<?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-3362699742264303301</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:57:48.054-07:00</updated><category term='preschool'/><category term='Mommy&apos;s turn'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='outdoors'/><category term='Daddy'/><category term='family'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='sports'/><category term='Veggie Tales'/><category term='Cecilie'/><category term='catch up'/><category term='life through pictures'/><category term='a day in the life'/><category term='snow'/><category term='around the house'/><title type='text'>That Funny</title><subtitle type='html'>Life through a 4 year old's eyes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-1852363936088805211</id><published>2010-04-05T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T13:49:50.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life through pictures'/><title type='text'>Globetrotters - January 3, 2010</title><content type='html'>Mommy and Daddy took me to see a basketball game.  But they kept telling me it wasn't a normal basketball game.  The players did many funny things.  Some of it was kind of mean but Mommy and Daddy told me that it wasn't very nice to pull down someone's shorts.  I have never seen Daddy play basketball like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S7pK_mR0ODI/AAAAAAAABrY/Z0CSCqi9Riw/s1600/DSCN9876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456756354980263986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S7pK_mR0ODI/AAAAAAAABrY/Z0CSCqi9Riw/s200/DSCN9876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S7pI38jmAHI/AAAAAAAABrQ/dNU3AxONCeI/s1600/DSCN9877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456754024498200690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S7pI38jmAHI/AAAAAAAABrQ/dNU3AxONCeI/s200/DSCN9877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S7pI3bQB8II/AAAAAAAABrI/lL4GcUcsio4/s1600/DSCN9879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456754015557775490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S7pI3bQB8II/AAAAAAAABrI/lL4GcUcsio4/s200/DSCN9879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S7pI3CIK08I/AAAAAAAABrA/uSRP8CDLf98/s1600/DSCN9883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456754008813917122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S7pI3CIK08I/AAAAAAAABrA/uSRP8CDLf98/s200/DSCN9883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S7pI2tNWfII/AAAAAAAABq4/2APYNRPoaog/s1600/DSCN9917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456754003198508162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S7pI2tNWfII/AAAAAAAABq4/2APYNRPoaog/s200/DSCN9917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S7pI2PmATmI/AAAAAAAABqw/VsrQif1wie4/s1600/DSCN9924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456753995248848482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S7pI2PmATmI/AAAAAAAABqw/VsrQif1wie4/s200/DSCN9924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-1852363936088805211?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/1852363936088805211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/1852363936088805211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2010/04/globetrotters-january-3-2010.html' title='Globetrotters - January 3, 2010'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S7pK_mR0ODI/AAAAAAAABrY/Z0CSCqi9Riw/s72-c/DSCN9876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-9077578714325718592</id><published>2010-03-03T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:03:00.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snow! Snow!</title><content type='html'>It has snowed a few times this winter.  And a few times I have been able to play in the snow.  One time I got to play with Grandma Donoho at her house and then Mommy and I got to play one day when I didn't have school because of snow. I like playing in the snow. I like making snowballs and throwing them at whoever I can.  I made a snowman with Grandma.  Playing in the snow is one thing I do love about winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yGcHp97aI/AAAAAAAABoY/o-21a8_7nzQ/s1600-h/DSCN9837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443873867233619362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yGcHp97aI/AAAAAAAABoY/o-21a8_7nzQ/s200/DSCN9837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yGbucmntI/AAAAAAAABoQ/lGi_JZ-6zqo/s1600-h/DSCN9838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443873860466679506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yGbucmntI/AAAAAAAABoQ/lGi_JZ-6zqo/s200/DSCN9838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yGbV-UisI/AAAAAAAABoI/4uXz0Pkl8pc/s1600-h/DSCN9844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443873853897214658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yGbV-UisI/AAAAAAAABoI/4uXz0Pkl8pc/s200/DSCN9844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yGa6zAc1I/AAAAAAAABoA/MShLbeZ-T9w/s1600-h/DSCN9847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443873846602003282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yGa6zAc1I/AAAAAAAABoA/MShLbeZ-T9w/s200/DSCN9847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yGaYtFaSI/AAAAAAAABn4/HFMzaZ-fjw4/s1600-h/DSCN9853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443873837450357026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yGaYtFaSI/AAAAAAAABn4/HFMzaZ-fjw4/s200/DSCN9853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yCKh1aEKI/AAAAAAAABnw/FPhoz73apJA/s1600-h/DSCN0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443869166976766114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yCKh1aEKI/AAAAAAAABnw/FPhoz73apJA/s200/DSCN0199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yCKBx1iFI/AAAAAAAABno/rPbJScR3l4k/s1600-h/DSCN0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443869158371854418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yCKBx1iFI/AAAAAAAABno/rPbJScR3l4k/s200/DSCN0204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yCJhMzVLI/AAAAAAAABng/6q4DRVFxqhs/s1600-h/DSCN0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443869149626586290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yCJhMzVLI/AAAAAAAABng/6q4DRVFxqhs/s200/DSCN0206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yCJDngfrI/AAAAAAAABnY/1PUFtDK49bE/s1600-h/DSCN0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443869141685534386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yCJDngfrI/AAAAAAAABnY/1PUFtDK49bE/s200/DSCN0210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yCIZYYR5I/AAAAAAAABnQ/pk23viYD9lY/s1600-h/DSCN0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443869130347792274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yCIZYYR5I/AAAAAAAABnQ/pk23viYD9lY/s200/DSCN0213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-9077578714325718592?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/9077578714325718592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/9077578714325718592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2010/03/snow-snow.html' title='Snow! Snow!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4yGcHp97aI/AAAAAAAABoY/o-21a8_7nzQ/s72-c/DSCN9837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-6627334210737569257</id><published>2010-02-27T09:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:56:24.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Rookie Basketball</title><content type='html'>Mommy and Daddy have signed me up for Rookie Baseball, Rookie Soccer and Rookie Basketball.  I guess I must be a rookie.  Out of all of those I liked basketball the best.  For 6 Saturdays we went to a school gym and my coaches taught me dribbling, shooting and defense.  They even taught me how to take a charge.  Daddy really enjoyed it but falling down was not my favorite thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4x7N0eUTHI/AAAAAAAABnI/YnCx2JKVJQs/s1600-h/DSCN0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443861526938406002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4x7N0eUTHI/AAAAAAAABnI/YnCx2JKVJQs/s200/DSCN0013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4x7NDZ8d5I/AAAAAAAABnA/4xZtwBFsxGg/s1600-h/DSCN0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443861513766729618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4x7NDZ8d5I/AAAAAAAABnA/4xZtwBFsxGg/s200/DSCN0020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4lo2r6WfAI/AAAAAAAABmw/8ErB5EAj6Iw/s1600-h/DSCN0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442996913363647490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4lo2r6WfAI/AAAAAAAABmw/8ErB5EAj6Iw/s200/DSCN0087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4lo2YKZILI/AAAAAAAABmo/FNipiwQOTB0/s1600-h/DSCN0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442996908062220466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4lo2YKZILI/AAAAAAAABmo/FNipiwQOTB0/s200/DSCN0093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4lo1-4CA3I/AAAAAAAABmg/5fut4aXoe8A/s1600-h/DSCN0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442996901274321778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4lo1-4CA3I/AAAAAAAABmg/5fut4aXoe8A/s200/DSCN0099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4lo1a9U_8I/AAAAAAAABmY/znqPqtpTIH0/s1600-h/DSCN0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442996891632861122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4lo1a9U_8I/AAAAAAAABmY/znqPqtpTIH0/s200/DSCN0101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4le1KosOOI/AAAAAAAABmQ/NeOxhULBTbM/s1600-h/DSCN0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442985892135057634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4le1KosOOI/AAAAAAAABmQ/NeOxhULBTbM/s200/DSCN0177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4le0xduG6I/AAAAAAAABmI/Ppg2S9Dnl-0/s1600-h/DSCN0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442985885378157474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4le0xduG6I/AAAAAAAABmI/Ppg2S9Dnl-0/s200/DSCN0179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4le0Z6tewI/AAAAAAAABmA/Cf-97ZW3tO8/s1600-h/DSCN0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442985879057300226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4le0Z6tewI/AAAAAAAABmA/Cf-97ZW3tO8/s200/DSCN0180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4lezwot-8I/AAAAAAAABl4/XVkfE8DNN00/s1600-h/DSCN0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442985867975982018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4lezwot-8I/AAAAAAAABl4/XVkfE8DNN00/s200/DSCN0182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4lezaaQErI/AAAAAAAABlw/xKqSE0GDz78/s1600-h/DSCN0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442985862009721522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4lezaaQErI/AAAAAAAABlw/xKqSE0GDz78/s200/DSCN0186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-6627334210737569257?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6627334210737569257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6627334210737569257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2010/02/rookie-basketball.html' title='Rookie Basketball'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S4x7N0eUTHI/AAAAAAAABnI/YnCx2JKVJQs/s72-c/DSCN0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-6589678911327355496</id><published>2010-01-22T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:59:33.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Santa Claus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am been so busy with all my toys I got for Christmas that I haven't had to time to tell you about when Santa Claus came to visit my school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a party with lots of food and right when I sat down to eat, Santa and Mrs. Claus came in. Mommy and Daddy told me they would be there so I made a list of what I wanted for Christmas. I wasn't going to talk to him. I am so sure of all the red he wears and his white beard. Some of my friends went and talked to him but I kept my distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I had eaten my snacks I started to play and where I wanted to play was right by Santa but I still kept my distance. Then Mrs. Claus left and there was an open seat next to Santa so I sat there. Santa knew my name and he started to talking to me. I still wasn't too sure about him. But he kept talking to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually I got closer to him and even sat on his lap. I guess that is what you are supposed to do. My mom gave me my list and I gave it to Santa because I still wasn't going to talk to him. But he must of read my list because I got exactly what I wanted from Santa. The Veggie Tales Pirate ship. I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S1pzmNNVOwI/AAAAAAAABfA/W0rT0Johec0/s1600-h/DSCN9617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429779400966355714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S1pzmNNVOwI/AAAAAAAABfA/W0rT0Johec0/s200/DSCN9617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S1pvgJPeJDI/AAAAAAAABeo/JBR3EzHbI_8/s1600-h/DSCN9621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429774898775860274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S1pvgJPeJDI/AAAAAAAABeo/JBR3EzHbI_8/s200/DSCN9621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S1pvfhxmUaI/AAAAAAAABeg/sSxJtPY85fU/s1600-h/DSCN9623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429774888181584290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S1pvfhxmUaI/AAAAAAAABeg/sSxJtPY85fU/s200/DSCN9623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S1pzNqkbxqI/AAAAAAAABe4/jI6tr3hzT5A/s1600-h/veggie-tales-toys-pirates-who-dont-do-anything-pirate-ship_200x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429778979351152290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S1pzNqkbxqI/AAAAAAAABe4/jI6tr3hzT5A/s200/veggie-tales-toys-pirates-who-dont-do-anything-pirate-ship_200x200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-6589678911327355496?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6589678911327355496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6589678911327355496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2010/01/santa-claus.html' title='Santa Claus'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/S1pzmNNVOwI/AAAAAAAABfA/W0rT0Johec0/s72-c/DSCN9617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-4014976340511735094</id><published>2010-01-02T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:19:12.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells......</title><content type='html'>Did you know I could sing Jingle Bells in Spanish??? When I first started to sing it around the house Mommy and Daddy thought Ms. Tammi taught me it in preschool but she doesn't know Spanish. I just taught myself. It really isn't that hard when you are singing to people who don't know Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a Christmas program. It was at our church and my preschool friends were in it too. There were a lot of people there. I was a little nervous but I just did what Mrs. Cash told me to. The thing around my head kept falling down onto my face. We sang some songs and told some stories. Mommy, Daddy, Grandma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Frazee&lt;/span&gt; and Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Donoho&lt;/span&gt; were all there. They all said they were proud of me. It was fun. I can't wait till next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sz-HbH5fQzI/AAAAAAAABXA/gO4D052muSQ/s1600-h/DSCN9654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422201376423756594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sz-HbH5fQzI/AAAAAAAABXA/gO4D052muSQ/s200/DSCN9654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sz-Ha8-A2xI/AAAAAAAABW4/rADmYoa2908/s1600-h/DSCN9662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422201373489945362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sz-Ha8-A2xI/AAAAAAAABW4/rADmYoa2908/s200/DSCN9662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sz-HaVizP0I/AAAAAAAABWw/FYh6YCuJQQ8/s1600-h/DSCN9666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422201362906824514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sz-HaVizP0I/AAAAAAAABWw/FYh6YCuJQQ8/s200/DSCN9666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sz-HaBxF_0I/AAAAAAAABWo/Zd5Hsn6-Sjw/s1600-h/DSCN9668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422201357598064450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sz-HaBxF_0I/AAAAAAAABWo/Zd5Hsn6-Sjw/s200/DSCN9668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-4014976340511735094?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/4014976340511735094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=4014976340511735094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4014976340511735094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4014976340511735094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2010/01/jingle-bells-jingle-bells.html' title='Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells......'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sz-HbH5fQzI/AAAAAAAABXA/gO4D052muSQ/s72-c/DSCN9654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-4990231858968553647</id><published>2009-12-29T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T14:44:58.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My first wedding</title><content type='html'>I have it figured out but don't tell my parents.  If I act like I don't want to do something, then I get something for actually doing it.  That is what I did for potty training.  I got lots of things when I finally went potty in the potty all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;latest&lt;/span&gt; thing was Aunt Lori's wedding.  I was a ring bearer.  I really didn't know anyone very well so at the practice I wasn't really cooperating.  Then I heard Mommy and Daddy talking about fruit snacks.  They told me that if I went up on the stage during the wedding I would get fruit snacks.  I love fruit snacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deal was that one of Daddy's cousins who was a groomsman will give me fruit snacks once I got on the stage.  Then I would stand up there for a little while then go and sit by Mommy.  We practiced several times and each time I got more fruit snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time.  I walked down the aisle to my mom who then helped me up the stairs.  Then I stood up there.  I think I stood up there a little longer than anyone expected because my mom was motioning to me to come down and sit by her after I dropped the pillow a few times.  Then I got more fruit snacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was so proud of me.  It was fun.  There was nothing to be afraid of and I got lots of fruit snacks.  I am all ready for my next wedding in April.  But wait, will I get more fruit snacks???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SzqAgqRGRnI/AAAAAAAABWg/0Sdq0cHC9Dw/s1600-h/DSCN9530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420786400083986034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SzqAgqRGRnI/AAAAAAAABWg/0Sdq0cHC9Dw/s320/DSCN9530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-4990231858968553647?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4990231858968553647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4990231858968553647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-wedding.html' title='My first wedding'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SzqAgqRGRnI/AAAAAAAABWg/0Sdq0cHC9Dw/s72-c/DSCN9530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-8790439719443974064</id><published>2009-11-13T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:29:47.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy&apos;s turn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Mommy's Turn - Preschool Stories</title><content type='html'>Just one of the great things about Josiah going to Preschool at our church is that Brad and I hear about his day. Some are, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Oh he is so good, he is so cute&lt;/span&gt;." (I know that isn't going to last forever.) Also the teachers will say, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"He tells the other kids what the right thing is.&lt;/span&gt;" My thought is oh, great he is bossy. But the teachers claim that the other kids listen to him. I was told about a situation in which one of his classmates was not sitting down and eating lunch as they should be. Josiah said, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"now, (insert name here), you need to sit down and eat your lunch, you know better than that."&lt;/span&gt; Does he hear that from us or from the teachers??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when Josiah went into Preschool he sat down to "read a book". Then he took the book to the play kitchen area, sat down at the table, ate some play breakfast while reading and talking to others. His teacher told me, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"It was a glimpse into your house when someone is doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; devotions while eating breakfast." &lt;/span&gt;This is something Brad does do. It is amazing what kids observe and you don't know they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aspect of him going to preschool at our church is that he is very comfortable there. We were concerned that he would be too comfortable and act like he does at home but so far he hasn't gotten that comfortable. But in some situations he is. One day I was "working from home" at the church and Brad was also there. Josiah came to Brad's office saying his tummy hurt. The teachers didn't know where he went. They knew he said his tummy hurt and they told him to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"hold on and I will take you to your dad&lt;/span&gt;." But Josiah just left. I guess he thought he knew the way why wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon Brad was doing a project with Noah, which is one of our preschool teacher's son. So Mrs. Cash offered to be with Josiah in the preschool while Noah and Brad did their thing. Mrs. Cash also had three other school aged kids with her. These school aged kids were teaching Josiah how to be a "gourmet chef " in the play kitchen by throwing veggies in the pan. Lets hope he forgets this trick before going to preschool next Tuesday. It was about time for Brad and Noah to be done so they decided to take Josiah over to the sanctuary building to Brad. Before going over there, Mrs. Cash asked Josiah if he had a jacket. He said, "&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yep, in Daddy's office."&lt;/span&gt; Mrs. Cash says,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;okay hold on and I will unlock the door and turn off the alarm." &lt;/span&gt;Too late Josiah already opened Brad's door and the alarm was going off. (When locking up the office no one locked Brad's door.) So the alarm is going off and it is loud. The kids including Josiah go hide in the preschool. Mrs. Cash is trying to get the alarm off while finding her little access code card. She can't get the alarm off. She calls the alarm company and they are asking her if she turned it off knowing good and well they can hear it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blaring&lt;/span&gt; over the phone. She eventually figures out that she needs to close the doors before she can turn off the alarm. The whole time she is saying, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"take the little guy, take the little guy."&lt;/span&gt; Luckily the police never came. (I can't stop laughing about this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I will have many more stories told to me over the years but I must say, these made me smile. If nothing else, he made Mrs. Cash sweat for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-8790439719443974064?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8790439719443974064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8790439719443974064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/11/mommys-turn.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Turn - Preschool Stories'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-368134424287837083</id><published>2009-11-06T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:34:58.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Not so Scary</title><content type='html'>I don't like Halloween. It is scary. People in masks scare me (except for doctors).  This year Halloween wasn't so scary.  I still don't like people in masks but I do like getting candy.  I dressed up as Diego for Halloween.  At preschool everyone dressed up and we went to a couple of places where we sang songs and they gave us candy.  