large" ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-year-old:  "MOM!!!!  We're talking about BRAINS!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm starting to think maybe an extra-large mouth is my problem).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-1923872934268819679?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1923872934268819679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=1923872934268819679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1923872934268819679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1923872934268819679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-okay-to-say-moms-got-extra-large.html' title='Is it okay to say Mom&apos;s got an &quot;extra-large&quot; anything?!?'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-3714772550314864488</id><published>2010-01-09T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:46:11.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling Time</title><content type='html'>I overheard this conversation between the boys recently.  I am rarely awake before they are, but it was after 8 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-year-old:  (to his brothers)  "Can we wake up?" &lt;br /&gt;7-year-old: (to 5-year-old) "Can you go check the time?" &lt;br /&gt;5-year-old:  "No."  (To 4-year-old) "You go do it." &lt;br /&gt;4-year-old: "But I don't know how to tell the time."&lt;br /&gt;7-year-old:  (to 4-year-old) "Just go look and come back and tell us the numbers."&lt;br /&gt;(long pause as 4-year-old comes out to check the clock) &lt;br /&gt;4-year-old: "OH MY GOSH...there's an 8 on the end of it.....MOM!  Can we wake up?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-3714772550314864488?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3714772550314864488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=3714772550314864488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3714772550314864488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3714772550314864488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/01/telling-time.html' title='Telling Time'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-5140478990919252177</id><published>2009-11-13T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T11:16:34.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Song</title><content type='html'>Overheard as our four-year-old sang softly to his 2 1/2 year-old sister (he had his arm around her shoulder and she was drinking it up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God is the best, but you are great too.  And your eyes are turning blue-green.  You'll stay with us..."  It was a much longer song, but I couldn't understand all the words - they were so quiet and sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-5140478990919252177?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5140478990919252177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=5140478990919252177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5140478990919252177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5140478990919252177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/11/sweet-song.html' title='Sweet Song'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-6395406714005518935</id><published>2009-09-02T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T17:27:29.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Sleep-Deprived</title><content type='html'>One of the drawbacks to a toddler bed is accessibility.  I knew Ms. Dimples had been doing some playing and falling asleep on the floor during naptime (you can see the evidence below).  She never complains about naptime, and is pretty quiet about her playing (unless there is a loud toy available).  However, I think she took playing to a new level today.  The photo at the bottom is how I found her when I went in to the room this evening - and the room didn't look like that when she went IN to nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sp8MMs8cYsI/AAAAAAAAATw/846BfZ5474E/s1600-h/DSC_0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sp8MMs8cYsI/AAAAAAAAATw/846BfZ5474E/s400/DSC_0277.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377029892466303682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sp8MJid2xII/AAAAAAAAATo/OU-yAvRcCY4/s1600-h/DSC_0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sp8MJid2xII/AAAAAAAAATo/OU-yAvRcCY4/s400/DSC_0278.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377029838114047106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sp8MGH5tFXI/AAAAAAAAATg/3fegvcCV1dA/s1600-h/DSC_0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sp8MGH5tFXI/AAAAAAAAATg/3fegvcCV1dA/s400/DSC_0287.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377029779443488114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sp8MB25_0yI/AAAAAAAAATY/Ghpyq2rMeck/s1600-h/DSC_0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sp8MB25_0yI/AAAAAAAAATY/Ghpyq2rMeck/s400/DSC_0288.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377029706161836834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sp8L99jkjuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/MY4wW7HdoiM/s1600-h/DSC_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sp8L99jkjuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/MY4wW7HdoiM/s400/DSC_0303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377029639227346658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-6395406714005518935?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6395406714005518935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=6395406714005518935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6395406714005518935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6395406714005518935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-miss-sleep-deprived.html' title='Little Miss Sleep-Deprived'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sp8MMs8cYsI/AAAAAAAAATw/846BfZ5474E/s72-c/DSC_0277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-1340920109460995324</id><published>2009-06-26T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:40:35.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Daddy has an extra face"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SkV4Pwv07rI/AAAAAAAAATI/SEBP9vnMvOY/s1600-h/DSC_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SkV4Pwv07rI/AAAAAAAAATI/SEBP9vnMvOY/s400/DSC_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351815944378576562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our comedian struck again.  As soon as his dad picked him up, he squeezed his face close and said, "Daddy has an extra face!"  I guess he already realizes how much he resembles his dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-1340920109460995324?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1340920109460995324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=1340920109460995324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1340920109460995324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1340920109460995324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/06/daddy-has-extra-face.html' title='&quot;Daddy has an extra face&quot;'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SkV4Pwv07rI/AAAAAAAAATI/SEBP9vnMvOY/s72-c/DSC_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-3915484331508090563</id><published>2009-06-24T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:14:14.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm CREEPY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SkMHRlRg5NI/AAAAAAAAATA/B1SO_A4Pcd4/s1600-h/creepy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SkMHRlRg5NI/AAAAAAAAATA/B1SO_A4Pcd4/s400/creepy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351128780891022546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little comedian was at it again.  All I heard was a strange voice coming from my 3 1/2-year-old saying "I'm CREEPY....I'm CREEPY."  He was referring to his creative use of the googly eye stickers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-3915484331508090563?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3915484331508090563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=3915484331508090563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3915484331508090563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3915484331508090563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-creepy.html' title='I&apos;m CREEPY!'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SkMHRlRg5NI/AAAAAAAAATA/B1SO_A4Pcd4/s72-c/creepy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-4606656859830640988</id><published>2009-05-21T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:15:44.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock-Knock Joke of the Day</title><content type='html'>On the way to a doctor's appointment for Ms. Dimples, the boys were having fun telling knock-knock jokes to each other.  They still don't get it - but anyway....after a stretch of silence this came along:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5YO- "Mom, say 'knock-knock' to me"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Knock-knock"&lt;br /&gt;5YO- "Who's there?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "The problem is I don't have a knock-knock joke"&lt;br /&gt;5YO- "The problem is I don't have a knock-knock joke, who?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - (hysterical laughing in the van)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then again, maybe they DO get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-4606656859830640988?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4606656859830640988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=4606656859830640988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/4606656859830640988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/4606656859830640988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/knock-knock-joke-of-day.html' title='Knock-Knock Joke of the Day'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-2517764761130033469</id><published>2009-05-16T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:28:36.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Could Be Worse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sg-fyY5wEUI/AAAAAAAAAS4/w6HDIl9AGXg/s1600-h/DSC_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sg-fyY5wEUI/AAAAAAAAAS4/w6HDIl9AGXg/s400/DSC_0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336659771484279106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness this didn't happen &lt;a href="http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-didnt-expect-this-from-girl.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-just-arent-words.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-2517764761130033469?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2517764761130033469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=2517764761130033469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2517764761130033469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2517764761130033469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-could-be-worse.html' title='It Could Be Worse'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sg-fyY5wEUI/AAAAAAAAAS4/w6HDIl9AGXg/s72-c/DSC_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-1438536482072990558</id><published>2009-05-04T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:44:53.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Lead an Elephant to Water, But You Can't Make it Drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sf9hJXO5VcI/AAAAAAAAASw/TUmrJLXtFeM/s1600-h/Dis+a+fant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sf9hJXO5VcI/AAAAAAAAASw/TUmrJLXtFeM/s400/Dis+a+fant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332087297313166786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sf9hDrcYwxI/AAAAAAAAASo/K1zHzR-hkec/s1600-h/dis+a+water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sf9hDrcYwxI/AAAAAAAAASo/K1zHzR-hkec/s400/dis+a+water.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332087199659246354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sf9g9jOyoqI/AAAAAAAAASg/rNlvUJQz4bM/s1600-h/elephant+and+water+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sf9g9jOyoqI/AAAAAAAAASg/rNlvUJQz4bM/s400/elephant+and+water+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332087094375522978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sf9g0ibfwvI/AAAAAAAAASY/uJT3_XnP640/s1600-h/elephant+and+water+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sf9g0ibfwvI/AAAAAAAAASY/uJT3_XnP640/s400/elephant+and+water+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332086939541553906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sf9guLNUK1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/o5CjkaDTSLU/s1600-h/elephant+and+water+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sf9guLNUK1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/o5CjkaDTSLU/s400/elephant+and+water+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332086830228843346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard some banging in the kitchen and when I went to investigate, this is what I found.  Ms. Dimples first pointed to the elephant and said, "Dis a fant," and then pointed to the water and said, "dis a wato," and "dis a wato an a fant."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-1438536482072990558?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1438536482072990558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=1438536482072990558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1438536482072990558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1438536482072990558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-can-lead-elephant-to-water-but-you.html' title='You Can Lead an Elephant to Water, But You Can&apos;t Make it Drink'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Sf9hJXO5VcI/AAAAAAAAASw/TUmrJLXtFeM/s72-c/Dis+a+fant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-1259624521968751052</id><published>2009-05-03T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:27:53.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made in China</title><content type='html'>As a child I don't remember having any awareness of where my toys came from, as far as country of origin.  So it struck me as particularly funny today when our 5 year old (#2 boy) said, "Mom, I think most of our toys were made in China!"  and he then proceeded to bring out example, after example that proved his point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-1259624521968751052?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1259624521968751052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=1259624521968751052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1259624521968751052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1259624521968751052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/made-in-china.html' title='Made in China'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-5750704319154296052</id><published>2009-04-10T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:10:00.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting Room Floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SeAzrIsGUTI/AAAAAAAAASI/ZZMocIunMA8/s1600-h/P3291007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SeAzrIsGUTI/AAAAAAAAASI/ZZMocIunMA8/s400/P3291007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323311575711764786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally gotten around to working on my scrapbooks after a long hiatus.  Tonight, I ran across this photo.  I'm not sure how it avoided the blog - but I think it deserves at least an honorable mention - albeit a year after the fact.  This is Ms. Dimples in April 2008 - either showing off?!? or expressing her displeasure at being left inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-5750704319154296052?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5750704319154296052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=5750704319154296052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5750704319154296052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5750704319154296052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/cutting-room-floor.html' title='Cutting Room Floor'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SeAzrIsGUTI/AAAAAAAAASI/ZZMocIunMA8/s72-c/P3291007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-1372570257185185263</id><published>2009-04-05T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:47:14.