<?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-8105834294333905201</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:47:42.088-08:00</updated><category term='parker'/><category term='chandler'/><category term='buster'/><title type='text'>TALES FROM THE SMITH</title><subtitle type='html'>A way to remember</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-8830294865070010835</id><published>2012-02-12T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T20:16:14.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly buttons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chandler is starting to draw bodies with belly buttons. I remember when he just drew heads with arms and,legs. Awww, they grow up so fast. I love little kid writing and drawing. Nothing sweeter. He says this is him with his teacher Miss Linda. He drew it for her in her valentines day card.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-HQFvFEiKXmI/TziFM31DABI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9Ju5U9LdOUo/IMAG0343.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-8830294865070010835?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/8830294865070010835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2012/02/belly-buttons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8830294865070010835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8830294865070010835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2012/02/belly-buttons.html' title='Belly buttons'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-HQFvFEiKXmI/TziFM31DABI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9Ju5U9LdOUo/s72-c/IMAG0343.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-2834362169727076741</id><published>2012-02-04T17:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T19:51:08.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my church. Tonight chandler said his teacher "teached him about Moses."&lt;br&gt;The boys then talked together about how they learned that when you speak God's word when your sick or scared it makes the devil cry. God's weird is like a sword and the more your say it the sharper it gets! My boys&amp;nbsp; are learning so much!&lt;br&gt;&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/8105834294333905201-2834362169727076741?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/2834362169727076741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2012/02/church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/2834362169727076741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/2834362169727076741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2012/02/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-701586488270966243</id><published>2012-01-31T11:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T13:50:24.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th day of school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some of the things we have done so far....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qQdwBqT-e8I/TyhV-mSiBOI/AAAAAAAAAak/-W86qX07f1c/1328043430805.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-yOWgNDL_v0I/TyhDmzTsALI/AAAAAAAAAac/qXRdUEJaKSg/IMAG0306.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-PjLt_EQ7Cgs/TyhV_S7pfMI/AAAAAAAAAas/6XsVYyjXP2E/1328043475420.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-NnDQGZUGvLE/TyhDT6whd4I/AAAAAAAAAaE/nAzFMEsmgCQ/IMAG0305.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-TSew77r66Bo/TyhDUnNTbtI/AAAAAAAAAaM/QP3OE0Ube3U/IMAG0304.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-jbMjZg8WN7k/TyhWGqdjCPI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3N_2QtBrQtM/1328043533601.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-8ux-XMefIWs/TyhDVeftSoI/AAAAAAAAAaU/6RIcgGWV13E/IMAG0303.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-hulpEHt3SK8/TyhWAcsmGWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/_nRbH-L0unc/1328043364904.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-IHgBs5GjyWw/TyhWCiZkXuI/AAAAAAAAAa8/sht9b_QYdsA/1328043279858.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-701586488270966243?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/701586488270966243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2012/01/100th-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/701586488270966243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/701586488270966243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2012/01/100th-day-of-school.html' title='100th day of school!'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qQdwBqT-e8I/TyhV-mSiBOI/AAAAAAAAAak/-W86qX07f1c/s72-c/1328043430805.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-5791524979732199342</id><published>2011-06-26T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T21:20:36.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well this weekend I got to go on a fun trip to Dallas with my sister in law Molly and her sweet intern from Germany named Christine. We were all so excited and we got very lucky to get a preferred room on the top floor of a nice 4 start hotel. First we got to go to the Gainesville outlet mall on the way down there. It was not what it used to be though. The shops were mostly closed down and we were disappointed. Next we went to the restaurant called "the magic time machine". I definitely had the wrong expectations! I had imagined something magical like Disneyland, but instead it was stinky and weird. However, we had the hardest best laughs ever. It was late by this time so we decided to go to the viewing tower so Christine could at least experience looking over all of Dallas at night. Unfortunately, the viewing tower had been closed for 2 years! SHOOT! STRIKE 3! Finally, we decided to head in for the night. At least our hotel is awesome. The jacuzzi sounds relaxing and wonderful at this point BUT... Can you guess??? Well,&amp;#160; it was broken! I'm glad we got all our strikes out Friday because I really wanted Saturday to be the best day of our trip. &lt;br&gt;So Saturday, after a quick stop at starbucks, we made our first stop at the container store. I have always wanted to go there and I must say...it is pretty awesome! Next on our agenda, a drive to Allen to hit the outlets. Yeah! I have to say outlet malls have got to be on the top of "my favorite things" list. We definitely hit the jackpot&amp;#160; there. Everyone got something they wanted. I scored my first coach purse for $70! I also got the most comfy under armour tennis shoes. They make me feel like I am walking on marshmallows! And more importantly, they have pink on them!&lt;br&gt;When we left there, we tried this mom and pop kind of hamburger joint called Snuffers...WOW! I would totally go back there. Fattening and greasy, but totally delicious. Stuffed and happy and now we are on the hunt for ipods for Christine. We hop on over to the Galleria, but no a&lt;br&gt;Apple store. Christine did find some cute post cards though. Ok, ipods....next we try Northpark mall, where they do have an apple store and she gets an ipod, but they do not have the older version that her brother wants. They wanted to buy them here because they are cheaper in America than in Germany. Still looking....&lt;br&gt;Last we enjoy another amazing meal at Manny's mexican restaurant recommended by Molly's dad. Mmmm, another awesome, local, good eats. After that, we are completely ready to crash, our feet are absolutely killing us! &lt;br&gt;Sunday morning we grab breakfast at yet another amazing local...Breadwinners...ummm we totally need one here. I have to say that was my must favorite meal this weekend. Their cinnamon raisin french toast was perfection.&lt;br&gt;Drive home? wonderful. &lt;br&gt;Seeing my boys faces when I walked in the door? Priceless. &lt;br&gt;Giving them their surprise jammis, bubble gum and giant Texas pencil? Fun! &lt;br&gt;There reaction? Precious. &lt;br&gt;Everything about thus weekend was wonderful, even the strikeouts. &lt;br&gt;Why? Because I got know know my sister better, and I love her.&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/8105834294333905201-5791524979732199342?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/5791524979732199342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/06/dallas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/5791524979732199342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/5791524979732199342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/06/dallas.html' title='Dallas'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-9058534274350790749</id><published>2011-06-18T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T20:04:32.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking with parker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chandler asked if I would read him the big space book. Parker said I will read it to you chan.&amp;nbsp; While looking at the pictures parker&amp;nbsp; says...Chan, this is Earth amd we live here. And here is the milk where the Earth lives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was funny and cute to me. I couldn't believe he even remembered what the milky way was, we only talked about once before last week when we saw it on a slide show. &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/8105834294333905201-9058534274350790749?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/9058534274350790749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/06/talking-with-parker_3149.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/9058534274350790749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/9058534274350790749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/06/talking-with-parker_3149.html' title='Talking with parker'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-5921249125504921011</id><published>2011-06-18T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T20:00:37.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking with Chandler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have bushes along our sidewalk in the front of the house. Sometimes I park a little too close and it makes it hard to get to the car door. Chandler said "Daddy, I meed you to cut the S down a little"&lt;br&gt;Shaun said, "what? What is the S?&lt;br&gt;Chandler explains, "Daddy, the.bushes look like an S and it is too long for the car."&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/8105834294333905201-5921249125504921011?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/5921249125504921011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/06/talking-with-chandler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/5921249125504921011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/5921249125504921011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/06/talking-with-chandler.html' title='Talking with Chandler'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-1432199587338514866</id><published>2011-06-18T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T19:57:17.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking with Parker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I let the boys give Shaun his fathers day present to him last night. They were very excited. We talked about the presents, remembered back when it was mothers day and had a good time. Then Parker got a very concerned look on his face. &lt;br&gt;"well when is it my day?"&lt;br&gt;I reply, you mean like your birthday?&lt;br&gt;"no, like there's mothers day and fathers day...when is&amp;nbsp; it kids day?"&lt;br&gt;Well, why do you want a kids day?&lt;br&gt;"I want presents too"&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/8105834294333905201-1432199587338514866?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/1432199587338514866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/06/talking-with-parker_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/1432199587338514866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/1432199587338514866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/06/talking-with-parker_18.html' title='Talking with Parker'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-111532357225705676</id><published>2011-06-07T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T08:47:27.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking with Parker</title><content type='html'>My brother Jake posted this on his facebook after I told him the story. I like the way he told it so I am blogging his post to tell the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The other day my 5 year old nephew and sister were in a store. My nephew saw an elderly lady and sweetly and tenderly asked his mom,"Momma, is that lady about to go to heaven?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-111532357225705676?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/111532357225705676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/06/talking-with-parker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/111532357225705676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/111532357225705676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/06/talking-with-parker.html' title='Talking with Parker'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-5902676154829779553</id><published>2011-02-13T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T15:29:04.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Weather!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5442750761/" title="IMAG0448"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="IMAG0448" src="http://static.flickr.com/4149/5442750761_002247d3dd_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5442750401/" title="IMAG0447"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="IMAG0447" src="http://static.flickr.com/5211/5442750401_897ef4b1ec_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had a great time outside! The weather is finally nice enough to play outside without freezing! The boys took a bike ride and also splashed in some really awesome snow puddles! Unfortunately, the splashing pictures that I took were accidentally deleted from my camera before they finished uploading. I am so sad because I had some really good ones of the boys splashing. grrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, a wonderful afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-5902676154829779553?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/5902676154829779553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/wonderful-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/5902676154829779553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/5902676154829779553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/wonderful-weather.html' title='Wonderful Weather!'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-4642513036932768020</id><published>2011-02-12T22:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T22:19:32.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we save pennies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was talking with Parker several months ago about money. He had found some change and I told him to put it in his piggy bank. He asked me what we were going to do with all thys money. I explained to him that he could save it up and but something special. He thought for awhile anda all on his own decided that he wanted to save up anda but an airplane ride! Sooo, we have been giving the boys change to save up. I hope this summer we will be able to fly somewhere. Anyway, tonight Parjer sae a cruise ship on tv. He was very impressed by all the fun things you can do in a boat. Soooo, I'm thinking....as a soon as we get to take an airplane ride, we're going to start saving our pennies again for a boat ride.&lt;br&gt;It's fun being a parent and helping your babies dreams come true. &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/8105834294333905201-4642513036932768020?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4642513036932768020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-do-we-save-pennies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4642513036932768020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4642513036932768020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-do-we-save-pennies.html' title='Why do we save pennies?'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-8775623613051769657</id><published>2011-02-12T21:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T21:39:07.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking with Chandler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;After watching Enchanted...&lt;br&gt;Mommy, your the prettiest princess and Daddy, your the prettiest daddy.&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/8105834294333905201-8775623613051769657?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/8775623613051769657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/talking-with-chandler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8775623613051769657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8775623613051769657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/talking-with-chandler.html' title='Talking with Chandler'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-4978977795697403969</id><published>2011-02-12T14:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T14:03:58.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking with Parker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we are at Rowynns first birthday party and the kids are playing blocks on the floor. My friends little boy, Kason (6mo. Old), picks up a block to chew on. Parker shouts..."oh no look!&amp;nbsp; He's germin on it!"&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/8105834294333905201-4978977795697403969?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4978977795697403969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/talking-with-parker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4978977795697403969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4978977795697403969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/talking-with-parker.html' title='Talking with Parker'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-9084829448705098961</id><published>2011-02-09T18:37:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:24:49.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking with Chandler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Writing down things my kids say so I can tell them when they are older.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feeding dogs treats in the living room...&lt;br /&gt;Chandler~ mom, can I give the dogs more treats?&lt;br /&gt;Mom~no, not right now&lt;br /&gt;Chandler ~ why not?