We also had a party when we got back to preschool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;People came to our door wanting candy.  I didn't scream or cry but I wouldn't look at them either.  I didn't want to see anything scary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also went to a parade.  There were some scary things in the parade but I saw a lot of fun things too.  My favorite was the horse with bunny ears and tail. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some pictures of my Halloween.  Don't worry, they aren't scary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SvT00SUumsI/AAAAAAAABRg/tNQukOwHJU0/s1600-h/DSCN9322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401211032233220802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SvT00SUumsI/AAAAAAAABRg/tNQukOwHJU0/s200/DSCN9322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SvT00IcpQPI/AAAAAAAABRY/fLykisRJGxQ/s1600-h/DSCN9308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401211029582070002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SvT00IcpQPI/AAAAAAAABRY/fLykisRJGxQ/s200/DSCN9308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SvT0zplGL_I/AAAAAAAABRQ/AvfumXOJliI/s1600-h/DSCN9303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401211021296021490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SvT0zplGL_I/AAAAAAAABRQ/AvfumXOJliI/s200/DSCN9303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SvT0zWDxQoI/AAAAAAAABRI/hJiCAMHwnco/s1600-h/DSCN9299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401211016055964290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SvT0zWDxQoI/AAAAAAAABRI/hJiCAMHwnco/s200/DSCN9299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SvT0zMnbiEI/AAAAAAAABRA/69FQ61pK3As/s1600-h/DSCN9298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401211013521180738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SvT0zMnbiEI/AAAAAAAABRA/69FQ61pK3As/s200/DSCN9298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-368134424287837083?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/368134424287837083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/368134424287837083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-so-scary.html' title='Not so Scary'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SvT00SUumsI/AAAAAAAABRg/tNQukOwHJU0/s72-c/DSCN9322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-7562794495033406263</id><published>2009-10-23T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:33:27.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catch up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy&apos;s turn'/><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>I had surgery last week.  I am doing much better now.  Mommy has been talking  a lot about it on her blog: &lt;a href="http://www.alisondonoho.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.alisondonoho.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel bad before the surgery but they tell me I needed it.  I really liked all the attention I am getting.  I think my time of getting away with things is quickly coming to an end.  I am going back to preschool on Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-7562794495033406263?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7562794495033406263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7562794495033406263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/10/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-1900336065145745662</id><published>2009-10-06T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:17:26.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life through pictures'/><title type='text'>Summer in pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv5C52iEeI/AAAAAAAABKo/boYKJkAq-rg/s1600-h/parade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389675207363531234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv5C52iEeI/AAAAAAAABKo/boYKJkAq-rg/s200/parade.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv5CVaUILI/AAAAAAAABKg/nk6IyBEP4EU/s1600-h/DSCN7686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389675197581500594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv5CVaUILI/AAAAAAAABKg/nk6IyBEP4EU/s200/DSCN7686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv5BzvKhAI/AAAAAAAABKY/6FMK04qxBEU/s1600-h/DSCN7821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389675188542145538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv5BzvKhAI/AAAAAAAABKY/6FMK04qxBEU/s200/DSCN7821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv4EIGQ_QI/AAAAAAAABKQ/UMajb91dQ44/s1600-h/DSCN7854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389674128855858434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv4EIGQ_QI/AAAAAAAABKQ/UMajb91dQ44/s200/DSCN7854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv4DvF71GI/AAAAAAAABKI/1moYPdFJAdo/s1600-h/DSCN7918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389674122143585378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv4DvF71GI/AAAAAAAABKI/1moYPdFJAdo/s200/DSCN7918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv4CxMewiI/AAAAAAAABKA/3PepQL5aZ6A/s1600-h/DSCN8209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389674105528042018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv4CxMewiI/AAAAAAAABKA/3PepQL5aZ6A/s200/DSCN8209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv4CZkFFSI/AAAAAAAABJ4/UBvutf440jk/s1600-h/DSCN8343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389674099184571682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv4CZkFFSI/AAAAAAAABJ4/UBvutf440jk/s200/DSCN8343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv4BzdmJGI/AAAAAAAABJw/k-k0oATIq94/s1600-h/DSCN8350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389674088956830818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv4BzdmJGI/AAAAAAAABJw/k-k0oATIq94/s200/DSCN8350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv3G3eSCsI/AAAAAAAABJo/XNSgmVtyXeI/s1600-h/DSCN8368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389673076421167810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv3G3eSCsI/AAAAAAAABJo/XNSgmVtyXeI/s200/DSCN8368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv3GbAZ-CI/AAAAAAAABJg/67ui8ZwJVkQ/s1600-h/DSCN8556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389673068779665442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv3GbAZ-CI/AAAAAAAABJg/67ui8ZwJVkQ/s200/DSCN8556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv3FwnW7jI/AAAAAAAABJY/kwLmRJwGVW8/s1600-h/DSCN8566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389673057400319538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv3FwnW7jI/AAAAAAAABJY/kwLmRJwGVW8/s200/DSCN8566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv3FEfKdSI/AAAAAAAABJQ/N992T7fgH7w/s1600-h/DSCN8596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389673045554787618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv3FEfKdSI/AAAAAAAABJQ/N992T7fgH7w/s200/DSCN8596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv3Eg5KSXI/AAAAAAAABJI/Rx0LE83sZbg/s1600-h/5260_1140053955630_1655852700_351663_6643958_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389673036000151922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv3Eg5KSXI/AAAAAAAABJI/Rx0LE83sZbg/s200/5260_1140053955630_1655852700_351663_6643958_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv1zAZq3eI/AAAAAAAABJA/SUvvauro-HQ/s1600-h/DSCN8767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389671635708730850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv1zAZq3eI/AAAAAAAABJA/SUvvauro-HQ/s200/DSCN8767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv1yTcrfVI/AAAAAAAABI4/WPOdkr3cCNQ/s1600-h/DSCN8793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389671623641759058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv1yTcrfVI/AAAAAAAABI4/WPOdkr3cCNQ/s200/DSCN8793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv1xz2EDYI/AAAAAAAABIw/fxZR6ZmmnSQ/s1600-h/DSCN8799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389671615158291842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv1xz2EDYI/AAAAAAAABIw/fxZR6ZmmnSQ/s200/DSCN8799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv1xBnJ6hI/AAAAAAAABIo/mDnm01H9I6w/s1600-h/DSCN8863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389671601673988626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv1xBnJ6hI/AAAAAAAABIo/mDnm01H9I6w/s200/DSCN8863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv1wlb36GI/AAAAAAAABIg/hlbqzvaO504/s1600-h/DSCN8918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389671594110478434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv1wlb36GI/AAAAAAAABIg/hlbqzvaO504/s200/DSCN8918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-1900336065145745662?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/1900336065145745662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/1900336065145745662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/10/summer-in-pictures.html' title='Summer in pictures.'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Ssv5C52iEeI/AAAAAAAABKo/boYKJkAq-rg/s72-c/parade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-1710345653397917701</id><published>2009-09-20T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:59:42.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veggie Tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Me Potty Trained</title><content type='html'>Me talked about potty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;a href="http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/07/potty-training.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;. Me finally got it all figured out. Me still have accidents every once in awhile but I am wearing big boy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;underwear&lt;/span&gt; all the time. Me have lots of underwear: Cars, Elmo, Thomas, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still I am potty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trained&lt;/span&gt; we got to do all things Mommy and Daddy said I could do. I also got more and more gifts. (And they wonder why it too me so long, I wanted more presents.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SrbXh9YHpgI/AAAAAAAABGQ/PEignJ8_I0Q/s1600-h/puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383727382979388930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SrbXh9YHpgI/AAAAAAAABGQ/PEignJ8_I0Q/s200/puzzle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383727372913286098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SrbXhX4LG9I/AAAAAAAABGI/llvpa8d7I_c/s200/veggie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me got Veggie Tales things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SrbXg2BOJGI/AAAAAAAABGA/R9j8j7BNZgM/s1600-h/DSCN8982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383727363824428130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SrbXg2BOJGI/AAAAAAAABGA/R9j8j7BNZgM/s200/DSCN8982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me got to go to Fred Bird's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SrbXfv1OcfI/AAAAAAAABFw/k0N4ATUsIPo/s1600-h/DSCN8843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383727344983634418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SrbXfv1OcfI/AAAAAAAABFw/k0N4ATUsIPo/s200/DSCN8843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to the zoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SrbrmiKKi5I/AAAAAAAABGY/o554raZ9N0g/s1600-h/DSCN8895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383749451805002642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SrbrmiKKi5I/AAAAAAAABGY/o554raZ9N0g/s200/DSCN8895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to preschool. Me like preschool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-1710345653397917701?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/1710345653397917701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/1710345653397917701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-potty-trained.html' title='Me Potty Trained'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SrbXh9YHpgI/AAAAAAAABGQ/PEignJ8_I0Q/s72-c/puzzle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-7723722179088048759</id><published>2009-09-01T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:53:06.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy&apos;s turn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>First Day of Preschool Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sp2lYa3ZJpI/AAAAAAAABBY/Felzq_Dwd-g/s1600-h/DSCN8882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376635369097340562" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sp2lYa3ZJpI/AAAAAAAABBY/Felzq_Dwd-g/s200/DSCN8882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sp2lX0NmE3I/AAAAAAAABBQ/kRJpkJ2yMEE/s1600-h/DSCN8884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376635358721479538" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sp2lX0NmE3I/AAAAAAAABBQ/kRJpkJ2yMEE/s200/DSCN8884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sp2lXf_E8KI/AAAAAAAABBI/qvybEesX4Rg/s1600-h/DSCN8886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376635353291878562" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sp2lXf_E8KI/AAAAAAAABBI/qvybEesX4Rg/s200/DSCN8886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sp2ktr3cwzI/AAAAAAAABBA/TdmNV2K-X6w/s1600-h/DSCN8889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376634634926605106" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sp2ktr3cwzI/AAAAAAAABBA/TdmNV2K-X6w/s200/DSCN8889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sp2ktJk4LxI/AAAAAAAABA4/6ltKL7_GVj0/s1600-h/DSCN8894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376634625721904914" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sp2ktJk4LxI/AAAAAAAABA4/6ltKL7_GVj0/s200/DSCN8894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sp2ksgOQoYI/AAAAAAAABAw/_7bdwlxGG1I/s1600-h/DSCN8895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376634614621184386" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sp2ksgOQoYI/AAAAAAAABAw/_7bdwlxGG1I/s200/DSCN8895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sp2ksKmn3UI/AAAAAAAABAo/cBYN1DDfwvU/s1600-h/DSCN8896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376634608817790274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sp2ksKmn3UI/AAAAAAAABAo/cBYN1DDfwvU/s200/DSCN8896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sp2kr-kc7QI/AAAAAAAABAg/B4-KETMAbu0/s1600-h/DSCN8897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376634605587459330" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sp2kr-kc7QI/AAAAAAAABAg/B4-KETMAbu0/s200/DSCN8897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And he is still sleeping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-7723722179088048759?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7723722179088048759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7723722179088048759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-preschool-pics.html' title='First Day of Preschool Pics'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sp2lYa3ZJpI/AAAAAAAABBY/Felzq_Dwd-g/s72-c/DSCN8882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-5573097578894347907</id><published>2009-08-18T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:35:11.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy&apos;s turn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><title type='text'>Mommy's Turn -- cute or annoying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the past few days Josiah has said and done some very cute but could be annoying things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On the way to church I was driving, Josiah said,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Two hands."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; "What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"You need two hands on the wheel."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Where did you hear that?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"From Daddy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; asked Brad and he said he has never said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then we were watching TV and a picture of Obama came on. He said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"That is Lincoln." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Convincing&lt;/span&gt; him otherwise was difficult. But I was still impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then Brad was leaving and Josiah said,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Tell Daddy bye." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I said,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Bye Daddy". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"That my Daddy, you call him Pastor Brad." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last night we were eating dinner and he said,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Carrots are good for your eyes." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Who told you that?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Aunt Krista"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Almost every Sunday after church he takes an offering envelope home. He asks people for their phone numbers, doodles on it, and sticks it in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He has also recently taken a pouch out of my purse and says that it is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"his purse".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He is doing much better with potty training and wears big boy underwear most of the time. He has several different kinds: Thomas, Elmo, Diego. The other morning he said,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I love Thomas and Diego and Elmo and Lighting McQueen and Mommy and Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of the cutest thing is when he dances. He also can get dramatic about it. I am not sure where he gets that from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I think these things are really cute. But I am not sure I am going to like him telling my how to drive for the next 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-5573097578894347907?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5573097578894347907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5573097578894347907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/08/mommys-turn-cute-or-annoying.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Turn -- cute or annoying'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-8535320766318294758</id><published>2009-08-12T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:39:36.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Mommy and Daddy and me went on vacation.  It was a short vacation.  First we visited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elyza&lt;/span&gt; and Malachi.  They have a new baby brother, Josias.  It was a little confusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After me played there for awhile we got back in the car and traveled a little longer to Santa Claus, IN.  Me saw lots of Santa Claus.  We stayed in a RV.  Mommy and Daddy were at one end and me was at the other.  Some of our other friends were there too.  They are funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we all went to Holiday World.  Me not so sure about it at first.  But then me really liked it. Me want to go back right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN5p1S1cQI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/PeBYQI-e9uI/s1600-h/DSCN8647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369268940343439618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN5p1S1cQI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/PeBYQI-e9uI/s200/DSCN8647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN5pSut2YI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/EwZMkp8QCSs/s1600-h/DSCN8650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369268931065141634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN5pSut2YI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/EwZMkp8QCSs/s200/DSCN8650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN5ViG_7cI/AAAAAAAAA6I/iYEWMJeKh7o/s1600-h/DSCN8664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369268591596137922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN5ViG_7cI/AAAAAAAAA6I/iYEWMJeKh7o/s200/DSCN8664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN5Uvs0myI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ThQ-5UTmamw/s1600-h/DSCN8674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369268578064571170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN5Uvs0myI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ThQ-5UTmamw/s200/DSCN8674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN5UNbK7MI/AAAAAAAAA54/XAhC_P8a1W8/s1600-h/DSCN8690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369268568863730882" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN5UNbK7MI/AAAAAAAAA54/XAhC_P8a1W8/s200/DSCN8690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN5TiLaVWI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Aq-UfdrPLh8/s1600-h/DSCN8677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369268557254907234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN5TiLaVWI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Aq-UfdrPLh8/s200/DSCN8677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN5TBfKa7I/AAAAAAAAA5o/ns8Mci_TYuw/s1600-h/DSCN8700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369268548479380402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN5TBfKa7I/AAAAAAAAA5o/ns8Mci_TYuw/s200/DSCN8700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN4hyhmTqI/AAAAAAAAA5g/OP-01ovI-gY/s1600-h/DSCN8714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369267702649474722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN4hyhmTqI/AAAAAAAAA5g/OP-01ovI-gY/s200/DSCN8714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN4hGjX5dI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/vnam2JM3BQk/s1600-h/DSCN8719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369267690845758930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN4hGjX5dI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/vnam2JM3BQk/s200/DSCN8719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN4gi7_v1I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/hO4RmviNhio/s1600-h/DSCN8737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369267681285357394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN4gi7_v1I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/hO4RmviNhio/s200/DSCN8737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN4fw89TmI/AAAAAAAAA5I/p5TtM4hd2Yg/s1600-h/DSCN8748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369267667867618914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN4fw89TmI/AAAAAAAAA5I/p5TtM4hd2Yg/s200/DSCN8748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN4fMgRFkI/AAAAAAAAA5A/tmpJBqrHI4g/s1600-h/DSCN8755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369267658083604034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN4fMgRFkI/AAAAAAAAA5A/tmpJBqrHI4g/s200/DSCN8755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-8535320766318294758?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8535320766318294758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8535320766318294758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SoN5p1S1cQI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/PeBYQI-e9uI/s72-c/DSCN8647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-8546604717202359064</id><published>2009-07-23T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:42:19.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><title type='text'>Potty Training</title><content type='html'>Me know, me know, me can't go to Preschool if me not potty trained. "Potty trained" means not going pee or poop in my pants and wearing big-boy underwear. The past couple of weeks me have been going around naked while at home. Me0 have the peeing down. It is the pooping that me don't like. So me  just don't do it. Unless me not at home and have pull-up on. For some reason that upsets Mommy and Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week me taught my Elephant how to poop on the potty.  When me got up me had to check his diaper and it was dirty.  