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume Control</title><content type='html'>This morning our 3 1/2 year old asked to play his brother's Game Boy.  This is not something that has happened often.  I decided to let him play it, with the condition, "if you're going to play it, you need to turn the sound all the way down."  To which he responded, "but then I can't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hear&lt;/span&gt; it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-1372570257185185263?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1372570257185185263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=1372570257185185263&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1372570257185185263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1372570257185185263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/volume-control.html' title='Volume Control'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-3638840370009017681</id><published>2009-03-30T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:48:24.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptable Road Kill</title><content type='html'>Last night on the way home from dinner we had an animal encounter.  There was a cat sauntering across the road in front of us.  Our sons, concerned for the safety of the cat asked their dad if he had run it over.  He told the boys "we try not to run over animals" to which our 6 year old replied, "except maybe cockroaches!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-3638840370009017681?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3638840370009017681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=3638840370009017681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3638840370009017681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3638840370009017681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/acceptable-road-kill.html' title='Acceptable Road Kill'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-8452851117119995103</id><published>2009-02-18T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:52:10.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's like a hospital overwhelmed with wounded!"</title><content type='html'>Our six-year-old's commentary about the current state of their hamper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-8452851117119995103?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8452851117119995103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=8452851117119995103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/8452851117119995103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/8452851117119995103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-like-hospital-overwhelmed-with.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s like a hospital overwhelmed with wounded!&quot;'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-8441454051118572080</id><published>2009-01-26T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:21:02.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Applying Reverse Psychology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SX6nv1Lbm1I/AAAAAAAAARs/MVBU6cOmkv4/s1600-h/P1255466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SX6nv1Lbm1I/AAAAAAAAARs/MVBU6cOmkv4/s400/P1255466.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295854652004997970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-8441454051118572080?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8441454051118572080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=8441454051118572080&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/8441454051118572080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/8441454051118572080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/applying-reverse-psychology.html' title='Applying Reverse Psychology'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SX6nv1Lbm1I/AAAAAAAAARs/MVBU6cOmkv4/s72-c/P1255466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-4951754276772413165</id><published>2009-01-08T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:52:54.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...there just aren't words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SWZnHK2nyCI/AAAAAAAAARM/G_4FtSQrQfI/s1600-h/P1085219-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SWZnHK2nyCI/AAAAAAAAARM/G_4FtSQrQfI/s400/P1085219-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289028185263425570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(obviously this isn't the &lt;a href="http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-didnt-expect-this-from-girl.html"&gt;first time)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-4951754276772413165?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4951754276772413165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=4951754276772413165&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/4951754276772413165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/4951754276772413165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-just-arent-words.html' title='...there just aren&apos;t words...'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SWZnHK2nyCI/AAAAAAAAARM/G_4FtSQrQfI/s72-c/P1085219-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-3909565948516007662</id><published>2009-01-05T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:25:48.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This girl can sleep ANYWHERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SWL5MEh9NII/AAAAAAAAARE/OdlxCJeAGNQ/s1600-h/PC285114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SWL5MEh9NII/AAAAAAAAARE/OdlxCJeAGNQ/s400/PC285114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288062898256295042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-3909565948516007662?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3909565948516007662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=3909565948516007662&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3909565948516007662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3909565948516007662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-girl-can-sleep-anywhere.html' title='This girl can sleep ANYWHERE!'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SWL5MEh9NII/AAAAAAAAARE/OdlxCJeAGNQ/s72-c/PC285114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-4469111160219933476</id><published>2008-12-13T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:05:19.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston, we have a problem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SUSTcwbjkfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pIkFeiXkkVM/s1600-h/PC134892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SUSTcwbjkfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pIkFeiXkkVM/s400/PC134892.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279506785431163378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(she was up higher than this when Mr. Sleep-Deprived pointed it out - but the camera was in the other room).  Need I repeat, "&lt;a href="http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-didnt-expect-this-from-girl.html"&gt;I didn't expect this from the girl&lt;/a&gt;..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-4469111160219933476?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4469111160219933476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=4469111160219933476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/4469111160219933476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/4469111160219933476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/houston-we-have-problem.html' title='Houston, we have a problem...'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SUSTcwbjkfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pIkFeiXkkVM/s72-c/PC134892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-3658824176490741328</id><published>2008-12-10T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:33:40.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't a Girl Get Some Sleep Around Here?  (Take 35)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SUAYUtOHCWI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/suhqma3VXZw/s1600-h/PC094877-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SUAYUtOHCWI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/suhqma3VXZw/s400/PC094877-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278245507293448546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/search?q=get+some+sleep"&gt;all these posts&lt;/a&gt; of Ms. Dimples falling asleep around the house you might get the wrong impression that I am a push-over and don't require naps.  That is NOT the case.  However, Ms. Dimples sometimes naps during her nap times, and sometimes she plays in her crib, and there's not a lot I can do when that happens.  She surprised me yesterday because I thought she had napped more than she apparently did, and by 7:00 pm she was wiped out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-3658824176490741328?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3658824176490741328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=3658824176490741328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3658824176490741328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3658824176490741328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/cant-girl-get-some-sleep-around-here.html' title='Can&apos;t a Girl Get Some Sleep Around Here?  (Take 35)'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SUAYUtOHCWI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/suhqma3VXZw/s72-c/PC094877-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-3369396011262932503</id><published>2008-12-06T13:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:50:17.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Rocking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/STryueUXqNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sX_rdC9kUos/s1600-h/PC014856-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/STryueUXqNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sX_rdC9kUos/s400/PC014856-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276796793644361938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/search?q=girl+get+some+sleep"&gt;strange sleeping arrangements&lt;/a&gt; continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-3369396011262932503?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3369396011262932503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=3369396011262932503&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3369396011262932503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3369396011262932503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleep-rocking.html' title='Sleep Rocking'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/STryueUXqNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sX_rdC9kUos/s72-c/PC014856-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-2978212752450545297</id><published>2008-11-07T22:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:32:57.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick Rider</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SRUyKcxps5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/BQHB0ts6riI/s1600-h/trick+riding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SRUyKcxps5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/BQHB0ts6riI/s400/trick+riding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266170494384190354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she is actually rocking on the horse.  I imagine it is only a matter of time before she tries this on &lt;a href="http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-miss-molly.html"&gt;Molly&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-2978212752450545297?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2978212752450545297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=2978212752450545297&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2978212752450545297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2978212752450545297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/11/trick-rider.html' title='Trick Rider'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SRUyKcxps5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/BQHB0ts6riI/s72-c/trick+riding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-3655847012926857579</id><published>2008-10-27T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:22:41.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Headache Remedy</title><content type='html'>I mentioned that I had a headache while I was making dinner.  My three-year-old made the following diagnosis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3YO: "Where in your head is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: (I point to my temples and the top of my head)&lt;br /&gt;3YO: "Maybe you could just reach in with your hand and pull it out."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-3655847012926857579?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3655847012926857579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=3655847012926857579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3655847012926857579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3655847012926857579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-headache-remedy.html' title='New Headache Remedy'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-9005850717915127895</id><published>2008-10-17T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:52:07.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moral of the Story (with a twist)</title><content type='html'>Our three-year-old really likes a book called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Soft Child&lt;/span&gt;.  It is a Native American Folk Story about how the Rattlesnake got it's fangs.  The moral of the story is "If you don't bother him, he won't bother you."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week of walking around reminding us of the moral of the story, we over heard him say to his older brother (in a very John-Wayne sounding voice), "You boddered me, so now I'm gonna bodder you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you had to hear it to appreciate it, but Mr. Sleep-Deprived and myself had to restrain ourselves from laughing out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-9005850717915127895?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9005850717915127895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=9005850717915127895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/9005850717915127895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/9005850717915127895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/moral-of-story-with-twist.html' title='The Moral of the Story (with a twist)'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-7156875040399754778</id><published>2008-09-22T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:46:44.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SNgEIunTQ0I/AAAAAAAAAP0/K2ELDksyGEM/s1600-h/P9164101-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SNgEIunTQ0I/AAAAAAAAAP0/K2ELDksyGEM/s400/P9164101-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248949913698648898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-7156875040399754778?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7156875040399754778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=7156875040399754778&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/7156875040399754778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/7156875040399754778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SNgEIunTQ0I/AAAAAAAAAP0/K2ELDksyGEM/s72-c/P9164101-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-7852294417076478374</id><published>2008-09-13T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:36:05.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SMywp1XyA5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Uqfnsjexi4g/s1600-h/P9053853-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SMywp1XyA5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Uqfnsjexi4g/s400/P9053853-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245761898727736210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This child is going to keep me on my toes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-7852294417076478374?