&lt;br /&gt;Mom ~ because dog treats are like dog candy so we don't want them to have to much.&lt;br /&gt;Chandler~ oh. (thinks a bit) Mom, can I have some "people" candy?&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/8105834294333905201-9084829448705098961?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/9084829448705098961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-mouth-of-chandler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/9084829448705098961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/9084829448705098961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-mouth-of-chandler.html' title='Talking with Chandler'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-4621793371792599909</id><published>2011-02-09T18:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:24:27.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking with Parker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Playing the batman lego game after bath with daddy...&lt;br /&gt;Parker~ thank you for letting me stay up so early (8:00, but he didn't have to go straight to sleep after bath.)&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/8105834294333905201-4621793371792599909?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4621793371792599909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-mouth-of-parker_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4621793371792599909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4621793371792599909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-mouth-of-parker_09.html' title='Talking with Parker'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-3933880202094865795</id><published>2011-02-08T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:25:11.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parker'/><title type='text'>Talking with Parker</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I like to write down what my kids say so I can remember to tell them about it when they are older....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what Parker has said lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the table last night....(background: Shaun has recently grown a goat T)&lt;br /&gt;Parker- Daddy, why do you have fur on your face?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy - Well, I just let it grow, why?&lt;br /&gt;Parker - Well only old men are supposed to have fur on their face.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy - Well Parker, your daddy is old&lt;br /&gt;Parker - oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking boys up at Nanny's house...&lt;br /&gt;Parker - Mom, we need to get tissues in Nanny's car&lt;br /&gt;Mom- why?&lt;br /&gt;Parker - Because I pick my boogers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously in nanny's car...&lt;br /&gt;Parker - Nanny do you have  a tissue&lt;br /&gt;Nanny - No, why are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;Parker - I picked a booger&lt;br /&gt;Nanny - Hang on, I'll find something&lt;br /&gt;Parker - Well nanny, I can put it back if I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Lonestar eating dinner...&lt;br /&gt;Chandler - aaaaaacccchhhhhhhooooo&lt;br /&gt;Parker - EWWWWW Chandler! You Bleshood all over me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...at Lonestar...&lt;br /&gt;Waitress - Macaroni and cheese?&lt;br /&gt;Parker - I had the macaroni and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Waitress - Here you go&lt;br /&gt;Parker - (trying to take a bite with his ginormous spoon) I need a different spoon, I can't fit this in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-3933880202094865795?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/3933880202094865795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-mouth-of-parker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/3933880202094865795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/3933880202094865795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-mouth-of-parker.html' title='Talking with Parker'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-9031099608143136407</id><published>2011-02-03T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:34:45.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do on a snow day part 2!</title><content type='html'>If you missed part one click &lt;a href="http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-to-do-on-snow-day.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Here are some more ideas! (some not so fun...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reorganize the boys bathroom cabinet under the sink&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5413992311/" title="DSC01093"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC01093" src="http://static.flickr.com/4148/5413992311_0caf034dcb_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5413993125/" title="DSC01094"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC01094" src="http://static.flickr.com/5139/5413993125_18cd192ef2_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reorganize the cabinet under the kitchen sink! (uuughhh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5414604746/" title="DSC01095"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01095" src="http://static.flickr.com/5254/5414604746_041e73536c_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5414605594/" title="DSC01096"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01096" src="http://static.flickr.com/5253/5414605594_5cf5af4f81_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! NOW ON TO BETTER THINGS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Feed the ducks popcorn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5414000775/" title="DSC01104"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01104" src="http://static.flickr.com/4153/5414000775_db76f311e3_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tye dye snow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5413996475/" title="DSC01098"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01098" src="http://static.flickr.com/5013/5413996475_02e7e405ab_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5413998521/" title="DSC01101"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01101" src="http://static.flickr.com/4146/5413998521_4862ab673d_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5413997851/" title="DSC01100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01100" src="http://static.flickr.com/4137/5413997851_b7152ca622_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5414001525/" title="DSC01105"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01105" src="http://static.flickr.com/4134/5414001525_a1259a2385_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Find totally awesome icicles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5414612812/" title="DSC01106"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01106" src="http://static.flickr.com/5292/5414612812_a00b50fb70_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Make snow ice cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5414615048/" title="DSC01109"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01109" src="http://static.flickr.com/4113/5414615048_7ac2a38773_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5414006729/" title="DSC01112"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01112" src="http://static.flickr.com/4114/5414006729_6212ce5bd9_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;catch an old rerun of TOM AND JERRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5414600762/" title="DSC01090"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01090" src="http://static.flickr.com/5096/5414600762_c20584e3e1_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5414601474/" title="DSC01091"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01091" src="http://static.flickr.com/4106/5414601474_432b0e615e_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY FAVORITE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NAP BY THE FIREPLACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5414007457/" title="DSC01113"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01113" src="http://static.flickr.com/5135/5414007457_e3271a403c_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5414620600/" title="DSC01117"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01117" src="http://static.flickr.com/5173/5414620600_7f1cf12ddc_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-9031099608143136407?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/9031099608143136407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-to-do-on-snow-day-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/9031099608143136407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/9031099608143136407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-to-do-on-snow-day-part-2.html' title='Things to do on a snow day part 2!'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-6228219625078125858</id><published>2011-02-03T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T09:48:21.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do on a snow day!</title><content type='html'>Ok, here are some things to do on snow days! If you have anything interesting you have done please share! We are going a little stir crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5290306053/" title="DSC00382"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC00382" src="http://static.flickr.com/5081/5290306053_14c5701d41_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5290305071/" title="DSC00381"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC00381" src="http://static.flickr.com/5127/5290305071_d0520e5862_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride the bike inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5290906604/" title="DSC00379"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC00379" src="http://static.flickr.com/5203/5290906604_028bb7905a_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make Valentine that cover over a Hershey..directions are on http://www.cricutholiday.com/2011/01/cricut-chocolate-and-holiday-of-love.html&lt;br /&gt;Of course hers are much cuter than mine...but hey, I am a beginner! Plus...I can't get out of the house to get candy bars!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5412440512/" title="DSC01084"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01084" src="http://static.flickr.com/5099/5412440512_8b8b9ba0a9_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5411824425/" title="DSC01078"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01078" src="http://static.flickr.com/5092/5411824425_4d7c0a97f6_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously...PLAY IN THE SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5412431054/" title="DSC01071"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01071" src="http://static.flickr.com/4114/5412431054_b19591ee93_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5412424000/" title="DSC01061"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01061" src="http://static.flickr.com/5059/5412424000_098aba2836_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN HAVE SOME HOT CHOCOLATE WITH LOTS OF MARSHMALLOWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5412415458/" title="DSC01049"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01049" src="http://static.flickr.com/4154/5412415458_db55d83f8a_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a letter treasure hunt...&lt;br /&gt;put a letter on a basket and have kids go search for all the things in their room that start with that letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5411797591/" title="DSC01041"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01041" src="http://static.flickr.com/5011/5411797591_0f697d58bc_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make Valentines for school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5411792785/" title="DSC01035"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01035" src="http://static.flickr.com/4094/5411792785_b19c45dd04_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend some time reminiscing about the beautiful 70's last Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5412391924/" title="DSC01013"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC01013" src="http://static.flickr.com/4099/5412391924_9cfe46973c_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play in shaving cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5411718493/" title="DSC00933"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC00933" src="http://static.flickr.com/4112/5411718493_59ef6ee50f_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a pillow pit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5412319748/" title="DSC00911"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC00911" src="http://static.flickr.com/5213/5412319748_d97739bc9d_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5412314382/" title="DSC00904"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC00904" src="http://static.flickr.com/5177/5412314382_8febd2bdae_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play in the snow some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5411769142/" title="DSC06038"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC06038" src="http://static.flickr.com/4132/5411769142_dec91ced6b_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;window art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TUrqNkmxYpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lkWAhElg5ek/s1600/DSC00879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TUrqNkmxYpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lkWAhElg5ek/s200/DSC00879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569521408082535058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TUrqNYkPb1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/acGseuFpnYQ/s1600/DSC00875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TUrqNYkPb1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/acGseuFpnYQ/s200/DSC00875.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569521404850696018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-6228219625078125858?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6228219625078125858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-to-do-on-snow-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6228219625078125858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6228219625078125858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-to-do-on-snow-day.html' title='Things to do on a snow day!'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TUrqNkmxYpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lkWAhElg5ek/s72-c/DSC00879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-7637856066024722750</id><published>2011-02-01T10:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:40:05.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parker'/><title type='text'>Valenitnes</title><content type='html'>What better thing to do while you stuck in the house than Valentines! I told Parker he could do a few at a time...but he could not help himself! He did them all! At first he wondered if he could just call himself "Smith". That way it would be shorter to write than Parker. He cracks me up. He really liked getting them all done though. Afterward he asked me for one more sucker. I told him we didn't have any more except the broken one in the kitchen but he had some extras already make that he could give to his next door friends...I thought that is why he was asking. He ran off into the office and came out a second later with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="pp_item" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/63d5210b-02f5-442c-a7a6-5cc1a19fb0b2_b.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How precious it that?....I love how sweet he is. He used the broken sucker and told us that because it was already broken me and daddy could share it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-7637856066024722750?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/7637856066024722750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/imag0417.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/7637856066024722750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/7637856066024722750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/imag0417.html' title='Valenitnes'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-4578972223372011801</id><published>2011-02-01T09:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T14:37:52.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OKLAHOMA SNOW!!</title><content type='html'>My sidewalk is filled with 15 inches of snow and it is still falling strong!&lt;br /&gt; Emergency vehicles are all in 4 wheel drive vehicles now. We just heard one of them picked up a stranded Dr. who was headed to the hospital to deliver a baby! YIKES!!&lt;br /&gt;I just let the boys step onto the porch to see it all. They only made it a couple seconds. We will bundled up better later today and try to play at least a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="pp_item" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/70237cfe-70be-4981-8654-d7d4b231de85_b.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is a few hours later and I have more snow!!! This is measured in the same spot as the one above.19 inches!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="pp_item" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/8db0cf6e-02e6-423e-873e-8ce66668158d_b.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    And this is my porch!!! 22 inches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="pp_item" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/d3ce475e-db2a-4adb-998f-67e95231b380_b.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          And one last thing! My 4 year old opened the door in the garage and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="pp_item" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/13f24e6f-cfa9-4318-b015-5931c2a5b359_b.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="pp_item" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/93025c2a-9273-494b-865b-e058528f519c_b.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-4578972223372011801?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4578972223372011801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/imag0416.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4578972223372011801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4578972223372011801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/02/imag0416.html' title='OKLAHOMA SNOW!!'