Not good, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elphie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Smkpw4YmHhI/AAAAAAAAA0I/tyVDZ0INRe0/s1600-h/DSCN8413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361862751107292690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Smkpw4YmHhI/AAAAAAAAA0I/tyVDZ0INRe0/s200/DSCN8413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then me sat him on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt; and read him a story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SmkpxQcP0vI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/sAJtPbLj3lU/s1600-h/DSCN8420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361862757565059826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SmkpxQcP0vI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/sAJtPbLj3lU/s200/DSCN8420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It took a few times but he finally pooped in the potty.  Mommy and me made some cupcakes for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Elphie&lt;/span&gt; and had a party.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SmkpxpjQbrI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/LWRxk1V9On4/s1600-h/DSCN8421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361862764305346226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SmkpxpjQbrI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/LWRxk1V9On4/s200/DSCN8421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Elphie&lt;/span&gt; gets to wear Big-boy underwear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SmkqmnDd0QI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Yie2x5XQ2F0/s1600-h/DSCN8422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361863674168201474" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SmkqmnDd0QI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Yie2x5XQ2F0/s200/DSCN8422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Everyone was so happy for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Elphie&lt;/span&gt;.  Hopefully me will get a party soon.  Mommy and Daddy say me can go to the zoo, get a Veggie Tales toy, and have a party when me potty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;trained&lt;/span&gt;.  Me just holding out for more.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-8546604717202359064?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8546604717202359064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8546604717202359064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/07/potty-training.html' title='Potty Training'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Smkpw4YmHhI/AAAAAAAAA0I/tyVDZ0INRe0/s72-c/DSCN8413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-4785041050986357247</id><published>2009-07-20T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:19:26.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Rookie Baseball</title><content type='html'>The past two weeks I have been in Rookie Baseball.  We did stretches, ran the bases, batted, and learned to throw the ball.  I didn't like doing everything.  I wanted Mommy or Daddy with me all the time.  I just don't like everyone looking at me.  By the end of it, I was really liking it.  Next, is Rookie Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SmTCmdFq-fI/AAAAAAAAA0A/qhDyEqEDFFg/s1600-h/DSCN8246.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SmTCmdFq-fI/AAAAAAAAA0A/qhDyEqEDFFg/s1600-h/DSCN8246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360623422376966642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SmTCmdFq-fI/AAAAAAAAA0A/qhDyEqEDFFg/s320/DSCN8246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SmTCmNALPcI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5H9MFLbrv8Y/s1600-h/DSCN8282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360623418058948034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SmTCmNALPcI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5H9MFLbrv8Y/s320/DSCN8282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SmTCl7DvpdI/AAAAAAAAAzw/DpXQGXXE0AM/s1600-h/DSCN8287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360623413242078674" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SmTCl7DvpdI/AAAAAAAAAzw/DpXQGXXE0AM/s320/DSCN8287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SmTCli3ASrI/AAAAAAAAAzo/vA3r2TufGeU/s1600-h/DSCN8348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360623406746192562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SmTCli3ASrI/AAAAAAAAAzo/vA3r2TufGeU/s320/DSCN8348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SmTClHK60qI/AAAAAAAAAzg/MtGwIPFUGNM/s1600-h/DSCN8350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360623399313527458" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SmTClHK60qI/AAAAAAAAAzg/MtGwIPFUGNM/s320/DSCN8350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-4785041050986357247?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4785041050986357247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4785041050986357247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/07/rookie-baseball.html' title='Rookie Baseball'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SmTCmdFq-fI/AAAAAAAAA0A/qhDyEqEDFFg/s72-c/DSCN8246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-7905217265874788538</id><published>2009-07-11T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:24:44.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cecilie'/><title type='text'>Engaged!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uncle Andy and Tanya are going to get married!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Tanya is going to be my aunt and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cecilie&lt;/span&gt; is going to be my cousin!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I am not really sure what a cousin is but my mom seems excited about it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357424237479637330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sllk9YoKsVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/LOkscRf9V_M/s320/DSCN8155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-7905217265874788538?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7905217265874788538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7905217265874788538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/07/engaged.html' title='Engaged!!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sllk9YoKsVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/LOkscRf9V_M/s72-c/DSCN8155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-3126369503765830606</id><published>2009-07-09T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:55:24.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><title type='text'>We are family!!</title><content type='html'>Uncle Andy, Tanya and Cecie came to visit us this week.  We had lots of fun.  I miss Cecie.  Here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Slasa5luYRI/AAAAAAAAAvE/X77eABxRfzI/s1600-h/DSCN8237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356658384939409682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Slasa5luYRI/AAAAAAAAAvE/X77eABxRfzI/s200/DSCN8237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlasaaGy-qI/AAAAAAAAAu8/8aCT_BVwB2M/s1600-h/DSCN8240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356658376488188578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlasaaGy-qI/AAAAAAAAAu8/8aCT_BVwB2M/s200/DSCN8240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlasZmpzZ2I/AAAAAAAAAus/CUVMHxql_ec/s1600-h/DSCN8226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356658362676373346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlasZmpzZ2I/AAAAAAAAAus/CUVMHxql_ec/s200/DSCN8226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlasaBdVhbI/AAAAAAAAAu0/1cbFAMjkqks/s1600-h/DSCN8235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356658369871840690" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlasaBdVhbI/AAAAAAAAAu0/1cbFAMjkqks/s200/DSCN8235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlasY5Uaq7I/AAAAAAAAAuk/Xn5Kgyad7Ro/s1600-h/DSCN8218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356658350507076530" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlasY5Uaq7I/AAAAAAAAAuk/Xn5Kgyad7Ro/s200/DSCN8218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlaqkuC_OSI/AAAAAAAAAuM/rQRrbtgCzJ8/s1600-h/IMG_2708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356656354616359202" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlaqkuC_OSI/AAAAAAAAAuM/rQRrbtgCzJ8/s200/IMG_2708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlaqlhNVFcI/AAAAAAAAAuc/t_gP1gGeNEE/s1600-h/IMG_2761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356656368349943234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlaqlhNVFcI/AAAAAAAAAuc/t_gP1gGeNEE/s200/IMG_2761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlaqlLD3rBI/AAAAAAAAAuU/tQg-zvovxbQ/s1600-h/IMG_2771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356656362404686866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlaqlLD3rBI/AAAAAAAAAuU/tQg-zvovxbQ/s200/IMG_2771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlaqkO2n5XI/AAAAAAAAAuE/HCmZW6uhN34/s1600-h/IMG_2706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356656346242999666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlaqkO2n5XI/AAAAAAAAAuE/HCmZW6uhN34/s200/IMG_2706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlaqjvukAuI/AAAAAAAAAt8/h9PNDWCk-NY/s1600-h/IMG_2695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356656337887691490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlaqjvukAuI/AAAAAAAAAt8/h9PNDWCk-NY/s200/IMG_2695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlapNv3LBLI/AAAAAAAAAtc/lomZG2mlLLA/s1600-h/DSCN8158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356654860455052466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlapNv3LBLI/AAAAAAAAAtc/lomZG2mlLLA/s200/DSCN8158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlapNSeTLDI/AAAAAAAAAtU/JTk9Ncl4ahI/s1600-h/DSCN8153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356654852566101042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlapNSeTLDI/AAAAAAAAAtU/JTk9Ncl4ahI/s200/DSCN8153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlapO0oRRjI/AAAAAAAAAt0/oDQG4f9OEMI/s1600-h/DSCN8209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356654878914594354" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlapO0oRRjI/AAAAAAAAAt0/oDQG4f9OEMI/s200/DSCN8209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlapOT__70I/AAAAAAAAAts/d6Z9IgnTHYQ/s1600-h/DSCN8177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356654870155751234" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlapOT__70I/AAAAAAAAAts/d6Z9IgnTHYQ/s200/DSCN8177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlapODuYhhI/AAAAAAAAAtk/8n_8R7CHMGY/s1600-h/DSCN8163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356654865786897938" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlapODuYhhI/AAAAAAAAAtk/8n_8R7CHMGY/s200/DSCN8163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-3126369503765830606?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/3126369503765830606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/3126369503765830606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-are-family.html' title='We are family!!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Slasa5luYRI/AAAAAAAAAvE/X77eABxRfzI/s72-c/DSCN8237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-170556054449807923</id><published>2009-07-07T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:21:23.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><title type='text'>My "hint, hint" worked</title><content type='html'>I got some pictures of my time with Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Donoho&lt;/span&gt;. Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQd44xfDrI/AAAAAAAAArs/Z8qSrdyLMRc/s1600-h/IMG_5096_006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355938720000183986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQd44xfDrI/AAAAAAAAArs/Z8qSrdyLMRc/s200/IMG_5096_006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQd49aMRvI/AAAAAAAAArk/yMImHNiixzk/s1600-h/IMG_5070_017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355938721244661490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQd49aMRvI/AAAAAAAAArk/yMImHNiixzk/s200/IMG_5070_017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQd4tt0RMI/AAAAAAAAArc/OUzvU_aGDSg/s1600-h/IMG_5023_032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355938717032006850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQd4tt0RMI/AAAAAAAAArc/OUzvU_aGDSg/s200/IMG_5023_032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQdsh1_A3I/AAAAAAAAArM/eb47BS08eAY/s1600-h/IMG_5005_015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355938507686609778" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQdsh1_A3I/AAAAAAAAArM/eb47BS08eAY/s200/IMG_5005_015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQds9i3ZYI/AAAAAAAAArU/UEVDGc1KAX8/s1600-h/IMG_5012_022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355938515122611586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQds9i3ZYI/AAAAAAAAArU/UEVDGc1KAX8/s200/IMG_5012_022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQd5GDJ6BI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ctxFIlU8API/s1600-h/IMG_5160_002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355938723563956242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQd5GDJ6BI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ctxFIlU8API/s200/IMG_5160_002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQdsafwv1I/AAAAAAAAArE/6jgrkZlfIh4/s1600-h/IMG_4929_029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355938505714351954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQdsafwv1I/AAAAAAAAArE/6jgrkZlfIh4/s200/IMG_4929_029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQdsIRoBLI/AAAAAAAAAq8/cHF4m9LhjVY/s1600-h/IMG_4925_027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355938500823221426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQdsIRoBLI/AAAAAAAAAq8/cHF4m9LhjVY/s200/IMG_4925_027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQdsBcKybI/AAAAAAAAAq0/wCrUuxJ7XS8/s1600-h/IMG_4920_022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355938498988394930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQdsBcKybI/AAAAAAAAAq0/wCrUuxJ7XS8/s200/IMG_4920_022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-170556054449807923?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/170556054449807923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/170556054449807923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-hint-hint-worked.html' title='My &quot;hint, hint&quot; worked'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SlQd44xfDrI/AAAAAAAAArs/Z8qSrdyLMRc/s72-c/IMG_5096_006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-4306638366068427854</id><published>2009-07-03T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:32:44.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catch up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><title type='text'>Catch Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my mom's favorite jokes is: Daddy, Mommy and Baby Tomato were walking down the sidewalk when Baby Tomato was falling behind. Daddy went back to Baby and bonked him on the head and said, "Catch up." -- Yeah, I don't get it either, however I thought it was good to start my post that way since I haven't written in awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent several days at Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Donoho&lt;/span&gt; while Mommy and Daddy went somewhere on a plane. I hope Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Donoho&lt;/span&gt; will send me some pictures so I can show you what I did. (hint, hint)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sk7V-GT8iVI/AAAAAAAAAp0/N7i-J9WX07U/s1600-h/DSCN8177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354452269812975954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sk7V-GT8iVI/AAAAAAAAAp0/N7i-J9WX07U/s200/DSCN8177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Andy, Tanya, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cecie&lt;/span&gt; come to visit us. We took them to my zoo. I had to show them around and make sure we saw all the good animals.  We also went to the park.  We have had lots of fun.  I will be sad when they go back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Abbi's party but they didn't have any cake or party hats so I guess it wasn't a birthday party.  I had fun running around, going down the slide and catching fireflies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week Daddy is going to be gone again.  He has been gone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;.  Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Frazee&lt;/span&gt; will be here with Mommy and me.  I am excited.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know if you get Mommy's joke because I like making people laugh and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; remember that one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-4306638366068427854?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4306638366068427854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4306638366068427854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/07/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sk7V-GT8iVI/AAAAAAAAAp0/N7i-J9WX07U/s72-c/DSCN8177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-7860098511952218352</id><published>2009-06-22T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:25:28.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><title type='text'>Putt Putt?!?!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Father's Day. Mom said I needed to be nice to Dad. Of course, I am always nice. We went to church and I gave Daddy the card I picked out. It had a button on it which is why I liked it. It said something about being the boss, or something like that. All I know is that Mommy was making him tell everyone about it. I guess it is because we all know who is the boss around here: me. Except they keep telling me I am not so maybe really it is Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went Putt Putt golfing. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I had no idea what that is or what that means. But I got to hit a ball so I thought that was fun. On the first one, Daddy helped me and my ball went into the hole on the first hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sj_6pDXDm5I/AAAAAAAAAns/1reAP2aT5X4/s1600-h/DSCN7916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350270465523030930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sj_6pDXDm5I/AAAAAAAAAns/1reAP2aT5X4/s320/DSCN7916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sj_6o1_BrbI/AAAAAAAAAnk/yIX66TSEOBU/s1600-h/DSCN7918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350270461932580274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sj_6o1_BrbI/AAAAAAAAAnk/yIX66TSEOBU/s320/DSCN7918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the ball didn't get in the hole on the first try, I would sometimes pick up the ball and get it really close to the hole and hit it in. I had so much fun hitting the ball, watching the waterfall, and running around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sj_6oXVuaaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/g5O2NzJMf-4/s1600-h/DSCN7937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350270453706287522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sj_6oXVuaaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/g5O2NzJMf-4/s320/DSCN7937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the night I was really sweaty but we got ice cream. What a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sj_6oK_YvcI/AAAAAAAAAnU/fD1bU6sDqOQ/s1600-h/DSCN7962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350270450391367106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sj_6oK_YvcI/AAAAAAAAAnU/fD1bU6sDqOQ/s320/DSCN7962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350270444871783714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sj_6n2balSI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6tcjv6fqb34/s320/DSCN7964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Josiah and I were watching the news when the sports came on.  They were talking about the US Open.  He said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that is where we were last night." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now that is funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-7860098511952218352?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7860098511952218352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7860098511952218352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/06/putt-putt.html' title='Putt Putt?!?!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/Sj_6pDXDm5I/AAAAAAAAAns/1reAP2aT5X4/s72-c/DSCN7916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-6302884715969307843</id><published>2009-06-15T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:07:34.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><title type='text'>Sandbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For awhile now I have heard Daddy talking about "working on the sandbox". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was my old sandbox:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcKWSDi0HI/AAAAAAAAAlc/JBGJ929aCs0/s1600-h/DSCN7811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347754460445855858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcKWSDi0HI/AAAAAAAAAlc/JBGJ929aCs0/s200/DSCN7811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I helped Daddy dig:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcKFGYYsGI/AAAAAAAAAlU/lkUKpqIhfic/s1600-h/DSCN7766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347754165254271074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcKFGYYsGI/AAAAAAAAAlU/lkUKpqIhfic/s200/DSCN7766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347754146220835410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcKD_edglI/AAAAAAAAAk0/MKvDyleCric/s200/DSCN7788.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This was the "box". I wasn't really sure what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcKE0CQAAI/AAAAAAAAAlM/zIS4vhGVCzA/s1600-h/DSCN7768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347754160329588738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcKE0CQAAI/AAAAAAAAAlM/zIS4vhGVCzA/s200/DSCN7768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the box got in the hole we dug:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcKEegfzBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/3NE7v8ALQmg/s1600-h/DSCN7785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347754154550873106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcKEegfzBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/3NE7v8ALQmg/s200/DSCN7785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcJO_M6xcI/AAAAAAAAAks/EZuVgWQt6F8/s1600-h/DSCN7794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347753235614188994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcJO_M6xcI/AAAAAAAAAks/EZuVgWQt6F8/s200/DSCN7794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got to play in it. It was cold and wet but I still wanted to play in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcJOdBv2yI/AAAAAAAAAkk/bpkHtOHqX9k/s1600-h/DSCN7799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347753226440530722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcJOdBv2yI/AAAAAAAAAkk/bpkHtOHqX9k/s200/DSCN7799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcJOELG7TI/AAAAAAAAAkc/riQSkNnDXnw/s1600-h/DSCN7801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347753219768905010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcJOELG7TI/AAAAAAAAAkc/riQSkNnDXnw/s200/DSCN7801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like getting dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcJN6uvu_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/wLEtFl6kgN8/s1600-h/DSCN7816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347753217234025458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcJN6uvu_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/wLEtFl6kgN8/s200/DSCN7816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I just sat on the side and played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcJNqmm7vI/AAAAAAAAAkM/meilJoUPdvc/s1600-h/DSCN7821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347753212904926962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcJNqmm7vI/AAAAAAAAAkM/meilJoUPdvc/s200/DSCN7821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am excited for when the sand is dry so I can play more. Daddy built this for me. It has a place for my toys. It has benches and will have a lid to it too. It is really cool. Thanks Dad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-6302884715969307843?