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7852294417076478374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=7852294417076478374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/7852294417076478374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/7852294417076478374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/water-girl.html' title='Water Girl'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SMywp1XyA5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Uqfnsjexi4g/s72-c/P9053853-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-5762346472118255168</id><published>2008-08-30T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:26:39.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't a Girl Get Some Sleep Around Here?  (Take 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SLmeQisRLhI/AAAAAAAAALc/QRXV1A4Plag/s1600-h/asleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SLmeQisRLhI/AAAAAAAAALc/QRXV1A4Plag/s400/asleep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240393648449859090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently like the rest of us, &lt;a href="http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/search?q=can+a+girl+get+some+sleep"&gt;she's still tired&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-5762346472118255168?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5762346472118255168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=5762346472118255168&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5762346472118255168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5762346472118255168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/08/cant-girl-get-some-sleep-around-here.html' title='Can&apos;t a Girl Get Some Sleep Around Here?  (Take 2)'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SLmeQisRLhI/AAAAAAAAALc/QRXV1A4Plag/s72-c/asleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-6107693790679627198</id><published>2008-08-25T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:10:19.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sucky Store</title><content type='html'>I was out with our almost 3-year-old for his "special day" (a day that I only go with one child).  After throwing pennies in the fountain, eating lunch, playing in the play area, and buying a sucker at the candy shop, we walked to the coffee shop (for me).  On the way, my son enjoyed his sucker.  In the elevator, he showed it to another person and proudly announced, "I got a sucker!"  Playing along, she said, "oh, I'd like a sucker, where did you get it?"  To which he replied, "at the sucky store."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-6107693790679627198?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6107693790679627198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=6107693790679627198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6107693790679627198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6107693790679627198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/08/sucky-store.html' title='The Sucky Store'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-580797445052167044</id><published>2008-08-20T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:21:57.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't expect this from the GIRL ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SKztKQjLfCI/AAAAAAAAALU/aAbBKtkMGzc/s1600-h/In+the+potty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SKztKQjLfCI/AAAAAAAAALU/aAbBKtkMGzc/s400/In+the+potty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236821227222039586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and to top it off, she's thrilled about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-580797445052167044?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/580797445052167044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=580797445052167044&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/580797445052167044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/580797445052167044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-didnt-expect-this-from-girl.html' title='I didn&apos;t expect this from the GIRL ...'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SKztKQjLfCI/AAAAAAAAALU/aAbBKtkMGzc/s72-c/In+the+potty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-6161084093510000216</id><published>2008-08-19T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:08:53.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Miss Molly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SKsF46SVDDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jUwbq47fOmQ/s1600-h/P8123537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SKsF46SVDDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jUwbq47fOmQ/s400/P8123537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236285467025280050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did our oldest ride &lt;a href="http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-golly-miss-mollys-comin-to.html"&gt;Molly&lt;/a&gt; everyday last week, he also cleaned and oiled his saddle, swept the hay out of Grandma's truck, and cleaned out Molly's pen each evening.  By the end of the week, he was also able to mount and dismount unassisted, and ride well solo at the walk and trot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SKsGuWeGl1I/AAAAAAAAALE/-p_6GABNBYM/s1600-h/P8133563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SKsGuWeGl1I/AAAAAAAAALE/-p_6GABNBYM/s400/P8133563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236286385123923794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos coming soon - a few special ones of each of the kids on Molly, and one suprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SKsG2HsW02I/AAAAAAAAALM/jxgd0FSe9O4/s1600-h/P8113528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SKsG2HsW02I/AAAAAAAAALM/jxgd0FSe9O4/s400/P8113528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236286518596129634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-6161084093510000216?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6161084093510000216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=6161084093510000216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6161084093510000216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6161084093510000216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-miss-molly.html' title='Welcome Miss Molly'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SKsF46SVDDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jUwbq47fOmQ/s72-c/P8123537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-2220436732204342992</id><published>2008-07-28T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:22:51.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Jupiter Moving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SI39nsJn3cI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jNFDAhzrGg4/s1600-h/Devils+punchbowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SI39nsJn3cI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jNFDAhzrGg4/s320/Devils+punchbowl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228113600755260866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another &lt;a href="http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-photo.html"&gt;act of extraordinary spontaneity&lt;/a&gt;, we took the kids (at the suggestion of Mr. Sleep-Deprived) to the &lt;a href="http://www.devils-punchbowl.com/"&gt;Devil's Punchbowl&lt;/a&gt;, to view the &lt;a href="http://www.meteorshowersonline.com/showers/delta_aquarids.html"&gt;Aquarid Meteor Shower&lt;/a&gt;.  The park is very scenic (note the family photo), with a nice short nature trail for little ones, a wonderful small recreation room with live (caged) snakes, a real beehive, scorpion, velvet ant, and ironclad beetle.  Outside there are also three live owls (two great-horned owls, one barn owl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meteor shower started around 9 pm.  We were able to see Jupiter (gas clouds clearly visible) and three of its moons through an 11 inch telescope set up for viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the first two meteors, our 6-year-old noticed that Jupiter's position was different and asked, "is Jupiter moving?"  I responded that we were actually moving (because of the earth's rotation) and that was what was making it seem like Jupiter was moving across the sky.  He responded with a very sincere and convincing, "OH, I GET IT!"  Both Mr. Sleep-Deprived and I were quite impressed with his "a-ha" moment, until we saw him running from one spot to another noticing how its position was changing.  I guess that would be a lesson in perspective.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun evening, and for being out so late past bedtime, it was well worth it.  Kudos to Mr. Sleep-Deprived for scouting out the location and event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SI3-87uF7WI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3ES2D22qARo/s1600-h/Devils+punchbowl+dad+and+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SI3-87uF7WI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3ES2D22qARo/s320/Devils+punchbowl+dad+and+boys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228115065223638370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SI3-z5Dbu6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/2smFy7dDbZw/s1600-h/Devils+punchbowl+owl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SI3-z5Dbu6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/2smFy7dDbZw/s320/Devils+punchbowl+owl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228114909889018786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-2220436732204342992?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2220436732204342992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=2220436732204342992&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2220436732204342992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2220436732204342992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-jupiter-moving.html' title='Is Jupiter Moving?'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SI39nsJn3cI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jNFDAhzrGg4/s72-c/Devils+punchbowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-3712850044782955039</id><published>2008-07-12T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:03:50.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Golly, Miss Molly's Comin' to California!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SHmamwMETzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2QcUHU_fz_E/s1600-h/practicing+up+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SHmamwMETzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2QcUHU_fz_E/s320/practicing+up+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222375233474023218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SHmahja13oI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-BUWlTnzj5U/s1600-h/practicing+up+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SHmahja13oI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-BUWlTnzj5U/s320/practicing+up+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222375144146984578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SHmaKnt7oQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/7hCG1TfLPDo/s1600-h/practicing+up+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SHmaKnt7oQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/7hCG1TfLPDo/s320/practicing+up+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222374750163804418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SHmaDLiLPeI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SVuT3gwRFGE/s1600-h/practicing+up+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SHmaDLiLPeI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SVuT3gwRFGE/s320/practicing+up+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222374622339218914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing the kids have been brushing up on their riding skills, because we finally found a pony and her name is Molly.  I'm SURE there will be photos once she arrives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-3712850044782955039?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3712850044782955039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=3712850044782955039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3712850044782955039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3712850044782955039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-golly-miss-mollys-comin-to.html' title='Good Golly, Miss Molly&apos;s Comin&apos; to California!'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SHmamwMETzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2QcUHU_fz_E/s72-c/practicing+up+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-980645487480203224</id><published>2008-06-22T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:28:44.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SF8lmBf91hI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/y-Qq3RuEw5A/s1600-h/Family+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SF8lmBf91hI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/y-Qq3RuEw5A/s320/Family+photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214928228686091794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an act of extraordinary spontaneity on my part, we all headed to a picnic site in the Angeles National Forest for an early dinner at the suggestion of Mr. Sleep-Deprived (who also gets credit for packing all the stuff for the outing).  It's not a perfect picture, but not bad for a camera on a tripod.  I still haven't figured out how to get a one-year-old to smile at a tripod and flashing camera light.  Of course even if Ms. Dimples had cooperated, our 4-year-old seems bent on goofing around (note the horse shoes), and our 2 1/2-year-old has his usual "&lt;a href="http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/04/canned-smiles.html"&gt;canned-smile&lt;/a&gt;" that really isn't a good look for him.  But hey, we're all there and accounted for - and I don't look particularly sleep-deprived!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-980645487480203224?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/980645487480203224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=980645487480203224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/980645487480203224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/980645487480203224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-photo.html' title='Family Photo'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SF8lmBf91hI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/y-Qq3RuEw5A/s72-c/Family+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-254955073667688189</id><published>2008-06-21T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T12:04:17.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift That Keeps On Giving</title><content type='html'>One of the fringe-benefits of having four children is a gratifying sense that toys really earn their keep.  In this instance, it is a gift from Grammy and Papa that has worn so well.  The funny thing is that 3 out 4 of our kids (right about age one) have used it as a seat, when it is actually a table/busy box.  Only our third-born (noticeably absent from all these photos) didn't sit in the table, but it may have been the chaos of our home addition that distracted him from the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SF1M_gBRV5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/efESVZkIBR0/s1600-h/Gift+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SF1M_gBRV5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/efESVZkIBR0/s320/Gift+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214408597375637394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SF1M5buMP6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/9Oq2nTg4qvk/s1600-h/Gift+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SF1M5buMP6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/9Oq2nTg4qvk/s320/Gift+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214408493142654882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SF1M03W1IyI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vsiSzSw74ss/s1600-h/Gift+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SF1M03W1IyI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vsiSzSw74ss/s320/Gift+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214408414661518114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SF1MueQtroI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LagC4PAliwI/s1600-h/Gift+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SF1MueQtroI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LagC4PAliwI/s320/Gift+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214408304845762178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-254955073667688189?