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-6084192690436484004</id><published>2011-01-30T19:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:50:46.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chandler'/><title type='text'>Buster and Chandler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="pp_item" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/a0081eda-220c-48dc-b881-08969fdd4401_b.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hear the chihuahua's are the worst dogs to get with kids around. I have to admit that I really haven't met a chihuahua that is not nippy and yippy. Until BUSTER! He is the sweetest puppy. I still just can't believe that he is this super sweet. we really are lucky to have him. He crawls up to snuggle with Chandler almost every night and falls asleep with him. Chandler loves it so much. Chandler grins and wraps his little arm around Buster and they drift off to sleep together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-6084192690436484004?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6084192690436484004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/01/imag0409.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6084192690436484004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6084192690436484004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/01/imag0409.html' title='Buster and Chandler'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-8026705323485117470</id><published>2011-01-15T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:31:38.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busters cousin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5334148203/" title="DSC00645"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC00645" src="http://static.flickr.com/5005/5334148203_2162f8f930_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurley is such a good dog! He knows Buster is little and so he lays down on the floor so Buster and walk all over him and wrestle. They were so cute together. The boys don't have cousins yet...but at least my dogs do. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-8026705323485117470?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/8026705323485117470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/01/busters-cousin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8026705323485117470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8026705323485117470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/01/busters-cousin.html' title='Busters cousin'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-8685278430644948697</id><published>2011-01-15T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:29:37.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muscle Men!</title><content type='html'>Jumping on the bed and showing off their muscles. They are best friends and I love that I have two boys who play together so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5334153915/" title="DSC00657"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC00657" src="http://static.flickr.com/5005/5334153915_f13be3b6f2_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-8685278430644948697?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/8685278430644948697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/01/muscle-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8685278430644948697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8685278430644948697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/01/muscle-men.html' title='Muscle Men!'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-5046898271928957454</id><published>2011-01-15T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:23:53.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandler and Boots</title><content type='html'>Chandler wanted to go outside in the cold so he went and put on his rainboots and told me he was ready. He cracks me up. Glad i got to do a little photo shoot before we had to take the boots on and put on pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5351025730/" title="DSC00755"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC00755" src="http://static.flickr.com/5124/5351025730_3be6a4e27d_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5350409117/" title="DSC00751"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC00751" src="http://static.flickr.com/5128/5350409117_9cbf93b73a_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5350410787/" title="DSC00753"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC00753" src="http://static.flickr.com/5201/5350410787_7c50b9b42f_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-5046898271928957454?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/5046898271928957454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/01/chandler-and-boots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/5046898271928957454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/5046898271928957454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/01/chandler-and-boots.html' title='Chandler and Boots'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-2739000109948714933</id><published>2011-01-08T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T20:13:14.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5334790748/" title="DSC00686"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC00686" src="http://static.flickr.com/5167/5334790748_437d474e51_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandler is getting to where he absolutely loves Buster and falls asleep with him in his arms almost every night. Of course Buster is in Heaven. That dog would snuggle 24/7 if he could. Chandler also loves playing tug a war with him and playing fetch. He says Reesie and buster are both his favorite...But I think Buster has the upper hand on Reese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/5317144202/" title="DSC00635"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img alt="DSC00635" src="http://static.flickr.com/5243/5317144202_869571c060_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-2739000109948714933?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/2739000109948714933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/2739000109948714933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/2739000109948714933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-6609481336368756042</id><published>2011-01-08T07:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T07:14:51.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I decided to start a teacher blog. There is not much on it, but here is the address&lt;br /&gt;http://firstisafairytale.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-6609481336368756042?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6609481336368756042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6609481336368756042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6609481336368756042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-6787694859421395733</id><published>2011-01-02T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T09:34:03.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TSCz-kbqXuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/palKuqwEICc/s1600/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TSCz-kbqXuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/palKuqwEICc/s200/DSC00456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557639827688152802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TSCzg6TfCbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aZQtqNHLG10/s1600/DSC00466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TSCzg6TfCbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aZQtqNHLG10/s200/DSC00466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557639318163360178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa sure left a bunch for the boys for Christmas this year! He even ate most of the cookies and he drank all of the milk! Parker and Chandler were so excited when they woke up Christmas morning! It took us a couple hours to open allt he presents! Partly because they had to stop and take a bath with Chandlers new waterfall bath toy! They crack me up. I love that they don't jsut tear through their presents yet. They still take their time and show excitement for every little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TSC1wacnz0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/cLuhcbCFX2c/s1600/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TSC1wacnz0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/cLuhcbCFX2c/s200/DSC00473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557641783512911682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TSC2Frq2pnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/P_dSq2LsD2o/s1600/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TSC2Frq2pnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/P_dSq2LsD2o/s200/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557642148913260146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was perfect. i love spending time with my family. My little ones won't be little for long enough. These are the special days, although it keeps getting better and better the older my boys get, I think these days are the ones I may treasure the very most. Innocence, genuine excitement and care free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-6787694859421395733?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6787694859421395733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6787694859421395733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6787694859421395733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-morning.html' title='Christmas Morning'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TSCz-kbqXuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/palKuqwEICc/s72-c/DSC00456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-5813513428554871913</id><published>2011-01-01T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T17:46:33.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TSCwkdTPfXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/huoBj09nWLg/s1600/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TSCwkdTPfXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/huoBj09nWLg/s320/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557636080562306418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little puppies are very tired after staying up until midnight to bark in the new year. Poor Buster had a rough end to his year. He got his leg ran over by a car the night before Thanksgiving. But as you can see, he is here and blessed to be alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TSCucN3nq7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dQkMB89jUuM/s1600/DSC00635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TSCucN3nq7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dQkMB89jUuM/s320/DSC00635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557633739957709746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TSCvnKZZikI/AAAAAAAAAGY/N0oKQ_x5FK0/s1600/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TSCvnKZZikI/AAAAAAAAAGY/N0oKQ_x5FK0/s320/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557635027515836994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for us, we had a really great day! We took the boys to see the movie Tangled at the theatre and then we took a great long nap! We knew that the boys would not be able to make it if we didn't! Then we had a really great dinner at Lonestar.  Last we stopped and got some snacks and a new wii game and returned home for a game night. It was nice to have a day with just us four having fun. I think we are going to have a great 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-5813513428554871913?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/5813513428554871913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-little-puppies-are-very-tired-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/5813513428554871913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/5813513428554871913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-little-puppies-are-very-tired-after.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TSCwkdTPfXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/huoBj09nWLg/s72-c/DSC00619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-4244768417225779559</id><published>2010-12-12T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T16:27:07.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prince Charming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TQVoOGX-niI/AAAAAAAAAGE/l8L3A_oj94g/s1600/DSC09989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TQVoOGX-niI/AAAAAAAAAGE/l8L3A_oj94g/s320/DSC09989.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549956707242647074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I felt a little like Snow White. My precious 2 year old, Chandler, stood on his tippy toes  on the rail of my bed and awoke me with a kiss on the cheek this morning. He remembers that  I sometimes wake him up that very same way. Nothing better than being a mom of boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-4244768417225779559?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4244768417225779559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-prince-charming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4244768417225779559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4244768417225779559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-prince-charming.html' title='My Prince Charming'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TQVoOGX-niI/AAAAAAAAAGE/l8L3A_oj94g/s72-c/DSC09989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-5801866005072130120</id><published>2010-07-11T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:54:45.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catchy Conversation</title><content type='html'>Talking to Parker...&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, why are you starting at Chandler?&lt;br /&gt;Well, he is so sleepy  that I didn't know if he was gonna be able to holds his head up anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I thought you thought he was cute or something.&lt;br /&gt;I do think he is cute.&lt;br /&gt;Well how come you don't stare at me when I am trying to go to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;I do stare at you, I think you are cute too. You just don't see me because your eyes are closed. Sometimes I even kiss you and you don't even know it!&lt;br /&gt;Well I do know you kiss me. I can't see you but I can still feel it and I know who it is that's kissing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at my boys constantly. They are the cutest things in my whole life. I sneak peeks at what they are doing all the time. Watching when they don't even know that I am watching. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight I let parker catch me watching him fall asleep.it made him smile the sweetest I have ever seen. After tonight, I think I'll remember to let the boys catch me watching sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-5801866005072130120?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/5801866005072130120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/07/catchy-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/5801866005072130120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/5801866005072130120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/07/catchy-conversation.html' title='Catchy Conversation'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-2619855409934616745</id><published>2010-06-27T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T18:41:15.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a Princess</title><content type='html'>They've got me wrapped around their tiny fingers. They find a way to melt my heart daily. They are my precious boys. Sometimes I wear dresses or skirts and sometimes I sleep in nightgowns  but to my boys they are simply ballgowns for their princess mommy. It doesn't matter if its late at night or first thing in the morning, make up on or off, if I am wearing a dress both of my sweet boys look at me and say... "mommy! You look like a princess!". How could life get any better than that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-2619855409934616745?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/2619855409934616745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-as-princess.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/2619855409934616745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/2619855409934616745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-as-princess.html' title='Life as a Princess'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-3268924299046079675</id><published>2010-04-10T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:23:56.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher of the Year</title><content type='html'>This was posted on Facebook by Owassoisms, just wanted t remember it!&lt;br /&gt;Katie Smith named the 2009-2010 Barnes Elementary Teacher of the Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie Smith has been given the honor of being named the 2009-2010 Barnes Elementary Teacher of the Year. Smith has held her teaching degree for seven years and has been a teacher at Barnes Elementary for six years where she currently teaches First Grade. In her teaching career, Smith has had the opportunity to serve on the Technology Committee, assist with staff development and manage her grade level website. She is a proud member of the Owasso Education Association and the National Education Association. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith currently serves as a supervising teacher and mentor. She strives to create a positive induction experience for new teachers and believes that one of the greatest accomplishments one can obtain, as an experienced educator, is to convey a passion for teaching to new educators. Katie graduated from East Central High School in 1998 and went on to receive her Bachelors of Science in Elementary Education from Northeastern State University. She is certified by the State of Oklahoma in both Elementary and Early Childhood Education. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie is the daughter of proud and loving parents, David and Barbara Burke and has been married to Shaun Smith for seven years. Shaun and Katie have two boys, Parker and Chandler Smith, who are very excited about when they will attend school in the wonderful community of Owasso, Oklahoma. As for her students, Katie’s desire is to be the best teacher she can be every day. She has a sincere love and passion for her teaching career. Mrs. Smith maintains a standing belief that all children deserve the opportunity to have an excellent education and holds a mission to find as many different avenues as she can to educate students. Smith positively creates a classroom environment reflecting her belief that children learn best when they participate actively in the learning process. Mrs. Smith believes it is essential to create and facilitate a safe and comfortable learning environment that develops confident, successful, lifelong learners. She encourages students to believe in themselves and to do their best as they explore their imaginations. Katie celebrates with students in their accomplishments and proudly watches them grow socially, emotionally, and cognitively under the partnership between herself and their parents. Katie is very understanding and genuinely cares about every child she encounters throughout the day. She loves being a teacher and says there is no other profession in the world that could be as rewarding as making a difference in the life and mind of a small child.&lt;br /&gt;at 8:11 PM  &lt;br /&gt;Links to this post&lt;br /&gt;  Owassoisms: Katie Smith named the 2009-2010 Barnes Elementary ...&lt;br /&gt;Create a Link&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-3268924299046079675?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/3268924299046079675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/04/teacher-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/3268924299046079675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/3268924299046079675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/04/teacher-of-year.html' title='Teacher of the Year'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-986647359794528978</id><published>2010-03-14T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:30:02.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/S51GuHuJcQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/u4giqXtkJxw/s1600-h/DSC04631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/S51GuHuJcQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/u4giqXtkJxw/s320/DSC04631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448588882348699906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that my baby will be 2 in May. He is so super cute and chubby and he makes me melt. I love the way he talks and runs fast and his facial expressions are simply adorable. When I ask him what he is, he answers...I  a baby. So I ask him, who's baby are you? and he says...I mama's baby.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! i just love it so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-986647359794528978?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/986647359794528978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/03/mamas-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/986647359794528978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/986647359794528978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/03/mamas-baby.html' title='Mama&apos;s Baby'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/S51GuHuJcQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/u4giqXtkJxw/s72-c/DSC04631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-6612426899128055201</id><published>2010-03-14T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:26:43.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker Broke His Arm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/S51FmnHHI4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ySj08K9rbn4/s1600-h/DSC04615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/S51FmnHHI4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ySj08K9rbn4/s320/DSC04615.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448587653824324482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker broke his arm on March 4, 2010. He was playing outside at Shelly's house and Shaun was there to  pick him. Parker went to chase after a large ball and fell over the top of it. He caught himself with his hands but the left hand buckled causing a "green tree" break. Since he is young the bone didn't snap all the way through. It just buckled the bone a bit so it will heal much faster. Phew! He will hopefully get the hard splint off This Thursday, just in time for his birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-6612426899128055201?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6612426899128055201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/03/parker-broke-his-arm-on-march-4-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6612426899128055201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6612426899128055201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/03/parker-broke-his-arm-on-march-4-2010.html' title='Parker Broke His Arm'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/S51FmnHHI4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ySj08K9rbn4/s72-c/DSC04615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-4142523123436499809</id><published>2010-03-13T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:00:17.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Stay Little</title><content type='html'>A couple of nights ago Parker curled up in my arms at bedtime in tears.  When i asked him what was the matters he cried out that he didn't what to grow up. When I asked him why he said it was because he didn't want his teeth to fall out. I tried to explain to him that it wouldn't happen for a long time and it was ok because when they do fall out you get new ones. We call them big teeth. He cried even more and begged me to let him stay little because he didn't want them to fall out and he didn't want big teeth like Daddy. I finally told him he could be my little baby forever and everything would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Parker has always freaked out about things coming out of his body. Seriously! We have had to talk him through, throw up, poop, ear wax, boogers and even plaque. Parker just thinks if the good Lord put it in our body it probably needs to just say put.&lt;br /&gt;The whole tooth thing came up because he got to see Chloe Duncan that morning who had just lost a front tooth. Although she was very excited about his it really freaked him out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-4142523123436499809?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4142523123436499809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-stay-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4142523123436499809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4142523123436499809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-stay-little.html' title='I Want To Stay Little'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-6845161840664636634</id><published>2010-03-10T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:08:25.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owassoisms: Katie Smith named the 2009-2010 Barnes Elementary Teacher of the Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://owassoisms.blogspot.com/2010/03/katie-smith-named-2009-2010-barnes.html"&gt;Owassoisms: Katie Smith named the 2009-2010 Barnes Elementary Teacher of the Year.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-6845161840664636634?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://owassoisms.blogspot.com/2010/03/katie-smith-named-2009-2010-barnes.html' title='Owassoisms: Katie Smith named the 2009-2010 Barnes Elementary Teacher of the Year.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6845161840664636634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/03/owassoisms-katie-smith-named-2009-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6845161840664636634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6845161840664636634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/03/owassoisms-katie-smith-named-2009-2010.html' title='Owassoisms: Katie Smith named the 2009-2010 Barnes Elementary Teacher of the Year.'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-8564214260538710101</id><published>2010-01-25T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:50:15.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the Barnes TOY</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness I can't believe it! Today we had Ram Rally like we always do on Mondays...but today something special happened! Mr. Riggs, our principal, took the microphone and said&lt;br /&gt;"We'd like to take this moment to announce that our 2009-2010 Teacher Of the Year is.......&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith!" &lt;br /&gt;What a very happy moment for me! It is such an honor to be chosen by my colleagues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/S2SNSKSCKmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XR76PbJnUfc/s1600-h/DSC03630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/S2SNSKSCKmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XR76PbJnUfc/s320/DSC03630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432622393652816482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annette Sears, the teacher of the year from last year passed on a bouquet of balloons to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/S2SLKwl4lUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EFif12uhWg0/s1600-h/DSC03594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/S2SLKwl4lUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EFif12uhWg0/s320/DSC03594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432620067474412866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later in the day the school PTO sent me a pretty bouquet of flowers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/S2SMCZpQ5uI/AAAAAAAAAFU/skJJEx9kzNQ/s1600-h/DSC03621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/S2SMCZpQ5uI/AAAAAAAAAFU/skJJEx9kzNQ/s320/DSC03621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432621023387248354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight my dad brought dinner and my mom brought me more beautiful flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly feel like there are so many other teachers at my school who deserve this honor. I am so thankful that they are such amazing role models and friends. I am so thankful they share with me and allow me to learn from them. A girl couldn't dream of a better group of people to have around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/S2SM8efIFbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/D6Zp1G_PTCs/s1600-h/DSC03619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/S2SM8efIFbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/D6Zp1G_PTCs/s320/DSC03619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432622021119317426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My students were the cutest. I got hugs all day long. I love First Grade and I love teaching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-8564214260538710101?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/8564214260538710101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-barnes-toy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8564214260538710101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8564214260538710101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-barnes-toy.html' title='I&apos;m the Barnes TOY'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/S2SNSKSCKmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XR76PbJnUfc/s72-c/DSC03630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-9201350160879711243</id><published>2010-01-23T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:31:21.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I want or want to do...but haven't accomplished</title><content type='html'>I'm a list maker. It's an obsession really and I think I inherited it from my dad. Maybe that is why I have all this stuff I want done that isn't done...because here i am spending my time making a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clean out the hallway closet..it is sooo stuffed full of pictures and I want to put them all in albums. There pictures of my childhood. But I don't have enough albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redecorate my whole house...it is bugging me. There is a million things at Kirklands that I want really bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find all the video files on my computer and organize them and then burn them onto CD's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the cd I lost of march 2006. It has the video of Parker at the hospital...I don't have another copy. :( Plus I already lost enough of his pictures when my hard-drive crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find a miracle that can pull all my stuff off my old hard drive that I have been saving since like 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clean the storage place in my classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy 2-3 shelves for my classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the boys on Vacation some where awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a whole new wardrobe all at once. I have always wanted to do that. Just throw out all my clothes and shop til I drop for a whole new look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redo the albums I have of the boys but putting all the pics in page protectors instead of those yucky cling albums. That way they can look at them without the pics always sliding out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give shaun time to finish the outside door, wire the blu ray properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start blogging again and figure out how to print a book of it. I heard that you can do that. I want to write done more things that the boys do so I can remember good and funny things...cause someday they might want to hear about it...or at least maybe their wives will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there is a ton more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-9201350160879711243?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/9201350160879711243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-i-want-or-want-to-dobut-havent.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/9201350160879711243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/9201350160879711243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-i-want-or-want-to-dobut-havent.html' title='Things I want or want to do...but haven&apos;t accomplished'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-6333994769646756566</id><published>2009-03-21T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:51:57.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>"I wish I wish with all my heart" , in the words of Parker, that I could remember every little thing. It is so important to me that I remember. I love so many moments in my life and it bothers me that I have  a horrible memory. I think that is why I am obsessed with taking pictures and making notes. I only hope that it will help, some day when Shaun and I are old and gray, trigger visions of the past. I sort of wish somehow I could blink for T-VO in my brain and then play it back exactly as it were.&lt;br /&gt;More things I want to remember some day...&lt;br /&gt;Parker...&lt;br /&gt;Makes up voices and words for Chandler&lt;br /&gt;"I dont say scuze (excuse) me por (for) part (fart), just scuse me burp." (said at the dinner table)&lt;br /&gt;told Brittany (hairdresser) "I want hair wike (like) daddies."&lt;br /&gt;"My strong" "green beans make be strong and higher (taller) wike daddy. I have to pick the seeds out for him to eat them though. crazy.&lt;br /&gt;The boys laugh and giggle together in the car. Chandler cracks Parker up and they are only 3 and 10 months old. It is the cutest bond ever.&lt;br /&gt;Parker stapled his finger, but didn't cry til daddy took the staple out. Shaun checked and it seemed that all the staples were out, but...there was still one left. oops.&lt;br /&gt;Parker says.. He (chandler) wuvs (loves) me.&lt;br /&gt;Parker saw the space station fly over Owaso.. he waved and said..."Hi people"&lt;br /&gt;Recites from DragonTales. I wish I wish with all my heart to fly with dragons in a land apart. (sound absolutly innocent.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandler...&lt;br /&gt;is so proud when he claps&lt;br /&gt;likes to show his muscles and make you laugh and clap for him&lt;br /&gt;loves peek a book. especially likes to duck behind the coffee table and pop up to scare you.&lt;br /&gt;Still sweetly sings himself to sleep. adorable and precious.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes has a machine gun laugh.&lt;br /&gt;gives priceless, slobbery, open mouth kisses.&lt;br /&gt;is a water baby, loves baths and anything to do with water.&lt;br /&gt;plays with himself in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;learnign to play catch with a ball&lt;br /&gt;stands alone and is so close to taking a step by himself.&lt;br /&gt;Gets so excited and giggly to play chase. He likes to get caught too.&lt;br /&gt;pretends to cry. he even purposefully bonked his head on the coffee table and looked at me and tried to cry about it. Of course I scooped him up and babied him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments with my boys that I would never trade or give up for the world. Every little thing... the looks, the fits even, tug my heart. Every minute with them is heaven to me. I love them with every little peice of my being. Truly, I wish, I wish with all my heart to always remember these precious moments vividly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-6333994769646756566?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6333994769646756566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/03/remembering.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6333994769646756566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6333994769646756566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/03/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-4579439115907105904</id><published>2009-03-09T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:09:22.