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6302884715969307843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6302884715969307843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/06/sandbox.html' title='Sandbox'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjcKWSDi0HI/AAAAAAAAAlc/JBGJ929aCs0/s72-c/DSCN7811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-896778839134194087</id><published>2009-06-11T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:20:24.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><title type='text'>My Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never know what my parents have planned for me. Sometimes we go to the library. Sometimes we go shopping. Sometimes we go to the zoo. Sometimes we go to the movies. Sometimes we go to church. And then sometimes we do them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjG4oUr1XlI/AAAAAAAAAhY/C9d27rH-YeM/s1600-h/DSCN7730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346257235552329298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjG4oUr1XlI/AAAAAAAAAhY/C9d27rH-YeM/s200/DSCN7730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We started the day at a movie.  It was early to go the movies.  Daddy got to come with us because he had been working a lot lately.  The movie was Curious George.  I was a little concerned we were going to get in trouble because I didn't see Mommy or Daddy pay for the tickets.  (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SHHHH&lt;/span&gt;, don't tell anyone!!)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjG4oUr1XlI/AAAAAAAAAhY/C9d27rH-YeM/s1600-h/DSCN7730.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjG4ohu6A1I/AAAAAAAAAhg/jaRBsmN1yMs/s1600-h/DSCN7733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346257239054877522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjG4ohu6A1I/AAAAAAAAAhg/jaRBsmN1yMs/s200/DSCN7733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then we saw some animals.  Not the zoo but still some animals.  (These animals didn't move.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After that, we had lunch, dropped Daddy off so he could work and Mommy and I went home.  I took a nap.  When I woke up Mommy took me to the library and then to church.  We were helping Ms. Tammi.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjG4pGpB43I/AAAAAAAAAho/7ulUjy9UzZQ/s1600-h/DSCN7738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346257248962339698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjG4pGpB43I/AAAAAAAAAho/7ulUjy9UzZQ/s200/DSCN7738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Me not wanting my pictures taken.  I mean who am I, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Suri&lt;/span&gt; Cruise?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjG4ppdnZxI/AAAAAAAAAh4/wF8GgKym70w/s1600-h/DSCN7741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346257258309707538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjG4ppdnZxI/AAAAAAAAAh4/wF8GgKym70w/s200/DSCN7741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I found a frog on the playground.  I wouldn't touch it. But at least it was an alive animal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjG4pSgsGpI/AAAAAAAAAhw/LTDUmOe8uPg/s1600-h/DSCN7740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346257252148583058" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjG4pSgsGpI/AAAAAAAAAhw/LTDUmOe8uPg/s200/DSCN7740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me after "helping" Ms. Tammi.  I had lots of fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The night ended with a bath.  What a day!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-896778839134194087?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/896778839134194087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/896778839134194087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-wednesday.html' title='My Wednesday'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjG4oUr1XlI/AAAAAAAAAhY/C9d27rH-YeM/s72-c/DSCN7730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-2704739939144390216</id><published>2009-06-10T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:23:56.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around the house'/><title type='text'>My Big Boy Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I moved into my "Big Boy Room" a few months ago but I hadn't put pictures up on my new blog so I thought I would. I love my new room. It is all about sports.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB2NWKjWYI/AAAAAAAAAhI/duyxfW5WVoo/s1600-h/DSCN7267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345902729348995458" style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB2NWKjWYI/AAAAAAAAAhI/duyxfW5WVoo/s320/DSCN7267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Book/Game shelf&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB15rViDJI/AAAAAAAAAhA/9nX6zGBwnEI/s1600-h/DSCN7266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345902391434808466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB15rViDJI/AAAAAAAAAhA/9nX6zGBwnEI/s320/DSCN7266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB15VNRy8I/AAAAAAAAAg4/KxpGWYDKaI8/s1600-h/DSCN7265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345902385494608834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB15VNRy8I/AAAAAAAAAg4/KxpGWYDKaI8/s320/DSCN7265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Behind the door. Notice my dinosaur. I like to scare people with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB15AjihVI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ordKhBNc3as/s1600-h/DSCN7264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345902379950835026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB15AjihVI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ordKhBNc3as/s320/DSCN7264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My bed with Doggy and Elmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB141H64iI/AAAAAAAAAgo/WsJTVY48kzQ/s1600-h/DSCN7263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345902376882201122" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB141H64iI/AAAAAAAAAgo/WsJTVY48kzQ/s320/DSCN7263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Light switch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB14jL3rZI/AAAAAAAAAgg/TiGErHU7ayg/s1600-h/DSCN7262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345902372066930066" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB14jL3rZI/AAAAAAAAAgg/TiGErHU7ayg/s320/DSCN7262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cardinal picture thing. Why is my clothes in there?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB1XNPR66I/AAAAAAAAAgY/lrph2BGiIXo/s1600-h/DSCN7261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345901799239969698" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB1XNPR66I/AAAAAAAAAgY/lrph2BGiIXo/s320/DSCN7261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And of course an ILLINI one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB1WtIJ5YI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ZbtRBrreI3g/s1600-h/DSCN7260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345901790620149122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB1WtIJ5YI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ZbtRBrreI3g/s320/DSCN7260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB1Wdqb2XI/AAAAAAAAAgI/85nVLoTfLsg/s1600-h/DSCN7259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345901786468964722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB1Wdqb2XI/AAAAAAAAAgI/85nVLoTfLsg/s320/DSCN7259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A scoreboard.  It is also my birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB1WIp25MI/AAAAAAAAAgA/f8TuiJhrG9o/s1600-h/DSCN7258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345901780829398210" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB1WIp25MI/AAAAAAAAAgA/f8TuiJhrG9o/s320/DSCN7258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That is me.  No really it is.  I had to stand there while Grandma Donoho traced me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB1V8ExYOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/3YDQSl8e210/s1600-h/DSCN7257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345901777452622050" style="WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB1V8ExYOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/3YDQSl8e210/s320/DSCN7257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My closet doors.  They are lockers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to all come see it sometime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-2704739939144390216?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/2704739939144390216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/2704739939144390216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-big-boy-room.html' title='My Big Boy Room'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SjB2NWKjWYI/AAAAAAAAAhI/duyxfW5WVoo/s72-c/DSCN7267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-854832625728224405</id><published>2009-06-08T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:55:37.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veggie Tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy&apos;s turn'/><title type='text'>Veggie Tales - Mommy Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Josiah loves Veggie Tales. Every time we go to the library he get a new Veggie Tales video. We have a lot of them but he can always find one we don't have. Today we were looking at Veggie Tales videos on You Tube. We came across this one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n5uujMb_hbo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n5uujMb_hbo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The conversation went like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Alison: Isn't this funny, he doesn't have a belly button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Josiah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; That guy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(pointing to the screen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A: Yeah, that guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And Larry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A: Yeah Larry doesn't have a belly button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And Bob the Tomato?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A:Yeah Bob doesn't have a belly button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And ajlknlhoe fingers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A: No they don't have fingers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No, does uniour aperagus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A: Oh, Junior Asparagus. No he doesn't have a belly button. Do you have one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yep, do you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(lifts up my shirt) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a big one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;("big one" was drawn out to make it seem my belly button is as big as Bob the Tomato. It is clearly not!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;His favorite part is whent the doctor raps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-854832625728224405?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/854832625728224405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/854832625728224405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/06/veggie-tales-mommy-post.html' title='Veggie Tales - Mommy Post'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-2224068600912096366</id><published>2009-06-06T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:08:26.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><title type='text'>Where is my piggy??</title><content type='html'>As I said Daddy was in Mississippi this week.  He is helping build houses.  We did a lot of fun things while he was gone.  On Monday mommy got a picture from Daddy and he had my pig!!  It is okay because I have lots of pigs.  I am glad the pig could keep him company.  And he promises to bring it home with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the adventures my pig had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SisRagdxq0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/I4GrExA7YXA/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344384529894320962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SisRagdxq0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/I4GrExA7YXA/s200/DSC00350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the bedroom Daddy slept in.  I hope piggy didn't fall off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SisRanR0dZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/mMgIGkZxdrk/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344384531723220370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SisRanR0dZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/mMgIGkZxdrk/s200/DSC00341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Where Daddy was working.  He looks like Bob the Builder.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SisRa4D3EMI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Znx5yjzTnX0/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344384536228073666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SisRa4D3EMI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Znx5yjzTnX0/s200/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With the whole crew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SisRafNcx5I/AAAAAAAAAfY/mzjzvn_lKk8/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344384529557407634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SisRafNcx5I/AAAAAAAAAfY/mzjzvn_lKk8/s200/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Be careful, Piggy. You are supposed to be on the top of the ladder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-2224068600912096366?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/2224068600912096366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/2224068600912096366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-is-my-piggy.html' title='Where is my piggy??'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SisRagdxq0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/I4GrExA7YXA/s72-c/DSC00350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-5588952544701438157</id><published>2009-06-02T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:38:44.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Circus</title><content type='html'>Daddy is gone for the week.  He went to Mississippi.  (Yes I can pronounce it!!)  Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frazee&lt;/span&gt; is here with Mommy.  They took me to the circus.  I wanted to see the Elephants, Zebras, Dogs and Lions.  Mommy kept telling me she wasn't sure if they had all those animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did see some Elephants, Dogs, Tigers and Clowns.  I wanted to stay far away from those Clowns.  I don't trust anyone with all that make up on.  We got see lots of cool things then all of the sudden Mommy and Grandma were picking everything up including me and running to the car.  When we got to the car it started to rain.  Then it started to really rain.  We got out of there just in time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SiXt0UnjOKI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OG4br-rCPSw/s1600-h/DSCN7628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342938016088537250" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SiXt0UnjOKI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OG4br-rCPSw/s200/DSCN7628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SiXtUa2ilHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/l2t-fGRSNeY/s1600-h/DSCN7606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342937468006208626" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SiXtUa2ilHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/l2t-fGRSNeY/s200/DSCN7606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SiXt0oiBB5I/AAAAAAAAAeA/Z_Xtu2yHzM4/s1600-h/DSCN7619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342938021434034066" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SiXt0oiBB5I/AAAAAAAAAeA/Z_Xtu2yHzM4/s200/DSCN7619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SiXtUILEOAI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/y16tyXTBJyQ/s1600-h/DSCN7602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342937462992025602" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SiXtUILEOAI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/y16tyXTBJyQ/s200/DSCN7602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SiXtVDTzjYI/AAAAAAAAAdw/dnDVuX66xI8/s1600-h/DSCN7629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342937478866374018" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SiXtVDTzjYI/AAAAAAAAAdw/dnDVuX66xI8/s200/DSCN7629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342937476481239090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SiXtU6bJSDI/AAAAAAAAAdo/u9A_d-0FcOc/s200/DSCN7616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SiXtU6bJSDI/AAAAAAAAAdo/u9A_d-0FcOc/s1600-h/DSCN7616.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-5588952544701438157?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5588952544701438157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5588952544701438157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/06/circus.html' title='The Circus'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SiXt0UnjOKI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OG4br-rCPSw/s72-c/DSCN7628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-5596495428086278565</id><published>2009-06-01T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:50:00.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy&apos;s turn'/><title type='text'>Mommy Post</title><content type='html'>Mommy said she would like to write something on my blog. Doesn't she have her own? Well Daddy is gone this week and he told me to do what Mommy says so I guess I should let her write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hello this is Alison or Josiah's mommy. I will occasionally write in here because there are just so many times that Josiah's amazes me. I figured you would enjoy the stories. When I am writing, I will be writing in yellow text. Most of the time it will be some sort of conversation among us. But sometimes it is just stuff he says out of the blue. For example when we were driving past Busch Stadium and Josiah said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"That is Fred Bird's House".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;How did he know that? He has only been a Busch Stadium one time and that was a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when we were getting in the van to go to church we noticed our neighbors were sitting out on their front porch. Josiah said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"There is Dave and Mary" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I said, "yeah what do you think they are doing?" He said&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Blowing Bubbles". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Of course, that is what Josiah does when he sits outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also loves to make his food into letters or different items. Yesterday he kept messing with his curly fries into "S's, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt;, and rainbows". And just now he ate a pretzel until it looked like an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad and I are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; amazed at things he remembers. I am not sure if that is good thing or not. He remembers how to get to certain places. He remembers stores we have only been to one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also picks up on things we say to him like "I don't think so", "What did you say?", and "That is really cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy reading about Josiah from Josiah and from me. He is truly a joy to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-5596495428086278565?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5596495428086278565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5596495428086278565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/06/mommy-post.html' title='Mommy Post'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-1509283249710043059</id><published>2009-05-29T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:33:18.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><title type='text'>The Great Outdoors</title><content type='html'>I love being outside.  Right now my favorite thing is blowing bubbles. I would do it all the time if my parents would let me.  I don't quite understand why they insist I be outside.  I also like sticky mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was outside with Mommy and I wanted to plant some flowers. We only had one flower that needed planted.  I guess this isn't something Mommy does because she was whining to Daddy about it.  (She doesn't like it when I whine, so why can she?)  So Daddy showed us how to do it and so we did.  I watered it too.  I wanted to water the grass but Daddy told me I would drown it.   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the Spring</title><content type='html'>Here are some pics from this Spring.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=8cc9e1e3d7bba2fc5a0e33" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=8cc9e1e3d7bba2fc5a0e33&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=8cc9e1e3d7bba2fc5a0e33&amp;skin_id=701&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/8cc9e1e3d7bba2fc5a0e33/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt0" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make photo slide shows at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-7454717231465707097?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/7454717231465707097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=7454717231465707097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7454717231465707097'/><link rel='self' 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I guess she thinks she can keep me on track this way.  Mommy has transferred all of the stories from my old website to here.  Since I know I am on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt;, I no longer have a website I have a "blog".  I also no longer write stories but I write "posts".  I haven't written a story or post  in over 8 months!!  (My mom did add a few posts she wrote about me from her &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.alisondonoho.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog address is &lt;a href="http://www.fireofthelord.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.fireofthelord.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Josiah means "Fire of the Lord".  Sometimes the "fire" comes out stronger than other times.  The title is "That Funny".  Right now that is my favorite saying.  I understand that it isn't exactly grammatically correct but I am only three.  It is amazing that I can type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the latest in my life.  Every couple of days I go to Busy Bears.  I have lots of fun there.  We play, sing, dance and eat.  They try to make me take a nap but that usually doesn't happen.  I have a new room.  I really like my new bed because I can get out.  I did get in trouble one day when I was supposed to be taking a nap and I was "playing" with books.  My parents really didn't like that I wanted the pictures out of the book.  I love going to the zoo, the park and church.  My parents are trying to potty train me.  They give me stickers and if I get so many stickers I get a toy.  I can potty on my own but I like getting toys so I will just let them think I can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be able to keep you updated on my life on here.  I will also post pictures because I know everyone loves seeing me being silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy seeing life through my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-4051805542248927520?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/4051805542248927520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=4051805542248927520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4051805542248927520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4051805542248927520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Welcome to my blog'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-7478912876530370840</id><published>2009-05-27T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:00:25.