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/254955073667688189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=254955073667688189&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/254955073667688189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/254955073667688189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/06/gift-that-keeps-on-giving.html' title='The Gift That Keeps On Giving'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SF1M_gBRV5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/efESVZkIBR0/s72-c/Gift+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-2812442640427336622</id><published>2008-06-17T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:17:19.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Spucci?</title><content type='html'>At dinner tonight I was talking with the boys about the discovery of the New World and introducing them to Christopher Columbus and Amerigo Vespucci.  A little later our 2 1/2-year old was doing some exploring of his own around the house asking "Where's Spucci?" (aka Vespucci).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-2812442640427336622?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2812442640427336622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=2812442640427336622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2812442640427336622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2812442640427336622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/06/wheres-spucci.html' title='Where&apos;s Spucci?'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-4697015428413251296</id><published>2008-06-08T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:04:50.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Drummer Boy ... and Boy and Boy and Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SEy52bILfwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xbA8oPY1oe4/s1600-h/PaRumpPaPumPum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SEy52bILfwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xbA8oPY1oe4/s320/PaRumpPaPumPum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209743213606960898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-4697015428413251296?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4697015428413251296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=4697015428413251296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/4697015428413251296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/4697015428413251296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-drummer-boy-and-boy-and-boy-and.html' title='Little Drummer Boy ... and Boy and Boy and Girl'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SEy52bILfwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xbA8oPY1oe4/s72-c/PaRumpPaPumPum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-5184279123821658056</id><published>2008-05-26T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:38:57.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Three Bunk Bed"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SDueIYaislI/AAAAAAAAAJI/TOXSqr-Yhw8/s1600-h/Threebunkbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SDueIYaislI/AAAAAAAAAJI/TOXSqr-Yhw8/s320/Threebunkbed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204927661186658898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is why our four-year-old (the bottom of the pile) has been asking when he gets to be in the top bunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-5184279123821658056?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5184279123821658056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=5184279123821658056&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5184279123821658056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5184279123821658056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='A &quot;Three Bunk Bed&quot;'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SDueIYaislI/AAAAAAAAAJI/TOXSqr-Yhw8/s72-c/Threebunkbed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-2846617890136888953</id><published>2008-05-19T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:39:11.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Like Doing the Dirty Work"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SDI24i6qyQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EldxazPTRuY/s1600-h/dirty-work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SDI24i6qyQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EldxazPTRuY/s320/dirty-work.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202280864639797506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SDI39y6qyRI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UuDC0AoM4BE/s1600-h/more+dirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SDI39y6qyRI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UuDC0AoM4BE/s320/more+dirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202282054345738514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...said our 4-year-old in the midst of shoveling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe him.  I think it &lt;a href="http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/search?q=dirty"&gt;runs in the family&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SDI4Hy6qySI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gT-y3AvbsEM/s1600-h/and+more+dirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SDI4Hy6qySI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gT-y3AvbsEM/s320/and+more+dirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202282226144430370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-2846617890136888953?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2846617890136888953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=2846617890136888953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2846617890136888953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2846617890136888953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-like-doing-dirty-work.html' title='&quot;I Like Doing the Dirty Work&quot;'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SDI24i6qyQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EldxazPTRuY/s72-c/dirty-work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-6606922863310128497</id><published>2008-05-03T00:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:47:41.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See No Evil?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SBwYgZ1fJmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/O2TbhmfE73I/s1600-h/see+no+evil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SBwYgZ1fJmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/O2TbhmfE73I/s320/see+no+evil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196055015048816226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-6606922863310128497?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6606922863310128497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=6606922863310128497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6606922863310128497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6606922863310128497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/05/see-no-evil.html' title='See No Evil?'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SBwYgZ1fJmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/O2TbhmfE73I/s72-c/see+no+evil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-2481608683306285002</id><published>2008-04-22T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:39:48.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"If I were just a LITTLE taller"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SA9YD51fJlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XIh6wD2-HAw/s1600-h/Too+see+outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SA9YD51fJlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XIh6wD2-HAw/s320/Too+see+outside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192465719469483602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-2481608683306285002?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2481608683306285002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=2481608683306285002&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2481608683306285002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2481608683306285002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-i-were-just-little-taller.html' title='&quot;If I were just a LITTLE taller&quot;'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/SA9YD51fJlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XIh6wD2-HAw/s72-c/Too+see+outside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-4363934662661279199</id><published>2008-04-09T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:29:22.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 out 4 Kids Are Sprouting New Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R_0KWazPOTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3Yf5hY3e4Xg/s1600-h/P4051104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R_0KWazPOTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3Yf5hY3e4Xg/s320/P4051104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187313726068308274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was no surprise that our 10 month old was teething... her lower incisors are coming in (she sprouted her four top front teeth all at the same time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago our almost 6 year old was complaining about his tooth while eating an apple.  I took a closer look and noticed that his permanent tooth has already poked through the skin, and the baby tooth is a loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning brushing teeth I noticed that our 2 1/2 year old has his second set of molars poking through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering all these eruptions, I'm surprised there hasn't been MORE whining going on around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-4363934662661279199?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4363934662661279199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=4363934662661279199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/4363934662661279199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/4363934662661279199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-out-4-kids-are-sprouting-new-teeth.html' title='3 out 4 Kids Are Sprouting New Teeth'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R_0KWazPOTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3Yf5hY3e4Xg/s72-c/P4051104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-465208725952812217</id><published>2008-04-06T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:56:34.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R_nD2Jl2-PI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yz4ufpxfP_g/s1600-h/P4070056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R_nD2Jl2-PI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yz4ufpxfP_g/s320/P4070056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186391780948900082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R_nDD5l2-OI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pDlefn7EZ5g/s1600-h/poppies+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R_nDD5l2-OI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pDlefn7EZ5g/s320/poppies+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186390917660473570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how quickly time flies.  The top photo was taken five years ago (when our oldest son was our only child) when the poppies were in full bloom at my parents' house.  The bottom photo was taken this year - my oldest (pictured in the first photo) is almost 6 years old, and our youngest is just 6 weeks shy of a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-465208725952812217?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/465208725952812217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=465208725952812217&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/465208725952812217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/465208725952812217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-time-flies.html' title='How Time Flies'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R_nD2Jl2-PI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yz4ufpxfP_g/s72-c/P4070056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-6265605992710956577</id><published>2008-03-23T22:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:38:39.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Reads Like a Headline...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R-c6wpl2-NI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e4GFyAYlZsA/s1600-h/spelling+the+dog+eats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R-c6wpl2-NI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e4GFyAYlZsA/s320/spelling+the+dog+eats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181174503785822418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our son was having some fun with the magnet letters when he came up with this little ditty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, &lt;a href="http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/search?q=water+taz"&gt;Said dog&lt;/a&gt; is guilty as charged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-6265605992710956577?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6265605992710956577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=6265605992710956577&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6265605992710956577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6265605992710956577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-reads-like-headline.html' title='It Reads Like a Headline...'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R-c6wpl2-NI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e4GFyAYlZsA/s72-c/spelling+the+dog+eats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-6891451408599036499</id><published>2008-03-21T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T09:54:56.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only In The Car....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R-Pl2pl2-MI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qN-UFjzS2Cc/s1600-h/all+asleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R-Pl2pl2-MI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qN-UFjzS2Cc/s320/all+asleep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180236723446544578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the only time everyone naps at the same time is in the car, when Mom can't lay down and take a nap too?  When we pulled into the garage and I started unloading the van following our Zoo-outing, I saw this sight.  Oh to be able to join them for a few minutes of snooze-time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-6891451408599036499?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6891451408599036499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=6891451408599036499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6891451408599036499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6891451408599036499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/03/only-in-car.html' title='Only In The Car....'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R-Pl2pl2-MI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qN-UFjzS2Cc/s72-c/all+asleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-756857688490681363</id><published>2008-03-19T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:42:31.