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Out</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I took Chandler to the Urgent Care. He was so happy but I just felt like something was wrong because he had an awful cough. He ended up having an ear infection and a sore throat. We got some antibiotics and stayed at home for the rest of the day. He ended up throwing up everywhere that evening, I guess because of all the drainage. Poor little guy, this is the sickest has ever been. I decided to stay home from work to take care of him today. I am hoping the antibiotics work fast. Anyway, I heard him about 2:00A.M. so I got up in a hurry and grabbed some Motrin to take to his room. When I got to his room, he was on the floor. OH MY GOSH, HE FELL OUT OF HIS BED. I hurried and flipped on the light. He was laying on his tummy crying. I cannot even believe this happened. I don't know how he did it. I picked him up and checked him out . He is perfectly okay. It really scared us both though. I woke up Shaun and he lowered his bed all the way to the bottom. Chandler ended up sleeping in between Shaun and I for the rest of the night though. Shaun said that his blanket was bundled up along the side of his bed, so maybe he stood on it and it gave him enough height to topple over. Who knows? One thing I am sure of, those angels I pray for every night to guard him, were watching over him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-4579439115907105904?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4579439115907105904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/03/falling-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4579439115907105904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4579439115907105904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/03/falling-out.html' title='Falling Out'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-7323833289658864188</id><published>2009-02-23T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:48:11.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandler walking</title><content type='html'>Chandler has been pulling up and walking along the furniture for a couple of weeks. It finally dawned on me to get out the push toys. He loves them and it is so cute to see his little chubby legs trotting along. I think he will walk before his birthday! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1b98637432c8a25f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b98637432c8a25f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768088%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24B1D6CB14465DEFACCB787BED9039AF92CB90E.7AD2D0BAA407FD7668139CE1CFC538FBD7A869C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b98637432c8a25f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKG-pFH8UXQAByOoV2aUn7dVoSuY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b98637432c8a25f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768088%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24B1D6CB14465DEFACCB787BED9039AF92CB90E.7AD2D0BAA407FD7668139CE1CFC538FBD7A869C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b98637432c8a25f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKG-pFH8UXQAByOoV2aUn7dVoSuY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-7323833289658864188?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1b98637432c8a25f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/7323833289658864188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/02/chandler-walking.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/7323833289658864188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/7323833289658864188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/02/chandler-walking.html' title='Chandler walking'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-2540342693498926424</id><published>2009-02-23T17:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:30:58.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker is Potty Trained</title><content type='html'>Yay! I am so excited. Parker may finally be potty trained. We have tried several times before, but he just wasn't ready. On Friday he acted like he needed to go poop so we asked him if he wanted to go in the potty. Every since he has been going all the time. Yay I am so happy. He looks so cute in his little big boy underwear! Also, he is so proud of himself. Oh, and he really loves that he gets bubble gum if he poops. 2 pieces!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-2540342693498926424?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/2540342693498926424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/02/parker-is-potty-trained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/2540342693498926424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/2540342693498926424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/02/parker-is-potty-trained.html' title='Parker is Potty Trained'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-3448077753006138721</id><published>2009-02-15T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:45:07.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker's Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SZh-DQZrzOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YaGyrWjUUJk/s1600-h/Parker%27s+picture+of+Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SZh-DQZrzOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YaGyrWjUUJk/s400/Parker%27s+picture+of+Daddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303127155636161762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker was drawing on his easel today, like he does often. He said... mommy, mommy look! I draw Daddy. I was amazed! This is his first drawing that actually looks like a person. He told me what everything was, his hair, eyes, nose. Then he said, oh, oh, I draw mouth. So he took the marker and added a mouth for Daddy. I love little kids pictures. This is so cute to me. What good detail for an almost 3 year old. To me anyways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-3448077753006138721?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/3448077753006138721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/02/parkers-picture.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/3448077753006138721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/3448077753006138721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/02/parkers-picture.html' title='Parker&apos;s Picture'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SZh-DQZrzOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YaGyrWjUUJk/s72-c/Parker%27s+picture+of+Daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-2159446368142928688</id><published>2009-02-13T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:45:09.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I drive him crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-36f95fb76d18f199" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36f95fb76d18f199%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768088%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D851FDACD9EB5033C561BC852DA8C326937A354BE.165B0D1ACA761F3AFAEA3991546FCA988129A437%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36f95fb76d18f199%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX5vUplokc1hZJOjKwNhwHrKf-Rw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36f95fb76d18f199%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768088%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D851FDACD9EB5033C561BC852DA8C326937A354BE.165B0D1ACA761F3AFAEA3991546FCA988129A437%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36f95fb76d18f199%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX5vUplokc1hZJOjKwNhwHrKf-Rw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started last week when I put a sweatshirt on Parker that he didn't want to wear. He looked down at it, put his hands on his head and said... Oh Mo'om! You drivin me cwazy! Then he started saying it all the time, about Chandler, Aiden, me and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things he says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kicked Reese the other day. Shaun got on to him and said that he is going to get spankings if he kicks the dog. He teared up and came in to me. He told on himslef about kicking Reese and then put his right hand on his forehead and said... Daddy gonna pill (kill) me. I have no idea where he learned that one. The driving me crazy thing I'll take credit for but this...No idea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always asked to watch the tuby &lt;two&gt; which means T.V. I think it's funny cause he has no idea they used to be called the tube. That is just how he says T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we had some country music playing on the T.V. and Parker started dancing. He loves to dance. Anyway, he really started shaking his bottom. All of the sudden he stopped and got a crazy look or a surprised look on his face. He smiled and said...My bottit (bottom) is going crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day in the car on the way home Chandler kept talking to Parker. He was just saying na na  naa  naa na. Parker got the sweetest look on his face, reached out and held Chander's hand and said...I wu (love) you too bub. Ans he told me... aw mom, Chandwer (Chandler) so tute (cute) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-2159446368142928688?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=36f95fb76d18f199&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/2159446368142928688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-drive-him-crazy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/2159446368142928688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/2159446368142928688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-drive-him-crazy.html' title='I drive him crazy'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-1094081561642017408</id><published>2009-02-09T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:22:41.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandler  Waves Bye Bye</title><content type='html'>Chandler waved bye bye to Kristen last week. Shelly taught him how. It is so cute. Now he waves bye bye all the time to everyone. This was just for practice, but he waves really good to me in the mornings and to Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-53a2210ab1b1a355" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53a2210ab1b1a355%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768088%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82F83B2C563AA9E6A81AB3E6C1657D0C367FE89F.4922550879375F234BAA4D256B098CEDCE220C55%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53a2210ab1b1a355%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIhfHxjFtDW_5BGc0BE9CSHE2QdA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53a2210ab1b1a355%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768088%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82F83B2C563AA9E6A81AB3E6C1657D0C367FE89F.4922550879375F234BAA4D256B098CEDCE220C55%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53a2210ab1b1a355%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIhfHxjFtDW_5BGc0BE9CSHE2QdA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandler also started shaking his head no. I love the way he looks when he does this. It is so adorable. I like the way he looks at us when he does it. I love him so much. I love watching all the new things that he and Parker do and say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ea0d71e03c1b7dfd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dea0d71e03c1b7dfd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768088%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A7491F2B18060D326937CB5FD0AC3FCE7EDD2D5.4BCB2CE6DCE8C3DFDC44A975601EB48670E952D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dea0d71e03c1b7dfd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzZkjDAsOpETcgN6piYjSRAnGtwM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dea0d71e03c1b7dfd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768088%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A7491F2B18060D326937CB5FD0AC3FCE7EDD2D5.4BCB2CE6DCE8C3DFDC44A975601EB48670E952D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dea0d71e03c1b7dfd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzZkjDAsOpETcgN6piYjSRAnGtwM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-1094081561642017408?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/1094081561642017408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/02/chandler-waves-bye-bye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/1094081561642017408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/1094081561642017408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/02/chandler-waves-bye-bye.html' title='Chandler  Waves Bye Bye'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-3322362481330526382</id><published>2009-01-27T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:31:45.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii</title><content type='html'>Well Today was a snowday! Now school! These days are so fun to me! Even though it is so cold outside I think we have figured out a way to give Parker some outdoor like exercise. 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Today Chandler got to see snow falling from the sky for the first time. We played outside for a little bit. Chandler ate some snow and made a funny face. Shaun made a big pile of snow for Parker to jump in. It was really fun. Afterward we all came in and warmed up by the fire. 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Chandler got to have a little cake and ice cream. We got Nanny a cuddle blanket and Parker gave Nanny something extra special. 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He did such a good job. It was cute. He Really doesn't have a whole lot of hair but it was long on the top and poofy in the back so she just took a little bit off. He liked  the razor. He smiled like it tickled.&lt;br /&gt;Parker got his haircut too and he did good as usual, but he did fall out of the chair because he was trying to squirt me with the water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3233052460/" title="P1240049"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img alt="P1240049" src="http://static.flickr.com/3080/3233052460_bca57a18fd_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3232203107/" title="P1240050"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1240050" src="http://static.flickr.com/3489/3232203107_44a8530de2_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3232203107/" title="P1240050"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3233043970/" title="P1240058"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1240058" src="http://static.flickr.com/3303/3233043970_4594f78993_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3233043970/" title="P1240058"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3232194505/" title="P1240059"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1240059" src="http://static.flickr.com/3450/3232194505_c1a1dcf03e_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared with Flock - The Social Web Browser&lt;br /&gt;http://flock.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-44727086750576626?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/44727086750576626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/chandlers-first-haircut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/44727086750576626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/44727086750576626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/chandlers-first-haircut.html' title='Chandler&apos;s First Haircut'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-7368480096761965796</id><published>2009-01-21T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:11:17.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful January Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SX--jDSnAiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uGwXW5ElezI/s1600-h/P1210036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SX--jDSnAiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uGwXW5ElezI/s320/P1210036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296161196199051810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3232997802/" title="P1210033"&gt;   &lt;img style="width: 294px; height: 222px;" alt="P1210033" src="http://static.flickr.com/3443/3232997802_ac2572efdf_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been craving the sunshine and warmth so we could go and play outside. Finally today was perfect. We played til the sun set and then we lit the chiminea and and relaxed beside it. the boys love riding on the parachute and swinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3232168001/" title="P1210013"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1210013" src="http://static.flickr.com/3354/3232168001_36d9134fe8_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="flock-breadcrumb"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flock.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3233014652/" title="P1210015"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1210015" src="http://static.flickr.com/3444/3233014652_acf81fa489_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3232160547/" title="P1210020"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1210020" src="http://static.flickr.com/3114/3232160547_4aac33c033_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3232997802/" title="P1210033"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3232994664/" title="P1210036"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-7368480096761965796?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/7368480096761965796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-january-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/7368480096761965796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/7368480096761965796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-january-day.html' title='Beautiful January Day'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SX--jDSnAiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uGwXW5ElezI/s72-c/P1210036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-779283940506978047</id><published>2009-01-19T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:41:56.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Chandler</title><content type='html'>I realized today that he is not just cutting his 3rd tooth like I said previously. Poor little Chandler is cutting his 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th tooth all at the same time. Guess he is gonna cut teeth like his Uncle Dustin. No wonder his front gums have so so swollen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-779283940506978047?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/779283940506978047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/poor-chandler.