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Josiah is 3!!</title><content type='html'>April 27, 2009 - On one hand, it is hard to believe he is that old. On the other hand, I can't remember life before him. Saturday we had a Diego birthday party for him. I am not sure why he picked Diego because he only had one Diego thing but he picked it out of 5 other options. We had a great party with many friends and family. Josiah loved the presents but not our singing. He started to cry while we sang "Happy Birthday". He looked scared. I guess he doesn't like that attention. I am not sure he gets that from me. In the past year, he has changed so much. He talks. He tells us he loves us. He wants a hug and kiss before bed. He loves animals except if they get too close to him. He plays with other kids. He goes potty, occasionally. He also tell us "stop it right now". (We don't like it but it does show that he copies what we say.) He has turned into a wonderful little boy. I am not sure how we got so blessed with him. I don't think we have much to do with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SfYr91QcKII/AAAAAAAAATM/VqsIGWp8A88/s1600-h/DSCN7239.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SfYr9FPOoHI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kINAOs0A22o/s1600-h/DSCN7219.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SfYr8S2rqjI/AAAAAAAAASs/mGcxzUrvmaM/s1600-h/DSCN7213.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SfYr8hV3nYI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eg3yTXbQmlQ/s1600-h/DSCN7214.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SfYr9vvdNWI/AAAAAAAAATE/gDml_kMv194/s1600-h/DSCN7228.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SfYvuDZRojI/AAAAAAAAATk/tcwdJ1luYsU/s1600-h/DSCN7254.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SfYvtpb779I/AAAAAAAAATU/dKhEg3YZhGQ/s1600-h/DSCN7241.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/SfYvt4vEybI/AAAAAAAAATc/gQqCbeTZmKc/s1600-h/DSCN7242.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel very blessed to have such wonderful friends and family. Thank you for helping us raise our son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-7478912876530370840?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/7478912876530370840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=7478912876530370840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7478912876530370840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7478912876530370840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-josiah-is-3.html' title='Today Josiah is 3!!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-7773830607417441753</id><published>2009-05-27T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:58:05.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more!!</title><content type='html'>When Josiah was six months old we discovered that he had &lt;a href="http://familydoctor.org/online/famdocen/home/children/parents/toilet/370.html"&gt;Vesicoureteral Reflux.&lt;/a&gt; He was then put on daily medicine to prevent UTI. On Friday we found out he has outgrown it and therefore, no more medicine. YAY!! This is a story from Josiah's website (from his perspective) about when he was first diagnosed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;September 19, 2006 - We went to Children's Hospital in St. Louis to get tests on my urinary tract today. The first thing they did was to take me into this dark room. They put me on a table and put some goop on my stomach. The nurse then put some instrument on my stomach and an image was projected onto a machine. From what I overheard they were looking at my kidneys. Then after we waiting for a little while we went into another room. This time it wasn't as easy. Everyone in the room including Mommy and Daddy were wearing these thick aprons and I was naked on the table. Why don't I get a thick apron?? Daddy was holding my arms while the doctor inserted a catheter. They put some liquid into my bladder and then everyone waited for me to pee it out. They wanted to see if everything was functioning the way it is supposed to. Mommy tells me I did a very good job. I only cried one time. We are supposed to get the test results any day. (Note: We got the test results back and it was determined that I have a reflux problem in which urine comes back into my ureter tubes toward my kidneys. The doctor said I could grow out of it but it might take 3 to 4 years. In the mean time I am on medicine everyday.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two times he had the test were quite a bit more challenging. And since the test on Friday, he hasn't gone potty in the toilet once. We have decided not to push it for a few days because he says it hurts. Today we threw away his medicine. It was quite exciting. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/ShIcIcbaTvI/AAAAAAAAAXA/me36fbs5BrQ/s1600-h/DSCN7459.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/ShIcIs-lMYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/p0uU2W73yQs/s1600-h/DSCN7469.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/ShIcI4bxYII/AAAAAAAAAXY/lX2MR0TRgjk/s1600-h/DSCN7479.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a side note, I have something in the works for Josiah's website, so stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-7773830607417441753?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/7773830607417441753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=7773830607417441753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7773830607417441753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7773830607417441753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-more.html' title='No more!!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-7462620717052603489</id><published>2009-05-27T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:24:09.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2008</title><content type='html'>What can I say...my parents hog the computer.  Speaking of hogs, I love them.  Well I call them piggys but whatever you call them, they are one of my favorite animals.  It is a toss up between piggys and elphies.  We went to the State Fair to see animals.  Daddy, Mommy and Grandma Frazee took me.  They told me we were going to see animals and I said, "Elphies?"  But they told me we wouldn't see those at the fair.  We did see piggys, cows, sheep, horseies, and fish.  We had lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;This summer I have spent time with Grandparents as Mommy and Daddy have been busy.  I think they are sending me off again in a couple of weeks.  That is okay I love being with my Grandparents. &lt;br /&gt;The latest news is that they took my passy away from me.  I am trying to forget about it but I just can't.  I really like it.  It has been about 2 weeks now.  I was crabby for awhile hoping they would give it back to me but it didn't work.  And then I was really tired from not sleeping so I just gave in. But I still don't like it. I don't see what the big deal is anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-7462620717052603489?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/7462620717052603489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=7462620717052603489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7462620717052603489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7462620717052603489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-2008.html' title='Summer 2008'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-3245497111649669356</id><published>2009-05-27T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:23:19.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May - June 2008</title><content type='html'>I know, I know.  It has been a long time since I have written in here.  What can I say, Mommy and Daddy have me busy.  Ever since I showed them my joy for cleaning, that is all they let me do.  Luckily today I convinced them that I needed a break.  So, I will try to get you up to date on what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after my birthday, Mommy and I started to go to Play Pals.  Once a week we go and play with other kids my age at this cool place with lots of toys.  Well actually I don't really play with the other kids; I am just in the same room.  But I really like it because I get to play and we learn new songs.  At first, I just watched everyone but by the end I was doing the hand motions and singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking a lot more too.  I was always talking but I guess people couldn't really understand me.  I call myself "Siah" and tell everyone how old I am.  I tell them I am three but Mommy and Daddy correct me and say I am two.  I know I am two.  I just like teasing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy took me to the circus.  At first I didn't know what to expect.  There were these people dressed up in strange clothes, with big red noses and crazy hair.  One of them gave me a red ball but I guess you are supposed to put it on your nose because there is a slit in it.  Why would I want a nose that looks like ball? We saw a ton of cool things but my favorite was the elphies!!  It was the first time I saw a real elphie.  They are so big.  I was scared at first but then I told him "hi" and now we are friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the zoo.  That is what Daddy wanted to do for Father's Day.  I saw a lot of animals.  But once again my favorite was the elphies.  There were three of them.  One was the mommy and she was giving herself a bath with her nose.  I also liked the monkeys, birds and snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy bought me an Elmo potty and they sit me on every once in awhile. This week I actually went pee pee in the potty.  Mommy made a big deal about it and she gave me a sticker.  I am not really sure what I am doing but I guess that was good.  I personally think this is a private issue that I shouldn't be writing about but Mommy talks about to others all the time.  If she can talk about, then I can too.  I am proud to pee pee in my Elmo potty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-3245497111649669356?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/3245497111649669356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=3245497111649669356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/3245497111649669356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/3245497111649669356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-june-2008.html' title='May - June 2008'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-8859396087425938539</id><published>2009-05-27T13:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:22:06.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 2008</title><content type='html'>Finally the weather is nicer.  I have been playing outside some.  It seems as soon as gets nice, it gets cold again.  But there hasn't been snow so that is good.  I went to the doctor and I now weigh 34 pounds.  They also measured me and she said I was as long as a yard stick but Mommy and Daddy measured me at home and I am not quite that big.  I must have really stretched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now TWO!!!!  I had a party and got lots of presents.  I got many toys I can play outside with including a basketball hoop, a tee ball set and a soccer set.  I also got books and clothes and my big boy bedding.  Thank you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Donoho were here for awhile working on the house.  I am not exactly sure what they were doing but Daddy was up in the attic, Grandpa was cutting holes and Grandma patched the holes.  It was fun having them here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-8859396087425938539?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/8859396087425938539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=8859396087425938539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8859396087425938539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8859396087425938539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/april-2008.html' title='April 2008'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-5603947437735849165</id><published>2009-05-27T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:21:30.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Blog</title><content type='html'>Well, my mommy decided to start her own blog.  She is always on the computer so I don't get a chance to update my site.  I guess Mommy has priority over me.  If you want to be bored, you can check out her blog:  &lt;a href="http://www.alisondonoho.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.alisondonoho.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.  I am sure there are stories about me too but those won't be boring.  She finally let me on the computer so I can fill you all in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-5603947437735849165?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/5603947437735849165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=5603947437735849165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5603947437735849165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5603947437735849165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/mommys-blog.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-965664324028822442</id><published>2009-05-27T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:21:04.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February - March 2008</title><content type='html'>This winter we have a lot of snow. I got to play in it some but not very much. Most of the time the snow doesn't stay around very long. One time Grandma and Grandpa Donoho were down and Grandpa taught me how to throw snowballs. Mommy hopes I forget by next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Frazee has been down here a lot to play with me. We have lots of fun together. One time she brought Uncle Andy with her. He was on Spring Break. He is goofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy took me to see Horton Hears a Who. It was the first real movie I saw in a theater. Mommy tells me that they took me to another movie when I was a baby but I slept through the whole thing. I wasn't sure exactly what was going on the movie but I loved the big TV and the loud noise. And of course I liked the big elephant, which by the way, I can say now.&lt;br /&gt;I am saying a lot more words. Mommy was worried about me not talking but I was just holding out on them. My favorite word is still "no". My parents try to trick me to say no when I mean yes but they can't fool me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy redecorated our bathroom. It is a beach theme. It doesn't have carpet anymore. Mommy kept saying that we couldn't start to potty train until that was done. Well that has been done for a little while and still no potty training. That is fine with me. I don't think the potty needs to be trained. It seems to stay where it is supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was Easter. I dyed eggs and my fingers, hid eggs and found eggs. I also got all dressed up for church. It was lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kind of different. There was a baby here. Baby Ella was here but neither one of her parents were. Mommy said she was watching her while Ella's parents went to work. I liked Ella but she didn't play with me much. I read her a few books and we watched a movie together. Don't worry; Mommy was there the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Mommy and Daddy say that I am going through the "terrible twos" stage. The funny thing is that I am not even two. Just wait to see what I am like then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-965664324028822442?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/965664324028822442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=965664324028822442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/965664324028822442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/965664324028822442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/february-march-2008-this-winter-we-have.html' title='February - March 2008'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-5624239388166571976</id><published>2009-05-27T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:19:13.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots going on</title><content type='html'>January 31, 2008 - February 4, 2008 was an exciting month.  It started with us having a house full of people cheering on the Illini Football.  I guess we didn't cheer hard enough.  It ended with snow...lots of snow.  I got to play out in the over 8 inches of snow.  Basically I just sat in my sled and Mommy and Daddy pulled me around.  I didn't like standing in it because I just sank down.  It was cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the Super Bowl.  Mommy and Daddy took me over to Kirby and Cindy's house.  Several youth from church were there too.  And Baby Ella was there.  She was so tiny.  She was cute.  I can't wait for her to get bigger so I can play with her.  I am still a little scared of her dad. Even before she was born he told me "to stay away from her".  I am sure I can win him over though. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;In my short life I have realized that weather changes quick.  Friday I was playing 8 inches of snow. Sunday it rained a lot.  Monday it was 70 degrees and all the snow was gone.  I finally got to play with some of my outside toys I got for Christmas.  I played with my wagon and my tricycle.  Mommy also got out some bubbles.  Those are my favorite.  When Mommy and Daddy talk about them they say b-u-b-b-l-e-s.  Don't they know I know what they are spelling??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-5624239388166571976?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/5624239388166571976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=5624239388166571976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5624239388166571976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5624239388166571976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/lots-going-on.html' title='Lots going on'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-836094716931651232</id><published>2009-05-27T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:18:33.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November and December 2007</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know, I know it has been awhile since I have written in this.  What can I say, being a year and half brings new responsibilities which is making me busy.  Let's see if I can get you caught up on what has been happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer play alone in my room.  I know, can you believe how strict my parents are.  It all happened because when Daddy was throwing out the garbage bag of diapers he discovered that I put two shoes (not a pair) in there.  The only way he figured it out was because when he threw the bag in the garage he saw a blinking red light.  He went looking in the bag (nasty) to see what it was and discovered it was my blinking shoes.  Mommy tried to wash them but could never get rid of the smell.  I have new shoes now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Thanksgiving and Christmas.  For Thanksgiving we went to my Grandma Frazee's family.  There were a lot of people there.  My mommy doesn't even know who all of them are.  It was nice to see everyone though.  For Christmas we went all over.  I got a lot of toys.  My favorite is probably the bouncing Tigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For New Year's, our friends from Rantoul , came down.  There were six of them that came to stay with us for a few days.  I had lots of fun with them.  We then had even more people come over for the Rose Bowl.  Unfortunately our Illini didn't do very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that in 2008 I will do a better job keeping you all posted on what is happening in my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-836094716931651232?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/836094716931651232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=836094716931651232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/836094716931651232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/836094716931651232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/november-and-december-2007.html' title='November and December 2007'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-8903469687008689966</id><published>2009-05-27T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:17:26.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent's are gone</title><content type='html'>October 20-28, 2007 - My parents left me!!!  That is okay I had more fun at Grandparents' houses.  The first part of the week I was at Grandma and Grandpa Donohos.  Then I went to Grandma Frazee's and Uncle Andy was there too.  We had lots of fun playing.  I barely even knew my parents were gone.  But I was glad to see them.  I hope next time they take me with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-8903469687008689966?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/8903469687008689966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=8903469687008689966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8903469687008689966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8903469687008689966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/parents-are-gone.html' title='Parent&apos;s are gone'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-4000696192748030850</id><published>2009-05-27T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:16:41.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so cool weather</title><content type='html'>October 5-7, 2007 - In my short life I have come to understand that usually in October the temperature gets cooler.   Well, the first week of October it was in the 90s.   Daddy was doing an outdoor wedding and Mommy was going with.   So Grandma Frazee came to baby-sit.   Saturday night they also went to a bonfire.   The bonfire was more to keep away the bugs than for heat.   Another interesting thing about this October is that the Illini football team has been winning.   I am glad because it makes Daddy happy and I get new Illini clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-4000696192748030850?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/4000696192748030850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=4000696192748030850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4000696192748030850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4000696192748030850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-so-cool-weather.html' title='Not so cool weather'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-2169075826313854689</id><published>2009-05-27T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:15:48.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September happenings</title><content type='html'>September 2007 - This month went really fast.   I am walking all over all the time now.   I guess I have been since the beginning of August.   My favorite word is "ball" and I call everything a ball.   I love reading books and watching videos.   My favorite video is Veggie Tales Sing-A-Long.   And I do sing-a-long.   I have a new babysitter and she is great.   Mommy and Daddy have to put everything higher because now I can reach things.   The things I love to but shouldn't include changing the TV station with the remote, emptying the canned food cabinet, sorting the canned foods on the couch, playing with the computer keyboard, and hiding mommy's hairbrush.   I really just like Mommy having to see the classic Veggie Tales song, "Oh, where is my hairbrush."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-2169075826313854689?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/2169075826313854689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=2169075826313854689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/2169075826313854689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/2169075826313854689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/september-happenings.html' title='September happenings'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-9072816044838995250</id><published>2009-05-27T13:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:14:33.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>August 31 - September 3, 2007 (Labor Weekend) - A couple of weeks ago Daddy strayed something on the back yard that killed it.  I believe this was done on purpose.  