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at all those EYES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R-H4QJl2-LI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_t1FqkDBOHc/s1600-h/peacock+all+those+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R-H4QJl2-LI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_t1FqkDBOHc/s320/peacock+all+those+eyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179694002789087410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Another zoo-observation from our four-year-old.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-756857688490681363?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/756857688490681363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=756857688490681363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/756857688490681363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/756857688490681363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/03/look-at-all-those-eyes.html' title='Look at all those EYES!!!'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R-H4QJl2-LI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_t1FqkDBOHc/s72-c/peacock+all+those+eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-3031672468382076930</id><published>2008-03-18T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:49:52.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, He's Smiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R-Ca8CecmPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/l1CZU-HCq7M/s1600-h/hes+smiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R-Ca8CecmPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/l1CZU-HCq7M/s320/hes+smiling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179309927723473138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or so thought our four-year-old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-3031672468382076930?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3031672468382076930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=3031672468382076930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3031672468382076930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3031672468382076930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/03/look-hes-smiling.html' title='Look, He&apos;s Smiling'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R-Ca8CecmPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/l1CZU-HCq7M/s72-c/hes+smiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-4665746271459489899</id><published>2008-03-15T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:56:20.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspectives of a Homeschooled Child</title><content type='html'>Tonight my husband tried to show our 5 1/2-year-old the constellation Leo on National Geographic's Star Planetarium.  Things did not go as he expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  "You see, it's called 'Leo' because it looks like a lion."&lt;br /&gt;Son:  "No it doesn't, it &lt;a href="http://www.seds.org/Maps/Stars_en/Fig/leo.html"&gt;looks like a trapezoid&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the link and you might agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-4665746271459489899?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4665746271459489899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=4665746271459489899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/4665746271459489899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/4665746271459489899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/03/perspectives-of-homeschooled-child.html' title='Perspectives of a Homeschooled Child'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-8003699677824609561</id><published>2008-03-09T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:19:33.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety First</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R9S1EyecmOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/n8Y-DZvb7Yo/s1600-h/2-23-08+safety+first.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R9S1EyecmOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/n8Y-DZvb7Yo/s320/2-23-08+safety+first.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175960965629122786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-8003699677824609561?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8003699677824609561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=8003699677824609561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/8003699677824609561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/8003699677824609561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/03/safety-first.html' title='Safety First'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R9S1EyecmOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/n8Y-DZvb7Yo/s72-c/2-23-08+safety+first.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-4606596803734031252</id><published>2008-02-24T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:04:02.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R8JlPSbhf1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/d0GSyL5OUKg/s1600-h/Dump+dump+dump+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R8JlPSbhf1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/d0GSyL5OUKg/s320/Dump+dump+dump+one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170806635494473554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R8JlESbhf0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/TuHXRA4FzGg/s1600-h/Dump+dump+dump+two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R8JlESbhf0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/TuHXRA4FzGg/s320/Dump+dump+dump+two.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170806446515912514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not a picture of it, but APPARENTLY that mud was VERY slippery, and on the next shovel, our four-year-old went into the water head-first.  I was reassured by his Uncle that our son had put his swimming lessons to good use.  (Don't worry, Grandma, Uncle and Auntie were all there with them, and he was quickly rescued from the cold water).  Why the large clothes?  I was still up at the house getting a little extra sleep after a rough night and none of Grandma, Daddy, Uncle or Auntie knew where the kids' jackets were, so they improvised with some of Grandma's clothes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,that is the &lt;a href="http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/search?q=Taz+water"&gt;waterdog Taz&lt;/a&gt; himself taking a dip, no suprise there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-4606596803734031252?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4606596803734031252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=4606596803734031252&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/4606596803734031252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/4606596803734031252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-happened-next.html' title='What happened next?'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R8JlPSbhf1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/d0GSyL5OUKg/s72-c/Dump+dump+dump+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-2944045029243199672</id><published>2008-02-19T21:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:54:56.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Grampa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R7vAAibhfzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/c0yBhXnhwHo/s1600-h/riding+with+Grampa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R7vAAibhfzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/c0yBhXnhwHo/s320/riding+with+Grampa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168936112812556082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R7u-xybhfyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/A2thUMT-Qgg/s1600-h/soldering+with+Grampa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R7u-xybhfyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/A2thUMT-Qgg/s320/soldering+with+Grampa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168934759897857826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R7u-ZibhfwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/F46I8Cb6fnk/s1600-h/Nov+03+Grampa+on+tractor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R7u-ZibhfwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/F46I8Cb6fnk/s320/Nov+03+Grampa+on+tractor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168934343286030082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R7u-NSbhfvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hBYBDGhG-Z4/s1600-h/air+rifle+with+Grampa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R7u-NSbhfvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hBYBDGhG-Z4/s320/air+rifle+with+Grampa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168934132832632562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R7u-FSbhfuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zChuN_O_XqM/s1600-h/12-26-06+Grampa+and+swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R7u-FSbhfuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zChuN_O_XqM/s320/12-26-06+Grampa+and+swing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168933995393679074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R7u9wibhftI/AAAAAAAAAGM/MdYoE7DDIbo/s1600-h/Gpa+and+Foal+4-30-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R7u9wibhftI/AAAAAAAAAGM/MdYoE7DDIbo/s320/Gpa+and+Foal+4-30-03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168933638911393490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R7u-nybhfxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UtH0b_URRFY/s1600-h/With+Gpa+and+tools+1-30-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R7u-nybhfxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UtH0b_URRFY/s320/With+Gpa+and+tools+1-30-06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168934588099165970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-2944045029243199672?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2944045029243199672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=2944045029243199672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2944045029243199672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2944045029243199672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/02/remembering-grampa.html' title='Remembering Grampa'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R7vAAibhfzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/c0yBhXnhwHo/s72-c/riding+with+Grampa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-3504018012967154618</id><published>2008-02-17T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:33:37.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory of Grampa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R7kWvybhfsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ob1G4yJpKNs/s1600-h/Grampa+and+the+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R7kWvybhfsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ob1G4yJpKNs/s320/Grampa+and+the+boys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168187057631231682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all received very sad news two weeks ago Sunday; my dad passed away unexpectedly.  This photo was the last photo taken of my dad.  I was packing our van the week after Christmas and our two-year-old brought a book to him and said, "you read this book to me?"  Then he climbed on his lap without waiting for an answer.  Shortly thereafter the other boys climbed up too.  I am so grateful my mom took this photo.  That he will be missed doesn't even begin to describe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-3504018012967154618?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3504018012967154618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=3504018012967154618&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3504018012967154618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3504018012967154618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-loving-memory-of-grampa.html' title='In Loving Memory of Grampa'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R7kWvybhfsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ob1G4yJpKNs/s72-c/Grampa+and+the+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-5166108984911339221</id><published>2008-01-30T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:50:56.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4-year-old sense of humor</title><content type='html'>4YO: "Mom, do you remember when we got a flat tire and you called triple-A?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (hmm let me think - full load of stuff from Target plus four kids ages five and under -all hungry for dinner) "yes, I remember." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4YO: "You thought triple-A was going to come to change your tire, but double-A came instead."  (snickers heard in the background)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-5166108984911339221?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5166108984911339221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=5166108984911339221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5166108984911339221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5166108984911339221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/01/4-year-old-sense-of-humor.html' title='4-year-old sense of humor'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-5527023077853364114</id><published>2008-01-19T13:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:23:45.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I get that in writing?</title><content type='html'>On the way home from swim last week our 5 1/2-year-old said from the backseat, "Mom, I'm not going to drive until I'm 30."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response after laughing for several minutes, "Can I get that in writing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I may actually ask him to write it out for me and date it, just so I can kid him about it when he's getting close to 16).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-5527023077853364114?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5527023077853364114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=5527023077853364114&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5527023077853364114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5527023077853364114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-i-get-that-in-writing.html' title='Can I get that in writing?'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-8222439920740015574</id><published>2008-01-13T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:29:30.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Sleep-Deprived</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R4Zu0Q7j4DI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2eJwHuKn93U/s1600-h/Ms+dimples+n+dad+sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R4Zu0Q7j4DI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2eJwHuKn93U/s320/Ms+dimples+n+dad+sleeping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153928667749146674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the family resemblance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-8222439920740015574?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8222439920740015574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=8222439920740015574&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/8222439920740015574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/8222439920740015574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/01/mr-sleep-deprived.html' title='Mr. Sleep-Deprived'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R4Zu0Q7j4DI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2eJwHuKn93U/s72-c/Ms+dimples+n+dad+sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-5966714172553686256</id><published>2008-01-05T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:39:22.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone for a pony ride?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R3qsyA7j4CI/AAAAAAAAAF0/c2Qjfx3A1-w/s1600-h/Giddy+up+giddy+up+giddy+up+little+pony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R3qsyA7j4CI/AAAAAAAAAF0/c2Qjfx3A1-w/s320/Giddy+up+giddy+up+giddy+up+little+pony.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150619099094835234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought three was a crowd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-5966714172553686256?