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/779283940506978047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/779283940506978047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/poor-chandler.html' title='Poor Chandler'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-3171412401386906007</id><published>2009-01-18T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:59:30.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday School</title><content type='html'>Here are some of Parker's friends is Sunday school. They thought it was funny on Sunday to hide on the shelves.&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3233026058/" title="P1180002"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="flock-breadcrumb"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3233026058/" title="P1180002"&gt; &lt;img alt="P1180002" src="http://static.flickr.com/3492/3233026058_424e03529d_m.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3233026058/" title="P1180002"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3232175493/" title="P1180004"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1180004" src="http://static.flickr.com/3105/3232175493_cfb822651e_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="flock-breadcrumb"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flock.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-3171412401386906007?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/3171412401386906007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/3171412401386906007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/3171412401386906007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-school.html' title='Sunday School'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-6496104472903887441</id><published>2009-01-17T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:51:15.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forehand Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205537864/" title="P1170064"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1170064" src="http://static.flickr.com/3378/3205537864_638afa65c5_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="flock-breadcrumb"&gt;Today we had a family get together at my parents house with the Forehand side of the family. This is a picture of the girls! (my cousins). It was good to see everyone. Parker and Chandler had a blast playing with everyone. Aunt Suzie passed on a tons of stuff from her classroom to mine. I can't wait to go through all of it! I am so glad that she thought of me to pass it on to. Melissa is engaged! Yay Melissa, I should have gotten a picture of the ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205578762/" title="P1170005"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205578762/" title="P1170005"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1170005" src="http://static.flickr.com/3354/3205578762_d29289935c_m.jpg" /&gt; Grandma and the boys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205578762/" title="P1170005"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205573646/" title="P1170011"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1170011" src="http://static.flickr.com/3091/3205573646_44f4e13dc7_m.jpg" /&gt;Jillian and Ryan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205573646/" title="P1170011"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205572738/" title="P1170012"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1170012" src="http://static.flickr.com/3327/3205572738_ffda8720e5_m.jpg" /&gt; Me and Chandler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205572738/" title="P1170012"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205566980/" title="P1170024"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1170024" src="http://static.flickr.com/3370/3205566980_035305ba16_m.jpg" /&gt;Janessa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205566980/" title="P1170024"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205565962/" title="P1170027"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1170027" src="http://static.flickr.com/3380/3205565962_0dc1637c80_m.jpg" /&gt; Janessa, Jillian and Ryan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205565962/" title="P1170027"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205564684/" title="P1170028"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1170028" src="http://static.flickr.com/3324/3205564684_2b5e51600a_m.jpg" /&gt;Jaclyn nad Chandler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205564684/" title="P1170028"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205561266/" title="P1170038"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1170038" src="http://static.flickr.com/3302/3205561266_648f04d0c0_m.jpg" /&gt; Dustin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205561266/" title="P1170038"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3204708009/" title="P1170045"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1170045" src="http://static.flickr.com/3373/3204708009_e5d4a917d1_m.jpg" /&gt; Janessa, Susie, Jaclyn, Ryan, Jillian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3204708009/" title="P1170045"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205554022/" title="P1170046"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1170046" src="http://static.flickr.com/3531/3205554022_d92b9be81f_m.jpg" /&gt; Michael, Shelly, Colin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205554022/" title="P1170046"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3204706375/" title="P1170047"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1170047" src="http://static.flickr.com/3127/3204706375_ed543806b9_m.jpg" /&gt;Uncle Johnny and Parker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3204706375/" title="P1170047"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3205548130/" title="P1170053"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1170053" src="http://static.flickr.com/3446/3205548130_923fefecd8_m.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of the Forehand kids. Mark, Susie, David, Barbara and Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3204689195/" title="P1170002"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P1170002" src="http://static.flickr.com/3308/3204689195_1780679e56_m.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;Josh and Megan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="flock-breadcrumb"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-6496104472903887441?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6496104472903887441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/forehand-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6496104472903887441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6496104472903887441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/forehand-family.html' title='Forehand Family'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-1231312154667495692</id><published>2009-01-14T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:47:20.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker reads a book</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1825e1ebf95fd0ec" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1825e1ebf95fd0ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768088%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E167C5EB8FD0F8AADAAA991A6E8C3B6B93F94E5.3AD19AECEA9EE5ECBC2634EF4146EC6658DEC19E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1825e1ebf95fd0ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1r5yxgdGYpGzI51R0-5xBdFHcVk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1825e1ebf95fd0ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768088%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E167C5EB8FD0F8AADAAA991A6E8C3B6B93F94E5.3AD19AECEA9EE5ECBC2634EF4146EC6658DEC19E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1825e1ebf95fd0ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1r5yxgdGYpGzI51R0-5xBdFHcVk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;   Parker loves to read stories with me. Tonight when we read this short little book and he decided to read by himself. Sometimes I point to the words, maybe cause I am a teacher, so that he can learn that those weird shapes at the bottom mean something. Anyway, he pointed to the words when he read tonight! That is such a big deal to me. He called the pig and oink and the dog a puppy, but he pointed tot he words! Woohoo! I am so excited. It was cute. My little beginner reader, I am a proud mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-1231312154667495692?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1825e1ebf95fd0ec&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/1231312154667495692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/parker-reads-book.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/1231312154667495692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/1231312154667495692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/parker-reads-book.html' title='Parker reads a book'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-6906380836729270912</id><published>2009-01-13T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:58:28.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy</title><content type='html'>Well, i was mama for a long time. then all of the sudden Parker started calling me mom. It was weir to hear him say. Sounded so grown up. Well, yesterday he stared calling me mommy! I thought maybe it was just for the day but, today he is still calling me mommy. I like it. I hope it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;Today during dinner, Parker said he was gonna get stong and big like Daddy from eating. It was cute. We have never heard him say that before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-6906380836729270912?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6906380836729270912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/mommy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6906380836729270912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6906380836729270912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/mommy.html' title='Mommy'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-4032665356599523049</id><published>2009-01-11T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T07:41:34.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling Up</title><content type='html'>Chandler had gotten really good at pulling himself up on to furniture and standing. It is so cute. He is so proud of himself when he does it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-4032665356599523049?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4032665356599523049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/pulling-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4032665356599523049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4032665356599523049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/pulling-up.html' title='Pulling Up'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-5630713402550460586</id><published>2009-01-07T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:16:28.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigs at Lowe's</title><content type='html'>Today we had to run to Wal-Mart and when we got out of the car Parker asked if we could go see the piggies. We were confused and didn't have a clue what he was talking about. Finally, I figured out that he was looking at all the little sheds outside of Lowe's. He thinks they are barns for little piggies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-5630713402550460586?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/5630713402550460586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/pigs-at-lowes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/5630713402550460586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/5630713402550460586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/pigs-at-lowes.html' title='Pigs at Lowe&apos;s'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-698259339683127290</id><published>2009-01-06T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:17:04.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandlers 3rd Tooth</title><content type='html'>Chandler is cutting his 3rd tooth! It is his top right one. I can feel it coming in. He is teething really well. He is sleeping all night and I haven't given him Tylenol at all for this tooth until today. It really hasn't seemed to bother him. Poor Parker had a tough time teething. He even had to have codeine to get him through a few of his teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-698259339683127290?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/698259339683127290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/chandlers-3rd-tooth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/698259339683127290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/698259339683127290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/chandlers-3rd-tooth.html' title='Chandlers 3rd Tooth'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-8551996051378580062</id><published>2009-01-05T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:22:09.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St Louis</title><content type='html'>This weekend we took a quick trip to St. Louis. Shaun woke up Friday morning and said he sure would love to get out of town for the weekend, so we did. The boys did pretty good on the way up there. It took much longer than just a normal 6 hour drive. We had several stops. But we made it there Friday night and we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went to the City Museum. It was such a cool place. They had all kinds of tunnels and slides and stuff made out of steel and building material and shipping rollers. Parker and Chandler had so much fun. They were completely worn out when we left.&lt;br /&gt;We realized we forgot bathing suits to swim in at the hotel, so we decided to go to walmart, but it took us forever to find it. We actually never found it until we finally found a Target and left from there. Suddenly walmart just appeared out of nowhere. Of course it would when we didn't need it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we ate at white Castle. It was ok. We saw it on food network and wanted to try it. We went to the arch. Parker hesitated to go to the top, but he liked it a little. He is scared of heights so after he looked out the window he told us... I am done, I want to go home now. He really just wanted to get back down to the ground. Seeing flying birds below him didn't fit his fancy.&lt;br /&gt;Last we took a tour of annheiser busch. The boys got to see the clydesdale horses. Those horses are like royalty. i think I want to be a horse for Annheiser Busch.&lt;br /&gt;This trip homw was better. i boys slept most of the way, they were exhausted. We stopped and ate at Cracker Barrel in joplina nd then got home about 10:00 Sunday night. It was a good get away and it is always fun to take the boys to see new stuff. They really enjoy famly outings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-8551996051378580062?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/8551996051378580062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/st-louis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8551996051378580062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8551996051378580062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/01/st-louis.html' title='St Louis'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-4853789817324021050</id><published>2008-12-31T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:20:28.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandler can Crawl</title><content type='html'>Chandler can crawl! He has been trying tto for awhile now. He could go backwards and spin all around but he just hadn't figured out how to go forward until today. He looks kind of like an inch worm cause he sticks his hiney up in the air and then plops down. It gets him where he wants to go though! he crawled all the way from his room to Parker's room.&lt;br /&gt;He can also sit up from crawling too. I hadn't seen him do that until today either. I think Shaun may have seen him do it once before though.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the mall today and got a drink and tried to teacher Chandler to use a straw. He learned so fast. It is cute that he can drink out of a straw now!&lt;br /&gt;We took the boys to Build a Bear and Chandler got excited about a puppy so he got a soft cute puppy with a red shirt and Parker picked out a pink minkey with hearts all over it. We tried to see if he wanted a bear or dinosaur or someting but he wanted the pink one. So silly. When we got home he said it was his curious george monkeys mama. He is really into family and who is who. He always is asking things like... where is Reese's mama (he thinks reese is a daddy dog), and is that kitty a daddy or mama. He just wants to know. It's sweet to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-4853789817324021050?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4853789817324021050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/12/chandler-can-crawl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4853789817324021050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4853789817324021050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/12/chandler-can-crawl.html' title='Chandler can Crawl'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-4069915543513069651</id><published>2008-12-26T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:12:56.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>We had a great Christmas. e spent Tuesday night with Grandma and Pappaw, Wednesday night with Great Grammy and Grandad and Thursday with Nanny and Poppa. The boys got s many clothes and toys I couldn't believe it. It was really fun. Parker really got into it this year. He was so sweet opening gifts. he showed interest in each gift and said thank you to people as he opened them. He was so poite, sweet and excited. Chandler loved that paper and bows of course. He was very excited and had a great time too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-4069915543513069651?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4069915543513069651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4069915543513069651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4069915543513069651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-3705205417443175784</id><published>2008-12-15T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:40:02.