Mommy says he just did so he wouldn't have to mow as much.  But really it is because the grass wasn't growing well and the yard was uneven.  So this weekend Grandma and Grandpa Donoho came to work on it.  They tilled it up with this really loud machine.  Then they put down some stuff that killed some more things.  It sounds really violent, doesn't it.  Then they put down some seed and watered it.  Hopefully by the Spring I can play out there.  Among all this yard stuff, Daddy, Grandpa, Uncle Ryan and Aunt Krista all went to the Illinois/Missouri football game.  They tickets at the last minute.  Mommy, Grandma and I went shopping.  I am not sure how I got stuck going shopping but they did get stuff for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-9072816044838995250?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/9072816044838995250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=9072816044838995250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/9072816044838995250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/9072816044838995250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/labor-day-weekend_27.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-9023073800354030700</id><published>2009-05-27T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:13:50.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Open House</title><content type='html'>August 29, 2007 - Tonight was the ice cream social open house for our church preschool.  I am not preschool age yet but my mommy keeps wondering when they will start taking 1 year olds.  It sounds like she wants to get rid of me.  Anyway, even though I am not in preschool I still got to go and play.  The first thing was that Abbi painted my hand.  I am not really sure why but she did.  Mommy wanted her to put a love bug on my hand.   She offered to put an Illini "I" on the other hand and Daddy liked that better.  After that I played in the play yard.  I had lots of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-9023073800354030700?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/9023073800354030700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=9023073800354030700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/9023073800354030700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/9023073800354030700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/preschool-open-house.html' title='Preschool Open House'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-5207607930156816640</id><published>2009-05-27T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:13:15.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vincennes, Indiana</title><content type='html'>August 24-25, 2007 - This weekend we got to visit our really good friends, the Hampschs.  They moved to Vincennes, Indiana last January.  This is the first time we got to see where they moved.  It seemed to take us a long time to get there but it only ended up to being a few hours.  I was so glad to see everyone when I got there.  Elyza showed me her room and we got to play together.  She liked to hold my hand.  I really didn't like that.  Mommy says that someday I will want to hold girl's hands.  Malachi and I got to play too.  On Friday night, Mommy and Daddy went out to dinner with Pastor Duke and Holly and left us kids with two babysitters.  I had so much fun that I didn't know my parents weren't there.  It was sad when we had to go back home.  I hope we can see them again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-5207607930156816640?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/5207607930156816640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=5207607930156816640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5207607930156816640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5207607930156816640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/vincennes-indiana.html' title='Vincennes, Indiana'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-8773049482970262431</id><published>2009-05-27T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:11:55.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Trip to the Zoo</title><content type='html'>July 24, 2007 - Uncle Ryan and Aunt Krista went to the Card/Cub game in St.Louis today.  Before they went to the game, Mommy, Daddy and I went with them to the zoo.  It was a lot of fun.  We saw elephants, penguins, and seals.  One of the seals got so close to me that I got scared.  I made sure that I wore my Cardinal outfit because Aunt Krista is a Cub fan.  I didn't want people to think that because I was seen with her that I was a Cub fan.  That would be awful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-8773049482970262431?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/8773049482970262431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=8773049482970262431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8773049482970262431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8773049482970262431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-trip-to-zoo.html' title='First Trip to the Zoo'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-7244994358786258171</id><published>2009-05-27T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:11:22.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back with Mommy and Daddy</title><content type='html'>July 19, 2007 - Today Daddy and I went to get Mommy.  We had to drive to this big place with lots of big planes.  Mommy was on one of those things. She was so happy to see us and we were happy to see her too.  I had fun with Grandma and Grandpa but I like being home too&lt;a name="15"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-7244994358786258171?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/7244994358786258171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=7244994358786258171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7244994358786258171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7244994358786258171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-with-mommy-and-daddy.html' title='Back with Mommy and Daddy'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-8462618801058322499</id><published>2009-05-27T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:10:31.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun time</title><content type='html'>July 15-18, 2007 - This whole time I spent at Grandma and Grandpa's house.  I went to church with them. We played outside.  I helped in the garden.  Uncle Ryan and Aunt Krista came up and I had fun with them too.  I had so much fun that I almost forgot that Mommy and Daddy weren't there.  Grandma took me home on Wednesday.  I was so glad to see Daddy but Mommy wasn't there??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-8462618801058322499?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/8462618801058322499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=8462618801058322499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8462618801058322499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8462618801058322499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-time.html' title='Fun time'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-7583413924849965382</id><published>2009-05-27T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:09:06.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My parents left me</title><content type='html'>July 14, 2007 - So a crazy thing happened today.  Mommy and Daddy left me with Grandma and Grandpa.  I wasn't sure what was going on.  I started to wave bye to Grandma and Grandpa but then I realized I wasn't leaving.  I didn't get upset though.  I knew that I would have fun with Grandma and Grandpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-7583413924849965382?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/7583413924849965382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=7583413924849965382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7583413924849965382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7583413924849965382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-parents-left-me.html' title='My parents left me'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-5514604154529293246</id><published>2009-05-27T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:08:23.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Grandma and Grandpa</title><content type='html'>July 13, 2007 - Today we went to lunch with Mommy's friend Karyn.  She is a lot of fun. And of course she loved me.  Later Daddy came.  He was supposed to ride the train up it was running late so he had to take the bus.  Grandma had to go get him.  I had a lot of fun with Daddy.  He took me on a ride on the four-wheeler and we played in the sand.  Grandma and Grandpa have a lot more stuff than we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-5514604154529293246?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/5514604154529293246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=5514604154529293246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5514604154529293246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5514604154529293246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-with-grandma-and-grandpa.html' title='Fun with Grandma and Grandpa'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-5611065407476770453</id><published>2009-05-27T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:07:21.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Friends</title><content type='html'>July 12, 2007 - Today we went to visit Mommy's friend Angela.  She has two girls, Sophia and Claire.  We had a lot of fun playing in the sand box and walking in the grass.  Later that night we went to see Garrett Jones play baseball.   The whole Jones family was there.  I tried to play catch with Allen through the fence.  It was much easier to play with Luke.  We were both on the same side of the fence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-5611065407476770453?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/5611065407476770453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=5611065407476770453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5611065407476770453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5611065407476770453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/visiting-friends.html' title='Visiting Friends'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-4686397882246820855</id><published>2009-05-27T13:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:06:04.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Champaign</title><content type='html'>July 11, 2007 - Today Mommy and I went to Champaign.  We went to the mall but we didn't go to shop.  We went to visit some of Mommy's co-workers.  No, she didn't work at the mall.  She worked with the 4-H program and they were having their summer show at the mall.  We saw a lot of people that just loved me.  Maybe people said to Mommy, "So this is what happened when you left us".  I guess they were referring to me.  We then went to Mommy's old office and there I got to crawl around and play.  I got into a lot of things.  It was fun.  At the end of the day we went to Grandma and Grandpa Donoho's house.  &lt;a name="20"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-4686397882246820855?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/4686397882246820855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=4686397882246820855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4686397882246820855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4686397882246820855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-to-champaign.html' title='Going to Champaign'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-6685930634242769377</id><published>2009-05-27T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:03:54.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>July 10, 2007 - Happy Birthday Mommy!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Today Daddy and I took Mommy out for her birthday.  We went to this really nice restaurant.  I felt a little out of place there but I just turned on my charm and everyone loved me.  Don't worry Mommy; you will always be 27 in my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-6685930634242769377?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/6685930634242769377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=6685930634242769377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6685930634242769377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6685930634242769377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-6861649658192042451</id><published>2009-05-27T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:03:13.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's in Champaign</title><content type='html'>July 9, 2007 - Mommy went up to Champaign.  I went to work with Daddy and then Abbi came out to our house to babysit me.  She can drive now!!!  I had a lot of fun with Abbi.  She was trying to get me to walk.  What they don't know is I can walk, I am just choosing not to.  I mean really if you can get everyone to carry you everywhere, would you walk??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-6861649658192042451?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/6861649658192042451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=6861649658192042451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6861649658192042451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6861649658192042451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/mommys-in-champaign.html' title='Mommy&apos;s in Champaign'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-8349285938437022216</id><published>2009-05-27T13:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:02:15.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>July 5-7, 2007 - Even though I was sick, Grandma Frazee and Uncle Andy came down to visit us.  They wanted to spend time with us before Andy went back to Georgia.  We went out to dinner and went to Daddy's softball game.  You would have never known I wasn't feeling well.  I am a good actor.  On Friday, Mommy and Daddy went out without me.  I got to stay with Grandma and Andy.  We had fun playing.  Grandma and Andy left on Saturday.  It was a fun weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-8349285938437022216?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/8349285938437022216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=8349285938437022216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8349285938437022216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8349285938437022216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-weekend.html' title='Fun Weekend'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-4047992689145447356</id><published>2009-05-27T13:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:01:29.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UTI again</title><content type='html'>July 1-7, 2007 - This was not a good week for me.  I was sick. I was really hot and cranky.  Mommy and Daddy took me to the doctor but she didn't see anything wrong with me.  On Thursday they got a call that the results from the lab said I did have a urinary tract infection.  I knew it hurt.  I finally got some medicine and I am feeling much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-4047992689145447356?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/4047992689145447356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=4047992689145447356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4047992689145447356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4047992689145447356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/uti-again.html' title='UTI again'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-5313837398186394341</id><published>2009-05-27T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:56:48.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Uncle Andy and Grandma</title><content type='html'>June 29, 2007 - Today we went to see Grandma Frazee and Uncle Andy.  Well actually Mommy and Daddy went to see Peter Pan at the Muni in Springfield and Grandma and Andy watched me.  While Mommy and Daddy were gone I played outside.  I tried to catch bugs and I went with Uncle Andy to see how tall the corn was.  It was really tall!!!!  That next morning we went out to breakfast with one of Grandma's friend who was visiting from Arizona.  I was worn out by the end of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-5313837398186394341?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/5313837398186394341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=5313837398186394341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5313837398186394341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5313837398186394341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-with-uncle-andy-and-grandma.html' title='Fun with Uncle Andy and Grandma'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-4607022031185393597</id><published>2009-05-27T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:56:06.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have an aunt</title><content type='html'>June 23, 2007 - From what I saw the wedding was very nice.  I sat in the back with Mommy until I didn't want to sit anymore and she took me out to sit with Grandma Frazee.  There were a lot of people there.  Everyone wanted to see me of course. &lt;br /&gt;You know what is next.... Cousins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-4607022031185393597?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/4607022031185393597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=4607022031185393597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4607022031185393597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4607022031185393597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-aunt.html' title='I have an aunt'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-8459700098632617300</id><published>2009-05-27T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:55:09.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan and Krista's Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>June 22, 2007 - The time is near.  I am going to have an aunt!!!  Tonight I made an appearance at the rehearsal but then Grandma Frazee and Uncle Andy came to get me.  They live just a few miles away from where the wedding was.  Mommy and I stayed there but Daddy stayed with Ryan.  Daddy was in charge of getting Ryan to the church on time.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-8459700098632617300?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/8459700098632617300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=8459700098632617300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8459700098632617300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8459700098632617300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/ryan-and-kristas-rehearsal.html' title='Ryan and Krista&apos;s Rehearsal'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-115318462054071356</id><published>2009-05-27T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:54:18.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Andy and Grandma Frazee</title><content type='html'>June 15-16, 2007 - Uncle Andy and Grandma Frazee came down to babysit me.  Mommy and Daddy were helped with a lock-in.  I like when they come down to babysit.  (Only they know why!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I went swimming and Bryan's parent's house. They have a nice big pool.  The Linleys, Cincoski's and us all were over there to swim and eat.  Daddy was really tired from the lock-in and he feel asleep in the pool.  We were all waiting for him to fall off of the raft into the pool but he didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-115318462054071356?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/115318462054071356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=115318462054071356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/115318462054071356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/115318462054071356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/uncle-andy-and-grandma-frazee.html' title='Uncle Andy and Grandma Frazee'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-4337045299132746250</id><published>2009-05-27T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:52:37.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's wedding</title><content type='html'>June 9, 2007 - Today I went to my first wedding.  It was Daddy's cousin's wedding.  Mommy and Daddy were worried I was going to ruin the ceremony by talking so they brought all of these quiet toys.  I was okay through most of it but at the end I just wanted to scream with delight.  It is supposed to me a joyful day right. &lt;br /&gt;My Uncle Ryan and Soon-to-be Aunt Krista were there.  I guess there is some tradition that single men and women try to catch something the bride and groom are throwing.  It all seems a little weird to me.  Well, Ryan and Krista decided that this is last chance they will have to catch these things since in a couple of weeks they won't be single any more.  The girls were first and Krista was right in front.  Emily threw the bunch of flowers way in the back over Krista's head.  Krista was upset.  Then it was the guy's turn.  The guys tried to catch some rubber band type thing that was on Emily's leg.  (I know it all sounds strange to me, too)  Ryan didn't get it either but it really didn't bother him.  I think they should just keep to playing catch with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-4337045299132746250?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/4337045299132746250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=4337045299132746250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4337045299132746250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4337045299132746250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/emilys-wedding.html' title='Emily&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-2334468043097906771</id><published>2009-05-27T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:52:03.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's gone</title><content type='html'>June 3-8, 2007 - Daddy is gone.  :(  He went to Mississippi on a mission trip.  I really missed him.  It isn't as much fun with just Mommy.  Luckily Mommy had help.  We went over to Cincoski's house for dinner on Monday.  Steff made us meatloaf.  It was good.  Their dog scared me at first but then I think I scared him.  Grandma Frazee came Tuesday night and watched me on Wednesday when Mommy went to work.  When Friday came we were so excited that Daddy was coming home.  We met him at the church.  I think Daddy was excited to see us too.  Now I get sad whenever Daddy leaves because I am not sure when he is coming back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-2334468043097906771?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/2334468043097906771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=2334468043097906771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/2334468043097906771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/2334468043097906771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/daddys-gone.html' title='Daddy&apos;s gone'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-841377809816775770</id><published>2009-05-27T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:50:56.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2007</title><content type='html'>The month of May, 2007 - Okay, I know it has been a long time since I have shared any stories with you.  It seems that when you turn 1 year old, you get a lot more responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;In May my new babysitter started.  Over my short life, I have had several babysitters.  There was Ms. Holly.  I really liked when she watched me because Elyza was there too.  There was Becca and Candice.  My Grandmas also have come to help watch me too.  Now there is April.  She is a little quieter than my other babysitters and sometimes she talks in a different language but we have a lot of fun together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still not walking on my own.  I really don't see the point when I can get people to pick me and carry me places.  Also I have started to point my finger to get what I want.  I have everyone right where I want them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some events this month included Daddy's cousin's graduation party.  I got to crawl around on their shed floor and get all dirty.  