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5966714172553686256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=5966714172553686256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5966714172553686256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5966714172553686256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/01/anyone-for-pony-ride.html' title='Anyone for a pony ride?'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R3qsyA7j4CI/AAAAAAAAAF0/c2Qjfx3A1-w/s72-c/Giddy+up+giddy+up+giddy+up+little+pony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-6848406882288286522</id><published>2008-01-03T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T09:33:57.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wants to be a shoe?</title><content type='html'>A playful conversation between our almost 4-year-old and our 2-year-old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4YO:  "Who wants to be a shoe?!"&lt;br /&gt;2YO:  "Not me!"&lt;br /&gt;4YO:  "But you can step on people and make them flat!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-6848406882288286522?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6848406882288286522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=6848406882288286522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6848406882288286522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6848406882288286522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-wants-to-be-shoe.html' title='Who wants to be a shoe?'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-893429885594302416</id><published>2008-01-01T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T13:05:50.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Dimples' First Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R3qptg7j4BI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JLEyuUvwDU0/s1600-h/Ms+Dimples+first+Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R3qptg7j4BI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JLEyuUvwDU0/s320/Ms+Dimples+first+Christmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150615723250540562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's &lt;a href="http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/search?q=Ms.+Dimples"&gt;Ms. Dimples&lt;/a&gt;, now 7 months old on her very first Christmas morning.  With her is Dolly, made by Grandma - wearing Ms. Dimples' own "coming home outfit."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-893429885594302416?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/893429885594302416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=893429885594302416&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/893429885594302416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/893429885594302416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/01/ms-dimples-first-christmas.html' title='Ms. Dimples&apos; First Christmas'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R3qptg7j4BI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JLEyuUvwDU0/s72-c/Ms+Dimples+first+Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-5858641534862494826</id><published>2007-12-21T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T00:18:38.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can a girl get some sleep around here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R2t1xw7j4AI/AAAAAAAAAFk/W3X-8oOVANQ/s1600-h/girl+sleep+PC179884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R2t1xw7j4AI/AAAAAAAAAFk/W3X-8oOVANQ/s320/girl+sleep+PC179884.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146336497009680386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-5858641534862494826?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5858641534862494826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=5858641534862494826&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5858641534862494826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5858641534862494826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/12/can-girl-get-some-sleep-around-here.html' title='Can a girl get some sleep around here?'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R2t1xw7j4AI/AAAAAAAAAFk/W3X-8oOVANQ/s72-c/girl+sleep+PC179884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-4678652086163956678</id><published>2007-12-19T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:24:17.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News Flash:  Junk Food Is Yummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R2mLoA7j3_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ow90h13olzY/s1600-h/Junk+food+is+yummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R2mLoA7j3_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ow90h13olzY/s320/Junk+food+is+yummy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145797568808345586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while making lunch I had this conversation with our two-year-old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2YO:  "Is pear good for you?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Yes, pear is good for you."&lt;br /&gt;2YO:  "Is chocolate good for you?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "No, chocolate is junk food."&lt;br /&gt;2YO:  "Junk food is yummy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-4678652086163956678?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4678652086163956678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=4678652086163956678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/4678652086163956678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/4678652086163956678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/12/news-flash-junk-food-is-yummy.html' title='News Flash:  Junk Food Is Yummy!'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R2mLoA7j3_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ow90h13olzY/s72-c/Junk+food+is+yummy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-1338305086566638160</id><published>2007-12-17T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:15:57.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Attraction at the San Diego Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R2a8uw7j3-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/QwFqq1qcvRY/s1600-h/Foot+massager.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R2a8uw7j3-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/QwFqq1qcvRY/s320/Foot+massager.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145007135912091618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have expected his answer from the adults in the group, but I was very surprised when our 5 1/2-year-old recalled the foot massager as his favorite thing at the World Famous San Diego Zoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-1338305086566638160?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1338305086566638160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=1338305086566638160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1338305086566638160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1338305086566638160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/12/favorite-attraction-at-san-diego-zoo.html' title='Favorite Attraction at the San Diego Zoo'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R2a8uw7j3-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/QwFqq1qcvRY/s72-c/Foot+massager.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-3619090078286521579</id><published>2007-12-15T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:50:00.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Pillow Will Sleep - Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R2RzrA7j38I/AAAAAAAAAFE/TokD85hFtl4/s1600-h/PB219324.JPG'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R2RzrA7j38I/AAAAAAAAAFE/TokD85hFtl4/s320/PB219324.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid can apparently sleep &lt;a href="http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/01/have-pillow-will-traveland-sleep.html"&gt;anywhere&lt;/a&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further evidence, see &lt;a href="http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/search?q=i%27m+not+tired"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-3619090078286521579?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3619090078286521579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=3619090078286521579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3619090078286521579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3619090078286521579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/12/have-pillow-will-sleep-part-ii.html' title='Have Pillow Will Sleep - Part II'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R2RzrA7j38I/AAAAAAAAAFE/TokD85hFtl4/s72-c/PB219324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-9140795619148143711</id><published>2007-12-14T10:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T10:56:55.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tool Time Flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R2LQRQ7j37I/AAAAAAAAAE8/KoS6oRIqqek/s1600-h/Revisiting+Tool+Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R2LQRQ7j37I/AAAAAAAAAE8/KoS6oRIqqek/s320/Revisiting+Tool+Time.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143902719431663538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the 90s TV show &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Home Improvement&lt;/span&gt;?  I had a big flashback to the well-intentioned, yet accident-prone Tim the Toolman Taylor as our 3-year-old recently made his way around the house "fixing things".    Look closely at his toolbelt and tell me that OSHA isn't already on it's way to shut down this worksite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-9140795619148143711?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9140795619148143711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=9140795619148143711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/9140795619148143711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/9140795619148143711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/12/tool-time-flashback.html' title='Tool Time Flashback'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R2LQRQ7j37I/AAAAAAAAAE8/KoS6oRIqqek/s72-c/Revisiting+Tool+Time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-3279103017700719846</id><published>2007-12-12T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T16:35:16.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange looking camels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R12ROMQq50I/AAAAAAAAAE0/QT6UwT9aeDM/s1600-h/strange+looking+camel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R12ROMQq50I/AAAAAAAAAE0/QT6UwT9aeDM/s320/strange+looking+camel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142426022522316610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple hours walking around the San Diego Zoo, I let the boys know we were getting close to the camels.  As we approached, our five-year-old said, "well those are sure strange looking camels..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at the camels, and didn't quite understand what he was talking about until I realized he was looking at these in the adjacent enclosure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-3279103017700719846?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3279103017700719846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=3279103017700719846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3279103017700719846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/3279103017700719846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/12/san-diego-has-strange-lookin-camels.html' title='Strange looking camels'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R12ROMQq50I/AAAAAAAAAE0/QT6UwT9aeDM/s72-c/strange+looking+camel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-6356475388383128174</id><published>2007-12-11T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:57:23.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does your strength come from?</title><content type='html'>We were at a restaurant having dinner when our oldest complained he was getting tired.  I rather facetiously suggested that he should forego playing his Gameboy the following day (during his brothers' naps) and instead take a nap.  His response:  "My Gameboy gives me strength."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-6356475388383128174?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6356475388383128174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=6356475388383128174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6356475388383128174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6356475388383128174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/12/where-does-your-strength-come-from.html' title='Where does your strength come from?'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-5798546368182652361</id><published>2007-12-10T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:12:12.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're a BOOK!"</title><content type='html'>The boys were watching Milo and Otis.  During a scene with Milo, Otis and a snake our two-year-old announced, "I'm a cat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked about his 5-year-old brother, he said,"you're a DOG!"&lt;br /&gt;About his almost 4-year-old brother, "you're a NAKE (snake)!"&lt;br /&gt;Then his dad said, "what am I?"  He thought for a moment and proudly announced, "you're a BOOK!"&lt;br /&gt;Finally, "what about mom?"  Again he thought, and with a grin announced, "you're a VAN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty descriptive, considering how often he sees his dad reading, and me driving everyone around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-5798546368182652361?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5798546368182652361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=5798546368182652361&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5798546368182652361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5798546368182652361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/12/youre-book.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re a BOOK!&quot;'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-5869129946443175855</id><published>2007-12-07T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:50:37.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bad Guy Finder"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R1oNwMQq5zI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xA-6he5nGo0/s1600-h/PC029593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R1oNwMQq5zI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xA-6he5nGo0/s320/PC029593.JPG" style="clear: both; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got home from a last-minute family vacation to San Diego.  One of the first things we did was tour the &lt;a href="http://www.midway.org/site/pp.asp?c=eeIGLLOrGpF&amp;amp;b=3038957"&gt;USS Midway&lt;/a&gt; (conveniently located across from our hotel).  While on the flight deck we passed a telescope (clearly placed for tourist purposes to view the surroundings), and our five-year-old asked his dad, "Did the good guys used to use that to find the bad guys?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-5869129946443175855?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5869129946443175855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=5869129946443175855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5869129946443175855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5869129946443175855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/12/bad-guy-finder.html' title='&quot;Bad Guy Finder&quot;'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/R1oNwMQq5zI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xA-6he5nGo0/s72-c/PC029593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-6035242159776731551</id><published>2007-11-19T09:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T09:08:06.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm going to the hospital"</title><content type='html'>Our two-year-old just walked by me this morning and said, "I'm going to the hospital."  When I asked why, he said, "I'm going to the hospital for a baby."  