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spidey</title><content type='html'>Today was a snow day! WoooHoo! I love snow days!&lt;br /&gt;While Chandler was taking a nap, Parker and I went through his old clothes to see what could fit Chandler. Parker was such a good helper. He put all the socks away and matched up shoes for me. Chandler is already wearing some 18 month clothes and he is only 7 months old! He weighed 21 lbs when we went to Dr. Daley last week. Anyway, we found a cute pair of Jammies. I think he makes a cute spiderman baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUcwsAOsGCI/AAAAAAAAADc/W4_A3S1MU1Y/s1600-h/PC150025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUcwsAOsGCI/AAAAAAAAADc/W4_A3S1MU1Y/s320/PC150025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280242620649183266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUcwr4SyBnI/AAAAAAAAADU/bxcKSSysTh4/s1600-h/PC150023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUcwr4SyBnI/AAAAAAAAADU/bxcKSSysTh4/s320/PC150023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280242618518865522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, earlier this morning Parker broke up his goldfish into small pieces and gave some to Chandler. It was cute of him to do and Chandler loved the goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUcxDz57mAI/AAAAAAAAADk/B_AWVphcRZA/s1600-h/PC150018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUcxDz57mAI/AAAAAAAAADk/B_AWVphcRZA/s320/PC150018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280243029657753602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-3705205417443175784?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/3705205417443175784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/12/spidey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/3705205417443175784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/3705205417443175784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/12/spidey.html' title='Spidey'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUcwsAOsGCI/AAAAAAAAADc/W4_A3S1MU1Y/s72-c/PC150025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-5507460866204818124</id><published>2008-12-14T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:31:14.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Train</title><content type='html'>Tonight we went to the Christmas Train in Dry Gulch, USA. They remodeled and it is very pretty there. We had a lot of fun. It was pretty cold though! It started sleeting while we were there and then we drove in freezing rain home. Yikes! But Shaun did a good job, I am just one of those nervous riders. Chandler was such a good baby. He fell asleep when we rode the train. Parker had fun, he loves trains so much. He also got to ride a pony. But, during the whole pony ride, he kept looking a this small little donkey that was standing off to the side. It really was a sweet looking donkey. It looked like the donkey in the Disney cartoon Small One. I think that is why Parker was so worried about him. He thought that he looked sad. When we watched that movie last week, there was a part at the end of the movie when Joseph buys the donkey to carry Mary. The movie never shows a picture of Jesus or Mary, but when it showed Joseph, I told Parker who it was. He said, oh and Mary! It is neat that he is connecting the two together and knows their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUcuIJXlm5I/AAAAAAAAADM/tSNiIpZA9_U/s1600-h/PC140011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUcuIJXlm5I/AAAAAAAAADM/tSNiIpZA9_U/s320/PC140011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280239805603879826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUcuHzXMOSI/AAAAAAAAADE/bIOb0Cdw-ug/s1600-h/PC140007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUcuHzXMOSI/AAAAAAAAADE/bIOb0Cdw-ug/s320/PC140007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280239799696636194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUcuHeU4r4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/v_vy3B1PvSE/s1600-h/PC140006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUcuHeU4r4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/v_vy3B1PvSE/s320/PC140006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280239794049822594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUcuHMGm_KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DJXeTrGqh9E/s1600-h/PC140002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUcuHMGm_KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DJXeTrGqh9E/s320/PC140002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280239789158104226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUcuG9JI8JI/AAAAAAAAACs/VscPW25DIzI/s1600-h/PC140001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUcuG9JI8JI/AAAAAAAAACs/VscPW25DIzI/s320/PC140001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280239785142186130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-5507460866204818124?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/5507460866204818124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/5507460866204818124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/5507460866204818124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-train.html' title='The Christmas Train'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUcuIJXlm5I/AAAAAAAAADM/tSNiIpZA9_U/s72-c/PC140011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-4267380362376841021</id><published>2008-12-13T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T11:56:58.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sleeping Haircut</title><content type='html'>We went to Wal Mart shopping this morning and then we had to head straight to a hair appointment. Parker fell asleep on the way. So, when we got there I just carried him in asleep thinking he would wake up inside for the haircut. He didn't though! He slept through the whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUVkwyIFJYI/AAAAAAAAACk/md3lLYvJRAg/s1600-h/PC130070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUVkwyIFJYI/AAAAAAAAACk/md3lLYvJRAg/s320/PC130070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279736927413937538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUVkwiAwkMI/AAAAAAAAACc/WDJGOxNSK_s/s1600-h/PC130069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUVkwiAwkMI/AAAAAAAAACc/WDJGOxNSK_s/s320/PC130069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279736923088261314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUVkvvzWEiI/AAAAAAAAACU/IgExIhHorIo/s1600-h/PC130068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUVkvvzWEiI/AAAAAAAAACU/IgExIhHorIo/s320/PC130068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279736909610226210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-4267380362376841021?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4267380362376841021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleeping-haircut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4267380362376841021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4267380362376841021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleeping-haircut.html' title='The Sleeping Haircut'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUVkwyIFJYI/AAAAAAAAACk/md3lLYvJRAg/s72-c/PC130070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-4297650017182571752</id><published>2008-12-04T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T05:50:34.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You Too</title><content type='html'>Today I stayed home with the boys because Chandler is sick. Poor little guy it is his first time to be sick. He has a sore throat and a high fever. His fever I think is making him feel sick at his stomach so he has thrown up twice. This afternoon when he threw up poor little Parker tried to clean it up. We were playing with blocks on the floor and I went to put the Tylenol back on the counter. I heard Parker say uh oh, oh no! I looked over and Chandler had thrown up all over the floor and the blocks. I took Chandler to clean him up and Parker said " I keen it up mama" and he ran to get towels. I tried to tell him several times to leave it alone, I would clean it after I helped Chandler. But, he just kept going and getting more towels and saying, "it's ok, I keen it up, I do it." Bless his heart. He is such a good brother. And bless Chandler's heart, he is so sick.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, when I put Chandler down for a nap, Parker and I laid on the couch and watched Mickey's Twice Upon a Christmas. I squeezed him tight and said, "Parker, I love you." He said..."Mama, I wu you too." It was so adorable to me. he says I love you all the time but this time was cuter to me becasue he said "too"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-4297650017182571752?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4297650017182571752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-lvoe-you-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4297650017182571752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4297650017182571752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-lvoe-you-too.html' title='I Love You Too'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-109860549079492974</id><published>2008-12-03T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:51:56.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandler's First Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chandler's tooth is in well enough now that we got to take some pretty good pictures of it. He looks so cute to me. The tooth right next to it is about to come in too! Guess he will have his two front teeth for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3079528999/" title="DSC04005"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="flock-breadcrumb"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUBxfDJxIYI/AAAAAAAAABM/lWopMLfSE5A/s1600-h/3079527681_44edcfc8fa_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUBxfDJxIYI/AAAAAAAAABM/lWopMLfSE5A/s320/3079527681_44edcfc8fa_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278343541514379650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUBxxMp1HdI/AAAAAAAAABU/1li0yu5NNMM/s1600-h/3079528999_9fecf04f0d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUBxxMp1HdI/AAAAAAAAABU/1li0yu5NNMM/s320/3079528999_9fecf04f0d_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278343853302422994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/3079528999/" title="DSC04005"&gt; 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He got to help Grandma make the pecan pies. They video recorded it and it was so funny. Parker kept sticking his finger inthe syrup and licking it off. Then when Grandma turned around he would touch whatever he could and taste it too! They played and stayed up late. Then we came over in the morning with Chandler. They were so excited to see each other. It was cute that they missed each other! We just played and lounged around until lunchtime. Chandler got to taste stuffing, which he loved! Parker mostly ate pimento cheese dip and chips. That was his favorite. Grammy and Grandad were there and and Parker got the giggles with Grammy.&lt;br /&gt;After naptime we went to Nanny and Poppa's house for dinner. We played with toys talked and relaxed. Parker like the jelly and rolls best at Nanny's. We go to see Brian and Molly's wedding pictures. They were really pretty. Parker wanted to stay the night with Nanny and Poppa so we took Chandler home and got some rest so we could shop of Friday. Nanny and Poppa wanted Chandler to stay too but I  am still bursing him so I wanted him home with me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was great. I am so thankful for my husband who  love more than words can say. I am so thankful for the 2 beautiful and ornery boys that we have and how very healthy they are. I am also thankful for our parents and grandparents, who are all still married and in love, setting the best examples of a marriage for us. I am happy to have family. It is my favorie part about life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-8787984813020804171?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/8787984813020804171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/chandlers-first-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8787984813020804171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8787984813020804171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/chandlers-first-thanksgiving.html' title='Chandler&apos;s First Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-4103100426318028582</id><published>2008-11-22T14:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:14:12.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Turn the Sun Off</title><content type='html'>Parker has always had sensitive eyes from the time we brought him home. He used to cry in the car when the sun got to bright and he still fusses when it shines on him. He is very attached to his sunglasses, like his Daddy! When we step outside in the sunshine, most days he will ask for his "gassees." Today, when we were on the way to Sams, he said..."Mama, turn the sun off, Mama, turn sun off! I thought it was kinda cute. I told him I couldn't do that , but I did have some sunglasses for him that would help him. He said..."Tank you mama."&lt;br /&gt;I love whenhe calls me Mama. Lately he has been being so grwon up and calling me and Shaun mom and dad. It has jsut been over the past two weeks or so that he has been dong hat. I wonder why kids change it to just mom and just dad. I think I like mama nad daddy better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-4103100426318028582?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4103100426318028582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-turn-sun-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4103100426318028582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4103100426318028582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-turn-sun-off.html' title='Please Turn the Sun Off'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-2174534993017995030</id><published>2008-11-22T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:09:02.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandler's First Tooth</title><content type='html'>Chandler went to bed last night with a tooth close to coming in and this morning he woke up with a tooth! It is barely cut through but you can feel it! It is his bottom left tooth. I just hope that he doesn't bite me!&lt;br /&gt;I took Chandler to Dr. Daley on Wednesday. he weighs 20.5 lbs. Parker weighs 29.5 lbs. now and when Parker was 6 months old he weighed 16.5lbs. Chandler is definitely a bigger boy than his brother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-2174534993017995030?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/2174534993017995030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/chandlers-first-tooth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/2174534993017995030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/2174534993017995030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/chandlers-first-tooth.html' title='Chandler&apos;s First Tooth'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-1474891270908197049</id><published>2008-11-13T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:33:18.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that Chandler was 6 months old yesterday. It all happens so fast. I can't believe that Parker is only 4 months away from being 3. Sometimes it seems like I want them to be babies forever. I want to snuggle them always and hold them. But, it is so neat to see them grow. I don't think there is anything better than to see the look in their eyes when they learn something new or are so proud of how "big" they feel. Chandler rolls over both ways  now and he ate big people peas last night, Parker just stayed overnight with each grandparent this week and they both think they are so "big". All night last night and today Parker keeps talking about what is big and what is little. "Mama...big, Parker...little. Daddy...big, Chanwer...little. this juice big...this juice little." I am glad he still knows he's little to me. Chandler likes to bite me now when I nurse him. He will do it with such an ornery face, 10 times in a row if I give him a reaction. I finally figured, although it is as hard as I'll get out, that if I can completely not react, he stops. Little turkey is just looking for a reaction. I read today that it isn't how many breaths you take in a moment, it's how many moments take your breath away. These boys sure take my breath away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-1474891270908197049?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/1474891270908197049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/1474891270908197049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/1474891270908197049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/big.html' title='Big'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-47292093390589234</id><published>2008-11-03T20:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:41:01.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sippie Cup</title><content type='html'>Chandler figured out how to take a swig of water out of his sippee cup today. I bought it for him on Sunday. He wants to be a part of dinner so bad so I thought it would make him feel included. At first he just chewed on it but then he took a drink and liked it. I have been giving him cherrios for about a week now so he feel like such a big kid now at dinner time. You can tell it makes him happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-47292093390589234?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/47292093390589234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/sippie-cue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/47292093390589234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/47292093390589234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/sippie-cue.html' title='Sippie Cup'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-2968174110296885606</id><published>2008-10-31T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:58:18.