It was Mother's Day, so I had be nice to mommy.  We also went to Rachel's second birthday party.  We had fun playing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I will be better in writing in June.  However, don't count on it.  My parents are trying to get me to walk and talk.  I think I am advanced since I can type, but they are worried I am not reaching my developmental milestones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-841377809816775770?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/841377809816775770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=841377809816775770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/841377809816775770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/841377809816775770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-2007.html' title='May 2007'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-2098202267584265605</id><published>2009-05-27T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:49:40.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roma's</title><content type='html'>May 3, 2007 - It has been raining all week.   It rained so much that the church softball game was cancelled.   That was fine because we had better plans anyway.   The Hampsch family was in town.   It seems like it had been a while since I have see them.   We meet them, Kirbachs, Jeremy and Steff at Roma's Restaurant.   Everyone was glad to see them.   Elyza was really cute in her pigtails.   Malachi is bigger than me. Pastor Duke and Holly were great too.   I know Mommy and Daddy miss them so I was glad they got to see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-2098202267584265605?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/2098202267584265605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=2098202267584265605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/2098202267584265605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/2098202267584265605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/romas.html' title='Roma&apos;s'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-496747035779897896</id><published>2009-05-27T12:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:48:58.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My party</title><content type='html'>April 29, 2007 - Party time.   Today is my birthday party.   Mommy and Daddy (mostly Mommy) put a lot of time making this day perfect.   I am not really sure why she was so concerned about making it memorable.   I am not going to remember it.   Several family and friends were there.   I ate cake and opened presents.   I had lots of fun.   I hope Mommy has all ready started to plan next year's party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-496747035779897896?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/496747035779897896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=496747035779897896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/496747035779897896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/496747035779897896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-party.html' title='My party'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-1883387001456454820</id><published>2009-05-27T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:47:50.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>April 27, 2007 - I AM ONE YEAR OLD!!!!           &lt;br /&gt;For my birthday I got to go to the doctor and they gave me a present, shots!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am 20 lbs 14 oz and 29 inches long.   I have two bottom teeth; I am crawling, pulling up and walking with Mommy and Daddy.   I like swimming and blowing bubbles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-1883387001456454820?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/1883387001456454820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=1883387001456454820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/1883387001456454820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/1883387001456454820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-7119199031615942064</id><published>2009-05-27T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:47:10.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A different church</title><content type='html'>April 15, 2007:   Since Daddy was on vacation we went to church some where else.   We went to First Baptist Church of Maryville.   This is a much bigger church than what I am used to.   I was with several other kids in the nursery.   There were actually several rooms of kids my age.   I am not used to being around so many other kids.   I liked hanging out with the adults more.   I cried when Mommy and Daddy left me but calmed down soon after they left.   I was glad when they came to get me.  &lt;br /&gt;After church we traveled south to the Mt. Vernon area.   Daddy's cousin, Emily, had a wedding shower that Mommy was invited to.   (I guess it is another girl thing.)   Daddy and I went to visit Great-Grandpa while all the women went to the shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-7119199031615942064?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/7119199031615942064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=7119199031615942064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7119199031615942064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7119199031615942064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/different-church.html' title='A different church'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-5392935825763152972</id><published>2009-05-26T20:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:28:36.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Accident</title><content type='html'>April 14, 2007 - Okay, I am going to try to tell you this story but it might get confusing.   Just stay with me.   Grandma Donoho was all ready here.   Grandpa Donoho decided to come today to bring the railing to put up behind the couch.   Grandma left before Grandpa because she needed to do some shopping in Springfield.   About an hour after Grandpa left, Daddy got a call from Uncle Ryan.   Grandpa had been in a car accident.   Ryan let us know that he was okay.   The accident happened right outside of Litchfield.   Grandpa had called Grandma (who was still in Springfield) and Grandma called Uncle Ryan.   (Ryan and Krista were in Champaign waiting to have supper with Grandma and Grandpa.)   Daddy and Mommy decided to drive up there to see how Grandpa was.   By the time we got there, they were cleaning out the truck.   The truck was totaled.   Basically this is what happened...he was on a two-lane highway.   In the other lane, was a truck with a trailer and a wagon attached to the trailer...   The wagon came off and hit Grandpa's truck.   Luckily, Grandpa could tell something was wrong and started to put his brakes on.   The wagon hit the hood on the driver's side.   The only injury Grandpa had was a bruised ankle.   Although there were no broken bones, he was on crutches and had a hard time getting around for a couple of weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-5392935825763152972?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/5392935825763152972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=5392935825763152972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5392935825763152972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5392935825763152972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/grandpa-accident.html' title='Grandpa Accident'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-236393144419256045</id><published>2009-05-26T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:27:51.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Party</title><content type='html'>April 13, 2007 - One of the biggest reasons Daddy had to get things around the house done is because Mommy was having some sort of party.   This is something else that is really strange to me.   She invited all these women to the house where one person tried to sell them stuff.   I am not sure why people would want to come to a party where they have to spend money.   While the women were upstairs, Daddy and I were downstairs playing.   Jeremy also came over to hang out with us.   When the "selling" part of the party was over, we all got to come upstairs and eat all the leftovers.   Grandma Donoho was here too.   While Mommy and Daddy entertained their guests, Grandma rocked me to sleep.   I could get used to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-236393144419256045?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/236393144419256045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=236393144419256045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/236393144419256045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/236393144419256045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/mommy-party.html' title='Mommy Party'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-2361066710605410597</id><published>2009-05-26T20:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:27:12.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Carpet</title><content type='html'>April 9-15, 2007:   This week Daddy was on vacation.   We didn't go anywhere and Daddy really didn't rest at all.   Mommy had a big "honey-do" list for him.   Basically he was supposed to finish the kitchen that they started before I was born.   One of the tasks was to take care of the flooring between the dining room and living room.   Daddy decided that it would just be better to get all new carpet.   So I had no place to play while Daddy ripped out all the old carpet and the carpet layers came to lay the new carpet.   Our new carpet is a dark brown much like our walls.   Mommy says that some people take brown out of their house and we just put more in.   Mommy has to vacuum more because of all the fuzz balls the new carpet has.    Every time Mommy vacuums, I cry.   It isn't because the vacuum is big and loud.   It is because it sucks up all the crumbs people leave for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-2361066710605410597?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/2361066710605410597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=2361066710605410597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/2361066710605410597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/2361066710605410597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-carpet.html' title='New Carpet'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-8985882636496854822</id><published>2009-05-26T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:26:38.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>April 8, 2007  - HAPPY EASTER!!!!   For my first Easter it was really cold.   When we got to church Mommy took my outside for an Easter Egg Hunt.   Well, the bigger kids were really the ones hunting but Mommy got pictures of me acting like I was hunting for eggs.   I don't know why she wanted to get pictures of that.   Everyone knows I can't walk and I can't eat the candy inside of the egg.   I think I would have rather stayed inside where it was warm.   Grandma Frazee was down to spend the day with us.   She gave me an Easter basket with books and baby food.   Yep, still no candy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-8985882636496854822?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/8985882636496854822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=8985882636496854822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8985882636496854822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8985882636496854822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-1974419126901706656</id><published>2009-05-26T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:26:11.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Lessons</title><content type='html'>April 2, 2007 - Today I started swim lessons.  Mommy and I got in the water.  It is not like taking a bath.  It is much colder and I have clothes on.  I didn't really like it at first but then I got used to it.  It seemed that Mommy was doing a lot of the work.  I just laid there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-1974419126901706656?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/1974419126901706656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=1974419126901706656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/1974419126901706656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/1974419126901706656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/swim-lessons.html' title='Swim Lessons'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-8744584481605674663</id><published>2009-05-26T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:25:52.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time with Griffin and Grandma Donoho</title><content type='html'>March 28, 2007  -  Today I got to spend time with my friend Griffin .   I haven't seen him since he was really tiny.   Although I am older, he is now bigger than I am.   He a lot of fun toys to play with.   We also crawl the same way.   People describe it as a swimming/worm technique.   I don't know what the big deal is.   I get where I need to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 27, 2007 - Grandma Donoho came down to see me.   I guess she was missing me and Mommy and Daddy needed someone to watch me for the day.   While I was taking a nap, Grandma looked in and I was standing up in the crib.   Right then she got me out of the crib and lowered the mattress in my crib.   I don't know what the big deal was I have stood up in my crib many times before but no one had ever seen me do it.   Later that night, I was trying to stand up again and slipped and hit my head on the railing.   Well, that freaked Mommy out so they lowered the mattress some more.   Now every time I am in my crib, I feel like I am in jail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-8744584481605674663?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/8744584481605674663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=8744584481605674663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8744584481605674663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/8744584481605674663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-with-griffin-and-grandma-donoho.html' title='Time with Griffin and Grandma Donoho'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-6676287537210979431</id><published>2009-05-26T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:05:06.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth</title><content type='html'>February 28, 2007 - Grandma Frazee was down to watch me while Mommy went to a meeting in Springfield.   I wasn't feeling that well.   Something inside of my mouth hurt.   Then Grandma figured it out.   I am finally getting a tooth.   Over the next few days I had a runny nose and my mouth hurt.   I now have two bottom teeth.    Maybe someday I will be able to eat a steak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-6676287537210979431?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/6676287537210979431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=6676287537210979431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6676287537210979431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6676287537210979431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/teeth.html' title='Teeth'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-6813406016026723021</id><published>2009-05-26T18:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:03:28.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>February 23-24, 2007 - We surprised Grandma Frazee for her birthday. Mommy knew that she would be bowling on Friday night so we surprised her at the bowling alley. She was excited to see us. She had no idea that we were coming. It was a good thing she doesn't require reservations for us to stay at her house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-6813406016026723021?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/6813406016026723021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=6813406016026723021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6813406016026723021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6813406016026723021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/surprise_26.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-5545891313449866690</id><published>2009-05-26T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:03:17.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>February 23-24, 2007 - We surprised Grandma Frazee for her birthday.   Mommy knew that she would be bowling on Friday night so we surprised her at the bowling alley.   She was excited to see us. She had no idea that we were coming.   It was a good thing she doesn't require reservations for us to stay at her house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-5545891313449866690?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/5545891313449866690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=5545891313449866690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5545891313449866690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5545891313449866690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-1732465461412364845</id><published>2009-05-26T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:02:03.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Live the Chief</title><content type='html'>February 21, 2007 - Today is a sad day in our family.  At tonight's Illini basketball game, Chief Illiniwek will dance for the last time.  It is an end to an era.  I am sure my parents will make sure I know what the tradition was and they way should still be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-1732465461412364845?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/1732465461412364845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=1732465461412364845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/1732465461412364845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/1732465461412364845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-live-chief.html' title='Long Live the Chief'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-6036615686477717932</id><published>2009-05-26T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:00:03.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More snow</title><content type='html'>February 13-14, 2007 - It snowed again today.  It was so nasty that both Mommy and Daddy stayed home on Tuesday.  We didn't get nearly as much snow as my Grandparents did.  They tell me this has been the worst winter in several years.  February 14th is Valentine's Day.  Daddy took Mommy (and me) to Texas Roadhouse.  Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-6036615686477717932?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/6036615686477717932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=6036615686477717932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6036615686477717932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6036615686477717932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-snow.html' title='More snow'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-4024362454241390797</id><published>2009-05-26T17:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:59:25.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Sunday</title><content type='html'>February 4, 2007 - There are so many different sports out there.  I have seen Daddy play softball, volleyball and basketball.  I have seen Mommy attempt to play volleyball also.  I have watched Grandma Frazee bowl.  I have seen my cousin Adam run cross country.  I think that sports are a big part of our family. &lt;br /&gt;Today is Super Bowl Sunday.  From just the way it sounds I thought we were going to watch Grandma bowl again. But no, it is football.  This is a confusing sport to me but other people are crazy about it.  We went over to Kirbach's house for a party with the youth from church.  I don't think most of the youth even watched most of the game.  They played pool and card games.  The Bears were playing the Colts.  Daddy was cheering for the Bears because of the Illini connection.  The guy who first started the Bears was an Illini grad and that is where the Orange and Blue colors come from.  However, he also liked the Colts quarterback. The Colts ended up winning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-4024362454241390797?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/4024362454241390797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=4024362454241390797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4024362454241390797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4024362454241390797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/super-bowl-sunday.html' title='Super Bowl Sunday'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-7997477603959980447</id><published>2009-05-26T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:58:37.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine months old</title><content type='html'>January 27, 2007 - Today I am nine months old.  I went to the doctor yesterday and I weigh 19 lbs 10 oz and am 29 inches long.  I still don't have any teeth.  I am close to crawling. I can crawl backwards and roll where I need to go.  I think it would help if my mom wouldn't sit on me every time I get on my hands and knees.  I guess she isn't ready for me to be mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-7997477603959980447?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/7997477603959980447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=7997477603959980447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7997477603959980447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7997477603959980447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/nine-months-old.html' title='Nine months old'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-533721038944866269</id><published>2009-05-26T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:58:07.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No power!</title><content type='html'>January 12- 14, 2007 - This weekend we had another ice storm.  It wasn't as bad as the last one but we lost our power.  About 2:00p.m. on Saturday afternoon the power went off.  I was taking nap so I didn't know any different.  That night Mommy and Daddy were serving dinner at Salvation Army so I went over to Kirbach's house.  We only have one house key which is on the car keys.  When we take the van, we use the garage door opener.  Well, the garage door opener doesn't work when there is no power.  It is too bad that my parents didn't figure that out until after they locked the front door.  We all ended up staying at Kirbach's house.  Mommy and Daddy went to Target to get some essentials to get through the night.  Daddy had to preach in jeans and tennis shoes.  Luckily, when we got home from church the power was back on and we got into the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-533721038944866269?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/533721038944866269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=533721038944866269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/533721038944866269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/533721038944866269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-power.html' title='No power!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-3031299875539660202</id><published>2009-05-26T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:28:24.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At G and G Donoho</title><content type='html'>January 6, 2007 - Today we were in Champaign at Grandma and Grandpa Donoho's house.  Mommy and Daddy were going to a wedding in Rantoul and Grandma and Grandpa were watching me.  The couple getting married were both in the youth group Daddy and Mommy worked with when they lived in Rantoul.  I know that was special for them to witness.  I was invited to come to the wedding but they thought I would be too loud during the ceremony.  I am not sure where they would get that idea.  I can't be any louder than Mommy is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-3031299875539660202?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/3031299875539660202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=3031299875539660202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/3031299875539660202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/3031299875539660202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-g-and-g-donoho.html' title='At G and G Donoho'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-7636549781067028759</id><published>2009-05-26T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:27:40.