I asked if he was going for a boy or girl, and he said girl.  He then resolutely walked to our bedroom, picked up an imaginary baby and proudly carried it back to his own room saying, "I got a baby girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if only it were that easy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-6035242159776731551?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6035242159776731551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=6035242159776731551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6035242159776731551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6035242159776731551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-going-to-hospital.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m going to the hospital&quot;'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-8032847426505901281</id><published>2007-11-09T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T10:15:05.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm not a DUDE!"</title><content type='html'>Conversation overheard between our 2-year-old and 3 1/2-year old sons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2YO (driving chubby cars across the couch) "Hey Dude"&lt;br /&gt;3YO "I'm not a DUDE!"&lt;br /&gt;2YO "Move Dude"&lt;br /&gt;3YO "I'm not a DUDE...I'm your friend!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-8032847426505901281?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8032847426505901281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=8032847426505901281&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/8032847426505901281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/8032847426505901281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-not-dude.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m not a DUDE!&quot;'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-542191142893036846</id><published>2007-10-25T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:30:24.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pillow Popped!!!</title><content type='html'>Our two-year-old was very concerned when he saw me holding his freshly laundered pillowcase.  He whined, "my pillow popped...my pillow popped!"  He was so relieved when I replaced it on his pillow and it returned to full size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-542191142893036846?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/542191142893036846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=542191142893036846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/542191142893036846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/542191142893036846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-pillow-popped.html' title='My Pillow Popped!!!'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-1085782496301615557</id><published>2007-10-20T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:59:43.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a BOY...and a GIRL...and a BOY..and....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Rxr3bYJZ9oI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GL0IPknDxUM/s1600-h/hopper+eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Rxr3bYJZ9oI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GL0IPknDxUM/s320/hopper+eggs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123679575797790338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Rxr3RoJZ9nI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M1whdTN6x4E/s1600-h/grasshopper+hatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Rxr3RoJZ9nI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M1whdTN6x4E/s320/grasshopper+hatch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123679408294065778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Rxr3v4JZ9pI/AAAAAAAAAEk/f7T1jm5tgxk/s1600-h/huddled+hoppers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Rxr3v4JZ9pI/AAAAAAAAAEk/f7T1jm5tgxk/s320/huddled+hoppers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123679927985108626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been looking at a lot of insects lately (spiders included).  Six weeks ago, my husband caught a large grasshopper in the evening.  By morning, much to our surprise it laid a BUNCH of eggs.  I thought it would be great for the boys to see the lifecycle, until I figured out that they weren't due to hatch until spring.  Either it was a different type of grasshopper than I looked up, or the living conditions caused an early hatch, but imagine my surprise as I was washing some dishes in the kitchen and kept seeing a little green thing jumping.  I thought maybe a baby cricket had found its way into the sink, but on closer inspection it was definitely a grasshopper...make that about a HUNDRED grasshoppers (no longer contained in their container!).  The top photo is of the eggs right after they were laid, and before I covered them with dirt; middle is the hatch; and last is a group of the little buggers on my washcloth rack (before we escorted them outside).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-1085782496301615557?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1085782496301615557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=1085782496301615557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1085782496301615557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1085782496301615557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-boyand-girland-boyand.html' title='It&apos;s a BOY...and a GIRL...and a BOY..and....'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Rxr3bYJZ9oI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GL0IPknDxUM/s72-c/hopper+eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-478767568363288997</id><published>2007-10-18T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:45:00.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now THAT'S thinkin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RxhD_oJZ9mI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ARpNmyTC6G4/s1600-h/Pneumatic+chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RxhD_oJZ9mI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ARpNmyTC6G4/s320/Pneumatic+chair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122919336521627234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got pneumatic chairs for the kids' table in my office so they wouldn't need to sit on their knees or use a booster.  Everything is great about the chairs except our 2-year-old can't climb onto or off of the chair unassisted when it is at table height.  The other day I was in the kitchen and he was asking for help getting off.  I told him I couldn't get there right away, so he would have to wait a few minutes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got over to the office to help him, I found our 5-year-old had already devised a solution to the problem.  He and our 3 1/2-year-old climbed up on the chair with our 2-year-old, and their combined weight was enough to lower the chair so our youngest could get off by himself.  And not only does it work, it's fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-478767568363288997?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/478767568363288997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=478767568363288997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/478767568363288997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/478767568363288997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/10/now-thats-thinkin.html' title='Now THAT&apos;S thinkin&apos;'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RxhD_oJZ9mI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ARpNmyTC6G4/s72-c/Pneumatic+chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-1276240452272857911</id><published>2007-10-12T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T18:17:42.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The whole world at their fingertips</title><content type='html'>3 1/2-year-old to his brother,  "Let's go to China to get more chocolate."&lt;br /&gt;5-year-old responds matter-of-factly, "Actually we need to go to Mexico for that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do they get this stuff?  We recently bought a globe and it has added a great dimension to our conversations, for instance, how toys made in China get to our homes; about where cacao plants grow (that question arose while reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/span&gt;).  It is encouraging to think that the boys accurately incorporate what they've learned into their playtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-1276240452272857911?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1276240452272857911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=1276240452272857911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1276240452272857911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1276240452272857911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/10/whole-world-at-their-fingertips.html' title='The whole world at their fingertips'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-2533148008686620239</id><published>2007-10-11T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:36:19.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I oval it?</title><content type='html'>I am accustomed to my kids taking things literally, but I've come across an instruction that is REALLY starting to annoy me.  In one of our son's books, rather than writing out the instruction "circle it" it gives the instruction with a picture of an oval + "it".  The first time my son read it he said, "so I oval it?"  Good question.  Why not be accurate and print a circle + "it".  Well, the problem is that you often can't "circle" some things, you really do have to "oval" them, but we don't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; "oval it" we say "circle it".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that in the first three and a half decades of my life, I never noticed the difference, or had a problem "circling" something in the shape of an oval, but now every time I ask my son to "circle" something, I find my self wanting to say "well, you may have to oval it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-2533148008686620239?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2533148008686620239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=2533148008686620239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2533148008686620239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2533148008686620239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/10/should-i-oval-it.html' title='Should I oval it?'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-7459589337949595964</id><published>2007-10-08T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T13:31:15.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snails in the house...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RwcqD4JZ9lI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XbtqtcmmUj4/s1600-h/My+Three+Snails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RwcqD4JZ9lI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XbtqtcmmUj4/s320/My+Three+Snails.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118105747629667922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or so they tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-7459589337949595964?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7459589337949595964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=7459589337949595964&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/7459589337949595964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/7459589337949595964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/10/snails-in-house.html' title='Snails in the house...'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RwcqD4JZ9lI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XbtqtcmmUj4/s72-c/My+Three+Snails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-2345292236494012119</id><published>2007-10-05T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T23:27:16.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules of Engagement</title><content type='html'>"You can't shoot my knees because I have bass drums on my knee-caps," said our 3-1/2-year-old to his 5-year-old brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-2345292236494012119?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2345292236494012119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=2345292236494012119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2345292236494012119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2345292236494012119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/09/rules-of-engagement.html' title='Rules of Engagement'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-6058360631766299946</id><published>2007-09-18T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:17:18.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RvB4hhelaDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/12PoKlFxXi8/s1600-h/Double+Trouble+8-24-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RvB4hhelaDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/12PoKlFxXi8/s320/Double+Trouble+8-24-07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111718094383179826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly tell where one ends and the other begins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-6058360631766299946?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6058360631766299946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=6058360631766299946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6058360631766299946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/6058360631766299946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/09/double-trouble.html' title='Double Trouble'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RvB4hhelaDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/12PoKlFxXi8/s72-c/Double+Trouble+8-24-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-2906545626503319447</id><published>2007-09-01T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:14:57.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need go pee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RtosFVTXKRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9FuzQSlChks/s1600-h/P+in+the+potty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RtosFVTXKRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9FuzQSlChks/s320/P+in+the+potty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105441597707200786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think our almost-two-year-old quite "gets it" yet, but he'd be ahead of the game if potty-training only involved the lifting of one's shirt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-2906545626503319447?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2906545626503319447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=2906545626503319447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2906545626503319447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2906545626503319447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/09/need-go-pee.html' title='Need go pee'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RtosFVTXKRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9FuzQSlChks/s72-c/P+in+the+potty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-9035433106097451849</id><published>2007-09-01T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T20:19:32.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Wanna Kiss My Bug??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Rtoq9FTXKQI/AAAAAAAAADs/5XbTA_3PTAk/s1600-h/You+wanna+kiss+my+bug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Rtoq9FTXKQI/AAAAAAAAADs/5XbTA_3PTAk/s320/You+wanna+kiss+my+bug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105440356461652226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure what was going through our almost-two-year-old's mind here.  I looked over at the table and he was planting big kisses on the pictures of these bugs.      Maybe it was inspired by our recent bug-observing (we've captured and watched a few ants, a stink bug, a spider and a cricket).  Whatever the case - "ewwww!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-9035433106097451849?