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2006</title><content type='html'>Wow, Mommy and Daddy have had me so busy that I didn't have any time to update this webpage.  I will try to give a quick overview of the events in our lives.  At the beginning of the month, Pastor Duke announced that he was taking a Youth Pastor position in Vincennes, Indiana.  What this really means to me is that the Hampsch family is moving away.  Although we are sad, we know that this is what God wants him to do.  Mommy and Daddy have been spending more time with them before they leave.  I sometimes got to go with them but other times I stayed home with babysitters.  I can tell that Mommy and Daddy are both upset about them leaving.  I feel that my job is to try and keep them happy.  So, I smile and laugh a lot. &lt;br /&gt;I am going to have aunt.  Uncle Ryan and Krista are engaged!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 2006 - What a whirlwind.  We traveled a lot to different places for Christmas.  At some of them I was the only baby which made me the center of attention.  I got more things than I ever will need.  Even if I didn't get anything, I would have enjoyed it.  I love spending time with people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years 2006 - Our really good friends, the Jones family, came down from  Rantoul.  They came on Saturday afternoon and didn't leave until Monday afternoon.  There were a total of 6 of them.  I played a lot with the boys and April enjoyed spending time with me.   I was pretty tired after they all left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-7636549781067028759?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/7636549781067028759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=7636549781067028759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7636549781067028759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7636549781067028759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/december-2006.html' title='December 2006'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-1300369136645488449</id><published>2009-05-26T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:21:42.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Storm</title><content type='html'>November 30-December 1, 2006 - Let it snow, let it ice, let it ice!?!  This was the first big snow/ice storm of the winter and of my lifetime.  It iced more than it snowed.  Late on Thursday night we lost power and it was off all night.  When I woke up it was cold in the house.  Daddy came to get me out of my crib and he put me in bed with him and Mommy.  We kept each other warm until the power came back on a few minutes later.  Several people were without power including the church.  On Sunday we worshipped in the cold and without lights.  I actually hung out in Daddy's office while everyone else was trying to stay warm by using the stove.  They ended up to be a lot warmer than I was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-1300369136645488449?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/1300369136645488449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=1300369136645488449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/1300369136645488449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/1300369136645488449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/ice-storm.html' title='Ice Storm'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-4873012138652826902</id><published>2009-05-26T16:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:21:02.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Months Old</title><content type='html'>November 27, 2006 - Today I am 7 months old!!!!  I can sit up for about a minute before I fall over.  I am eating all sorts of things but I like fruit the best and hate meats.  I still don't have any teeth.  I love playing with my feet.  My favorite thing to do is to dance with Mommy.  Our song is Ain't No Mountain High Enough.  Is ain't a word?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-4873012138652826902?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/4873012138652826902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=4873012138652826902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4873012138652826902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4873012138652826902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/seven-months-old.html' title='Seven Months Old'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-7906323888178622658</id><published>2009-05-26T16:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:20:35.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Frazee</title><content type='html'>November 25, 2006 - Today we traveled to Pawnee to see Grandma Frazee.  Mommy tells me that today was the fifth anniversary of her dad's death. We went to the cemetery.  We laid some flowers down on his grave.  Mommy tells me that he really isn't there he is up in heaven.  I really don't understand it all but Daddy and Mommy will help me.  I wish I would have known my Grandpa Frazee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch with the Saucier family.  I got passed around the table several times.  After lunch we went to visit a friend of Grandma Frazee.  Her twin grandsons were in town.  They are only 10 days older than me.  We had a good time looking at each other.  After that Mommy and Grandma went shopping (again?) and I went to Grandma's house with Daddy.  Finally after a long weekend we made it home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-7906323888178622658?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/7906323888178622658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=7906323888178622658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7906323888178622658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7906323888178622658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/grandpa-frazee.html' title='Grandpa Frazee'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-588823856197324830</id><published>2009-05-26T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:19:50.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Illini Basketball</title><content type='html'>November 24, 2006 - Today we were in Champaign.  Mommy got up really early and went shopping.  I don't get it but she was excited.  She was gone most of the day.  I hung out with Grandma and Grandpa Donoho and Uncle Ryan.  I tried to help Uncle Ryan with the paper he was writing but he did like what I wrote.  That night I got to watch my first Illini basketball game.  It was exciting and they won!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-588823856197324830?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/588823856197324830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=588823856197324830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/588823856197324830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/588823856197324830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/illini-basketball.html' title='Illini Basketball'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-2386252320867237389</id><published>2009-05-26T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:19:13.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>November 23, 2006 - Happy Thanksgiving!!!  Today we went to Great Grandma and Great Grandpa Scott's house.  Everyone ate a lot of food including me.  Mommy gave me some bread and mashed potatoes.  I also got food that no one else got.  I felt special.  I guess that the weather was quite warm for this time of the year.  Most of the afternoon everyone was sitting outside.  Daddy was playing football with Uncle Ryan and his cousins.  Before the day was over, Daddy had a black eye.  One of his cousins elbowed him directly in the eye.  It turned all sorts of different colors.  After we left there we went to Uncle Jeff and Aunt Kim's house.  There I got to see the Donoho side of the family.  We ate again but this time I only got my special food.  The day was finally over and we loaded up the van to go to Champaign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-2386252320867237389?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/2386252320867237389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=2386252320867237389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/2386252320867237389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/2386252320867237389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-6574572049570370060</id><published>2009-05-26T16:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:18:05.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Champaign</title><content type='html'>November 14-16, 2006 - Mommy had a meeting in Champaign this week so I got to spend time with Grandma and Grandpa Donoho.  I hadn't seen them in a long time.  They thought I had grown a lot.  We had lots of fun together.  We played with toys, watched videos and read books.  I even played with toys that were my daddy's.  They were really old.  On Thursday (the 16th), Mommy took me to where she used to work.  They paid a lot of attention to me.  They were upset when the phone rang because then had to answer it. I think I distracted them from working but I don't think they cared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-6574572049570370060?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/6574572049570370060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=6574572049570370060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6574572049570370060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6574572049570370060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/champaign.html' title='Champaign'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-1215527441344354699</id><published>2009-05-26T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:17:29.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malachi Arrives</title><content type='html'>November 2, 2006 - The day we have been waiting for finally arrived.  Pastor Duke and Holly had their second baby, Malachi Duke Hampsch.  He must have really wanted to meet everyone because Ms. Holly was only in labor for a couple of hours.  He was born at 4:27 p.m., which 4 -27 is the date I was born.  I think that is cool.  He was 8 lbs and 19 1/4 inches long.  Everyone is doing wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-1215527441344354699?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/1215527441344354699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=1215527441344354699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/1215527441344354699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/1215527441344354699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/malachi-arrives.html' title='Malachi Arrives'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-6487521881102139060</id><published>2009-05-26T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:17:03.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>October 31, 2006 - Happy Halloween!  I am not really sure what this holiday is all about but my mom put me some strange orange outfit.  She thought it was really cute but Daddy thought it was silly.  I got a hang out with the preschoolers at church and we went to a parade.  I was really cold at the parade and I think Mommy and Daddy were too because we left early.  I couldn't see anything anyway.  Mommy and Daddy had a blanket over my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-6487521881102139060?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/6487521881102139060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=6487521881102139060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6487521881102139060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/6487521881102139060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-1116697433983154049</id><published>2009-05-26T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:16:29.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Series Champions</title><content type='html'>October 27 - 28, 2006 - In case you haven't heard, the Cardinals won the World Series!!!!  We are all so excited.  Mommy and Daddy tell me that it has been 24 years since they have won.  It is only my first World Series cheering for them so I must be good luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am six months old.  I went to the doctor and I weigh 17 pounds 2 ounces and I am 261/2 inches long.  I had to get more shots.  I think that is the only reason they take me there.  Tonight we also went to Springfield and celebrated Great Grandma and Great Grandpa Frazee birthdays.  They are 91 years old.  This was the first time I got to meet some of my family on the Frazee side.  I am excited to spend more time with them at Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;Uncle Andy was home too!!!  He was home because his school had a fall break.  I think the real reason he was home was to see me.  Grandma Frazee and Uncle Andy babysat me while Mommy and Daddy went to a wedding.  I think they would have been down if Mommy and Daddy had a wedding or not.  This way Mommy and Daddy got to go out by themselves.  It was a win, win, win, and win situation.  Grandma Frazee and Uncle Andy win because they get to spend time with me.  Mommy and Daddy win because they get to spend time together without me.  I win because I get spoiled.  And the Cardinals win because I am cheering for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-1116697433983154049?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/1116697433983154049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=1116697433983154049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/1116697433983154049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/1116697433983154049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/world-series-champions.html' title='World Series Champions'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-156465289582640628</id><published>2009-05-26T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:15:38.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sport Teams</title><content type='html'>October 18, 2006 - The leaves on the trees are changing colors and the weather outside is getting colder.  On Monday Mommy and I took the church staff lunch and went to get groceries.  It rained the whole time.  When Mommy was getting me out of the van my sock fell off and my foot got wet.  I wasn't sure what was going on.  I was going to be mad if it was bath time.  It rained so much that they called off the Cardinal playoff game.  Pastor Duke and Daddy went Sunday night to the game.  That was the game the Cardinals got beat badly.  Every time they go together to a game the Cardinals don't play very well.  Luckily, the Cardinals rested up on Monday and played very well last night and they won.   They could win the series tonight.    Our Illini football team isn't doing that great.  They won against Michigan State but they haven't won since.  Daddy still thinks they will win another game before the season is over.  Mommy and Daddy are trying to get me to sit up.  I can sit up but I fall over to one side if no one is there to support me.  They are still trying to get me to eat gross food.  I hope not all adult food tastes like that.  I may just drink milk forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-156465289582640628?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/156465289582640628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=156465289582640628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/156465289582640628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/156465289582640628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/sport-teams.html' title='Sport Teams'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-4493924645763318854</id><published>2009-05-26T16:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:14:41.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>October 9, 2006 - Wow, it has been a long time since I have written in here.  I bet you are all wondering what we have been doing.  Nothing exciting is really going on.  We found out what was causing me to get sick so now I am taking medicine everyday.  Well, my parents try to get me to take the medicine.  I sometimes spit it out.  It doesn't taste very good.  They are also trying to get me to eat some gross tasting food.  I would rather just have milk.  I am still going over to Pastor Duke, Holly, and Elyza's house when Mommy is working.  I won't be going there much longer because Malachi is about to be born.  I am so excited to meet him.  This past weekend Daddy, Mommy and I went to Great Rivers Region Conference for Daddy's work.  Everyone loved me.  I think it was just because I was the youngest one there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-4493924645763318854?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/4493924645763318854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=4493924645763318854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4493924645763318854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/4493924645763318854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-7638342512149126590</id><published>2009-05-26T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:13:54.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diagnosis</title><content type='html'>September 19, 2006 - We went to Children's Hospital in St. Louis to get tests on my urinary tract today.  The first thing they did was to take me into this dark room.  They put me on a table and put some goop on my stomach.  The nurse then put some instrument on my stomach and an image was projected onto a machine.  From what I overheard they were looking at my kidneys.  Then after us waiting for a little while we went into another room.  This time it wasn't as easy.  Everyone in the room including Mommy and Daddy were wearing these thick aprons and I was naked on the table.  Why don't I get a thick apron??  Daddy was holding my arms while the doctor inserted a catheter.  They put some liquid into my bladder and then everyone waited for me to pee it out. They wanted to see if everything was functioning the way it is supposed to.  Mommy tells me I did a very good job.  I only cried one time.  We are supposed to get the test results any day.   (Note: We got the test results back and it was determined that I have a reflux problem in which urine comes back toward my kidneys.  The doctor said I could grow out of it but it might take 3 to 4 years. In the mean time I am on medicine every day.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-7638342512149126590?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/7638342512149126590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=7638342512149126590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7638342512149126590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7638342512149126590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/diagnosis.html' title='The Diagnosis'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-920643396141702789</id><published>2009-05-26T16:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:12:44.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Job</title><content type='html'>September 18, 2006 - Today was the first day I went to Mommy's new job with her. She came in to help get some letters out.  The lady Mommy works with has two kids and they were there also.  Addie is almost three and Brock is about 4 months older than me.  It was fun watching them play.  When I get a little older I can actually play with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-920643396141702789?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/920643396141702789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=920643396141702789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/920643396141702789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/920643396141702789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/mommys-job.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Job'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-5916909315393291261</id><published>2009-05-26T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:12:15.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Godfrey Corn Maze</title><content type='html'>September 15, 2006 - Tonight we did something really fun.  We went to the Godfrey Corn Maze.  Basically it is a corn field that has been cut in certain shapes to make a maze.  This year's theme was pirates.  We went in the dark without a flashlight so that made it more fun.  Daddy strapped me on him and we went walking through the field.  A couple times we took the wrong turn and a couple of times I think we were lost but we got out with no problems.  When we got out Grandma and Grandpa Donoho were there. They had come down to stay the night with us.  One thing Mommy and Daddy told me about the corn maze was that it was very special and that I shouldn't walk through just any corn field.  I can just walk through the special corn field.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-5916909315393291261?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/5916909315393291261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=5916909315393291261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5916909315393291261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/5916909315393291261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/godfrey-corn-maze.html' title='Godfrey Corn Maze'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-7554873340607294210</id><published>2009-05-26T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:11:40.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranky!</title><content type='html'>September 13, 2006 - Grandma Frazee came to watch me today while Mommy worked from home.  We had a good time until I got really tired and wouldn't take a nap.  I kept fighting it and I got really cranky.  I finally gave up and took a nap but not before Mommy called Daddy to come home for reinforcement.  I guess I know what to do if I miss Daddy: just scream and cry for 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Elyza came over this evening.  Pastor Duke and Holly went to a small group meeting and Mommy and Daddy watched Elyza.  She can really crawl fast.  She was all over the place.  I can't wait till I can do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-7554873340607294210?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/7554873340607294210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=7554873340607294210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7554873340607294210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7554873340607294210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/cranky.html' title='Cranky!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3362699742264303301.post-7051484536368843539</id><published>2009-05-25T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:23:09.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UTI gone</title><content type='html'>September 8, 2006 - Today I went to the doctor, again.  Once again they had to check to see if my UTI was gone.  This time I made it more interesting for everyone.  I peed right before the nurses came to get my urine.  So there was nothing left in my bladder.  We ended up being there for two hours waiting for me to pee again.  Well I did pee but the tube had come out so it all went in my diaper again.  I knew it wasn't going to work but no one listened to me.  They finally got a few drops and sent us home.  We got the results a few days later and my urine was clear of infection.  Mommy set up an appointment at Children's Hospital for me to get more tests.  (YEA).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3362699742264303301-7051484536368843539?l=fireofthelord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/feeds/7051484536368843539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3362699742264303301&amp;postID=7051484536368843539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7051484536368843539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3362699742264303301/posts/default/7051484536368843539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireofthelord.blogspot.com/2009/05/uti-gone.html' title='UTI gone'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242908848207833805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLmImLUBxFM/R7cULxR7TaI/AAAAAAAAABs/y9y0eU-jGWo/S220/m_219da7ee3583c50b41cc5968b2e27406.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