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9035433106097451849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=9035433106097451849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/9035433106097451849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/9035433106097451849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-wanna-kiss-my-bug.html' title='You Wanna Kiss My Bug??'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Rtoq9FTXKQI/AAAAAAAAADs/5XbTA_3PTAk/s72-c/You+wanna+kiss+my+bug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-7448438029575508126</id><published>2007-08-05T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:26:03.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No one laughed</title><content type='html'>I wish I had a photo of this one.  My husband likes to make us all laugh by pulling the waistband of his shorts up as high as it will go (yes, I admit that after 12 years I still chuckle).  Yesterday was no exception, when apparently he hiked them up when they were all outside playing.  Last night when the boys were getting ready for bed, one of our sons hiked his pull-up as high as it would go - and then he asked his dad, "why did you pull your shorts up like that?" and Dad answered, "because it was funny."  Our son responded dead-pan, "No one laughed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-7448438029575508126?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7448438029575508126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=7448438029575508126&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/7448438029575508126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/7448438029575508126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-one-laughed.html' title='No one laughed'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-8689011092116180104</id><published>2007-07-28T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:34:11.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you wanna see my BIG MOUTH?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RqrwumagToI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SeRhuCHjufA/s1600-h/Big+mouth+3+yr+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RqrwumagToI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SeRhuCHjufA/s320/Big+mouth+3+yr+old.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092147012072132226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Rqrw4GagTqI/AAAAAAAAADM/ll59Q1OCxXM/s1600-h/Big+mouth+22+month+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Rqrw4GagTqI/AAAAAAAAADM/ll59Q1OCxXM/s320/Big+mouth+22+month+old.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092147175280889506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RqrwzGagTpI/AAAAAAAAADE/kR29gSFMPT8/s1600-h/Big+mouth+5+yr+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RqrwzGagTpI/AAAAAAAAADE/kR29gSFMPT8/s320/Big+mouth+5+yr+old.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092147089381543570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-8689011092116180104?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8689011092116180104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=8689011092116180104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/8689011092116180104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/8689011092116180104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-wanna-see-my-big-mouth.html' title='Do you wanna see my BIG MOUTH?!?'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RqrwumagToI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SeRhuCHjufA/s72-c/Big+mouth+3+yr+old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-442068579493526550</id><published>2007-07-19T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:33:06.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogpile on Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RqA65qd9kzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JXBLsd72OqA/s1600-h/Fun+Daddy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RqA65qd9kzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JXBLsd72OqA/s320/Fun+Daddy+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089132341255574322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RqA6x6d9kyI/AAAAAAAAACs/Q-ej5cxXaGg/s1600-h/Fun+Daddy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RqA6x6d9kyI/AAAAAAAAACs/Q-ej5cxXaGg/s320/Fun+Daddy+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089132208111588130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RqA6tad9kxI/AAAAAAAAACk/YASGsb4ydt0/s1600-h/Fun+Daddy+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RqA6tad9kxI/AAAAAAAAACk/YASGsb4ydt0/s320/Fun+Daddy+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089132130802176786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RqA6pKd9kwI/AAAAAAAAACc/2WsqxjWbppA/s1600-h/Fun+Daddy+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RqA6pKd9kwI/AAAAAAAAACc/2WsqxjWbppA/s320/Fun+Daddy+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089132057787732738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-442068579493526550?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/442068579493526550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=442068579493526550&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/442068579493526550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/442068579493526550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/07/dogpile-on-daddy.html' title='Dogpile on Daddy'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RqA65qd9kzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JXBLsd72OqA/s72-c/Fun+Daddy+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-5328014980072120941</id><published>2007-07-04T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:18:01.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alligators and Hippos</title><content type='html'>The boys were watching a video about different kinds of animals.  My husband has fun identifying the animals incorrectly and then the boys correct him.  After calling a hippo an alligator, he asked our 5-year-old what the difference was between the two.  Our son's answer, "well, they both like water...but they have different names."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we need to work on the mammal/reptile distinction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-5328014980072120941?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5328014980072120941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=5328014980072120941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5328014980072120941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/5328014980072120941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/07/alligators-and-hippos.html' title='Alligators and Hippos'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-2389924811952573990</id><published>2007-07-03T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T08:13:32.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cease-fire</title><content type='html'>A request made by our 3 1/2-year-old to our 5-year-old while riding around in the back of the van:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please stop shooting me, my gun is resting."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-2389924811952573990?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2389924811952573990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=2389924811952573990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2389924811952573990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2389924811952573990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/07/cease-fire.html' title='Cease-fire'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-8521092083791453936</id><published>2007-06-22T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:20:13.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys on the other side of the Earth</title><content type='html'>Every night before bed, our five-year-old goes into the bathroom to take care of business.  We often have to call in and ask if he's done.  One night last week he was in there for a particularly long time.  My husband asked him why he didn't let us know when he was done.  Our son said, "I got distracted, I was thinking."  Curious, my husband asked what he was thinking about.  The answer: "I was thinking about toys on the other side of the earth."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-8521092083791453936?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8521092083791453936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=8521092083791453936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/8521092083791453936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/8521092083791453936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/06/toys-on-other-side-of-earth.html' title='Toys on the other side of the Earth'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-2083546386228423294</id><published>2007-06-20T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T19:00:19.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Dimples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RnnbmnXagLI/AAAAAAAAACU/ORKn7PgiWbs/s1600-h/Ms+Dimples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RnnbmnXagLI/AAAAAAAAACU/ORKn7PgiWbs/s320/Ms+Dimples.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078331511285645490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Dimples is four weeks old today.  I was so pleased to capture this picture of her smiling with her eyes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;open&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-2083546386228423294?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2083546386228423294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=2083546386228423294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2083546386228423294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/2083546386228423294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/06/ms-dimples.html' title='Ms. Dimples'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RnnbmnXagLI/AAAAAAAAACU/ORKn7PgiWbs/s72-c/Ms+Dimples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-143511842571207181</id><published>2007-06-06T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:21:57.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess has arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Rmejx3XagKI/AAAAAAAAACM/W23zoUOhHGk/s1600-h/The+Princess+has+arrived.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Rmejx3XagKI/AAAAAAAAACM/W23zoUOhHGk/s320/The+Princess+has+arrived.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073203582327226530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 23rd we welcomed our newest addition to the family.  Here she is being adored by her big brothers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-143511842571207181?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/143511842571207181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=143511842571207181&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/143511842571207181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/143511842571207181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/06/princess-has-arrived.html' title='The Princess has arrived!'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Rmejx3XagKI/AAAAAAAAACM/W23zoUOhHGk/s72-c/The+Princess+has+arrived.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-1038959511483248769</id><published>2007-05-22T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:31:21.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Better Translation</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy few weeks preparing for the arrival of baby #4 - she's making her grand entrance tomorrow morning.  One afternoon the boys were a bit more wound up than usual, and I commented about putting on a video to help them un-wind.  A little later our five year old asked, "can you put on a video to help 'unwild' us?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he captured the essence of the moment better than I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-1038959511483248769?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1038959511483248769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=1038959511483248769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1038959511483248769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/1038959511483248769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/05/better-translation.html' title='A Better Translation'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-7001743257286349379</id><published>2007-05-04T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T09:33:19.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Rjtfte2mL3I/AAAAAAAAACE/yDH_3K8IAJ0/s1600-h/Easter+2007+family+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Rjtfte2mL3I/AAAAAAAAACE/yDH_3K8IAJ0/s320/Easter+2007+family+photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060743841261694834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that after all the complaining I did &lt;a href="http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-two-of-us.html"&gt;last Easter&lt;/a&gt; about getting a family photo, I should probably post this photo of everyone cooperating (with the camera on a tripod) this year.  These whole-group-shots are so few and far between!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-7001743257286349379?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7001743257286349379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=7001743257286349379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/7001743257286349379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/7001743257286349379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/05/easter-update.html' title='Easter Update'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/Rjtfte2mL3I/AAAAAAAAACE/yDH_3K8IAJ0/s72-c/Easter+2007+family+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18720238.post-445482993831061713</id><published>2007-05-01T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:18:34.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gearing up for the baby sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RjgQTe2mL2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/HBDxdlJkwpE/s1600-h/shower+clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RjgQTe2mL2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/HBDxdlJkwpE/s320/shower+clothes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059812108236369762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weekends ago a girlfriend threw my first baby shower.  It's a little different having a shower for your FOURTH baby - but it was actually a lot of fun considering this is our first little girl.  When I came home from the shower I was greeted by all my boys who were very interested in all the gifts.  Our three-year-old asked which ones were for him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first they were having fun just looking at the clothes.  That quickly progressed to actually trying on the clothes.  I'm sure someday these photos will be the source of great embarrassment, but for the present it was just a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RjgQN-2mL1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/B_0g8QhOz0g/s1600-h/shower+clothes+group+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RjgQN-2mL1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/B_0g8QhOz0g/s320/shower+clothes+group+shot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059812013747089234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18720238-445482993831061713?l=kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/445482993831061713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18720238&amp;postID=445482993831061713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/445482993831061713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18720238/posts/default/445482993831061713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/05/gearing-up-for-baby-sister.html' title='Gearing up for the baby sister'/><author><name>Sleep-Deprived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15553923359334111571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/1834/1600/sleep-deprived.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKLMl6b3yd4/RjgQTe2mL2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/HBDxdlJkwpE/s72-c/shower+clothes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