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween at home</title><content type='html'>Parker figured out how to use the camera tonight between trick or treaters. Just wanted to post some of his first pictures. These were the only ones you could make out. Maybe he'll be a photographer someday or.. maybe he'll follow in the footsteps of his Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2991121644/" title="PA310119"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 244px; height: 184px;" alt="PA310119" src="http://static.flickr.com/3049/2991121644_bdffe69a1a_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990265165/" title="PA310120"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310120" src="http://static.flickr.com/3291/2990265165_8809868a19_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990263339/" title="PA310122"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310122" src="http://static.flickr.com/3180/2990263339_048d3de88a_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990255775/" title="PA310133"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310133" src="http://static.flickr.com/3045/2990255775_5f39169000_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990255249/" title="PA310134"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310134" src="http://static.flickr.com/3281/2990255249_ee3442c77f_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2991107094/" title="PA310138"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310138" src="http://static.flickr.com/3151/2991107094_b48b7d571d_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2991099370/" title="PA310147"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310147" src="http://static.flickr.com/3247/2991099370_ef3ebdcc64_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990245171/" title="PA310145"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310145" src="http://static.flickr.com/3226/2990245171_2cd844fc20_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990234693/" title="PA310157"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310157" src="http://static.flickr.com/3227/2990234693_655daf9096_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990246215/" title="PA310144"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310144" src="http://static.flickr.com/3247/2990246215_4211e772f4_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990249507/" title="PA310140"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310140" src="http://static.flickr.com/3252/2990249507_4ef0defffd_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990237731/" title="PA310153"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310153" src="http://static.flickr.com/3287/2990237731_ce6e267e5b_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2991097038/" title="PA310149"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310149" src="http://static.flickr.com/3277/2991097038_00b0f41f09_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2991080498/" title="PA310170"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one group of people came to trick or treat Parker was playing blocks with Uncle Brian. HE wanted to get tot he door so bad to hand out candy but he thought he had to put all of his blocks away first. Poor little guy. I don't know where he gets that from. haha. Anyway, I stalled for him and he got to hand out some candy, he was so proud of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2991084914/" title="PA310165"&gt;&lt;img alt="PA310165" src="http://static.flickr.com/3204/2991084914_14545aaacd_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990228283/" title="PA310166"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310166" src="http://static.flickr.com/3189/2990228283_fefb2d144a_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2991126386/" title="PA310113"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310113" src="http://static.flickr.com/3232/2991126386_0cf8fe381f_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990269619/" title="PA310115"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310115" src="http://static.flickr.com/3185/2990269619_0de4b7cd7d_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990246215/" title="PA310144"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990249507/" title="PA310140"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990237731/" title="PA310153"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2991097038/" title="PA310149"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-2968174110296885606?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/2968174110296885606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/2968174110296885606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/2968174110296885606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-at-home.html' title='Halloween at home'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-6453654781485041790</id><published>2008-10-31T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:59:09.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween at church</title><content type='html'>Tonight we went to the fall festival at FBCO. They had a preschool area with games and inflatables set up. Parker wasn't sure about any of it at first. He also didn't have a nap today so he was sooooo exhausted. Once he got in the inflatables though he warmed up and ended up having a blast. He loved jumping. Chandler was the same happy go lucky baby that he always is. He smiled and giggled and saw some baby friends. Then he crashed on my shoulder while Parker raked inmore candy. Aunt Molly and uncle Brian stayed at our house and handed out candy to all the trick or treaters. I am so glad they did that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990307683/" title="PA310071"&gt;!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990307683/" title="PA310071"&gt;&lt;img alt="PA310071" src="http://static.flickr.com/3161/2990307683_8b8117cffb_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2991158712/" title="PA310076"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310076" src="http://static.flickr.com/3006/2991158712_04f6bacf6f_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990297531/" title="PA310082"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310082" src="http://static.flickr.com/3167/2990297531_965c8cbb2f_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990289089/" title="PA310092"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310092" src="http://static.flickr.com/3204/2990289089_bba33478d6_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990285459/" title="PA310096"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310096" src="http://static.flickr.com/3236/2990285459_d18749fdf4_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2991139928/" title="PA310097"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310097" src="http://static.flickr.com/3017/2991139928_b3740b3f79_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2991138170/" title="PA310099"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310099" src="http://static.flickr.com/3025/2991138170_e598742a38_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990277391/" title="PA310105"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310105" src="http://static.flickr.com/3146/2990277391_c730a05516_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990275419/" title="PA310107"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310107" src="http://static.flickr.com/3270/2990275419_6ddd787e55_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2991129366/" title="PA310109"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310109" src="http://static.flickr.com/3034/2991129366_1b563a50bd_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2991126986/" title="PA310112"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310112" src="http://static.flickr.com/3023/2991126986_01810cc31a_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990279165/" title="PA310103"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310103" src="http://static.flickr.com/3277/2990279165_ab69146d19_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2991148112/" title="PA310088"&gt;   &lt;img alt="PA310088" src="http://static.flickr.com/3030/2991148112_0e7cf29dc7_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="flock-breadcrumb"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared with Flock - The Social Web Browser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flock.com/"&gt;http://flock.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-6453654781485041790?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6453654781485041790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-at-church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6453654781485041790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6453654781485041790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-at-church.html' title='Halloween at church'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-4636418460763855476</id><published>2008-10-31T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:59:56.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween at school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2991196374/" title="PA310025"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today me, Kristy, Mary and Lori dresses up at school in the theme of our classrooms. I decorate with frogs and bugs, Kristy decorates with cowboys, mary decorates with bees and lori decorates with Curious Geroge. It was fun to dress up. The kids really liked it. Several of my students dressed up too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990312145/" title="PA310066"&gt;&lt;img alt="PA310066" src="http://static.flickr.com/3163/2990312145_e4811c97ec_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2991166820/" title="PA310067"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="flock-breadcrumb"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared with Flock - The Social Web Browser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flock.com/"&gt;http://flock.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2990312145/" title="PA310066"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-4636418460763855476?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4636418460763855476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-at-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4636418460763855476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4636418460763855476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-at-school.html' title='Halloween at school'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-3416739169177607336</id><published>2008-07-12T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T01:22:44.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUoVr7m08-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Dc7TjLiXO04/s1600-h/P7070112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUoVr7m08-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Dc7TjLiXO04/s320/P7070112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281057357524431842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Chandler is 2 months old. He has already been sleeping through the night. I can't believe it! I still have him in my room. With Parker, I had him in his own room the first night. I couldn't even blink an eye with him because I was so nervous. I feel way more relaxed with Chandler so I can sleep much better this time so, I like having him in my room.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we went and visited his Great Uncle Richard and Great Aunt Carolyn. He had fun. And On Monday Chandler fell asleep in his swing. it was so adorable. He really likes his swing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-3416739169177607336?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/3416739169177607336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/07/2-months-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/3416739169177607336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/3416739169177607336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/07/2-months-old.html' title='2 Months Old'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SUoVr7m08-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Dc7TjLiXO04/s72-c/P7070112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-2559362979581497682</id><published>2008-07-05T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T01:33:23.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muskogee Water Park</title><content type='html'>We went to the Muskogee Water Park today. I love that place! It is probably as much fun to me as it is to the kids. Parker has a blast in the kiddie area. It is so fun. There is water falling around everywhere and slides and everything! Chandler got in the water. He thought it was ok. It wasn't too bad once he got used to the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point he just got so tuckered out. We laid him on the towel for a little shut eye. I love when he sucks his thumb. I think it is so adorable. He doesn't take a pacifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2750148247/" title="P7260308"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2757768359/" title="chandler thumb"&gt;   &lt;img alt="chandler thumb" src="http://static.flickr.com/3102/2757768359_38bc18c8ab_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to Great Aunt Joann's house and Chandler got to meet his Great Granny and Papa!&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2758602416/" title="smith boys"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2750148247/" title="P7260308"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2758602416/" title="smith boys"&gt;   &lt;img alt="smith boys" src="http://static.flickr.com/3127/2758602416_9ca6b3e5a0_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2750977490/" title="P7260310"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P7260310" src="http://static.flickr.com/3286/2750977490_bb08abf45f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2750148247/" title="P7260308"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P7260308" src="http://static.flickr.com/3095/2750148247_ac9194c015_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2750977490/" title="P7260310"&gt;   &lt;img alt="P7260310" src="http://static.flickr.com/3286/2750977490_bb08abf45f_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="flock-breadcrumb"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flock.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Parker had so much fun. He found some lotion and liked putting it of mine and Nanny's legs and feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2757766133/" title="parker"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2757766133/" title="parker"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2758602808/" title="parker lotion"&gt;   &lt;img alt="parker lotion" src="http://static.flickr.com/3205/2758602808_012ddc7750_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2758602808/" title="parker lotion"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2757766133/" title="parker"&gt;   &lt;img alt="parker" src="http://static.flickr.com/3034/2757766133_3065b883e0_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-2559362979581497682?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/2559362979581497682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/07/muskogee-water-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/2559362979581497682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/2559362979581497682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/07/muskogee-water-park.html' title='Muskogee Water Park'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-4179045258611508994</id><published>2008-07-04T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:32:39.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>We went to Mammaw and Pappaw's house for the Fourth of July. The Bowman's and Grammy and Grandad came too. We had alot of fun. Parker and Isaac and Kayla loved doing all of the fireworks and Chandler really liked wathcing them. I thought he might be scared of all of the noise, but he wasnt. At the end of the night, we had shot of and seen so many fireworks that Parker was begging to go inside and go home. It was funny, the poor lil guy was so worn out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-4179045258611508994?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4179045258611508994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-of-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4179045258611508994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4179045258611508994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-647947040885489567</id><published>2008-07-03T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:29:55.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing</title><content type='html'>Today Chandler went with me to get my hair cut. He did so good. He just laid in my arms and slept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-647947040885489567?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/647947040885489567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/07/outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/647947040885489567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/647947040885489567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/07/outing.html' title='Outing'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-8198868166780811728</id><published>2008-07-02T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:28:48.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooklynn</title><content type='html'>Brooklynn, our cousin, stayed the night with us. Parker had a blast having her here. She was so good with both of the boys and we really enjoyed having her. They played and swam and did lots of art. It was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-8198868166780811728?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/8198868166780811728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/07/brooklynn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8198868166780811728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8198868166780811728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/07/brooklynn.html' title='Brooklynn'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-6452268084399566123</id><published>2008-06-30T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:05:02.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandler's firsts in June</title><content type='html'>Chandler got to do alot of stuff this month From going on vacation to meeting tons of new people. It was a good and hard month. Shaun went back to work and I kinda of got emotional. Well, not kind of, I really got alot of emotional! So I tried to do alot of stuff with the boys. We did things like... go have lunch with Grandma, go to Uncle Jake's birthday dinner, go play with Isaac and Kayla, Go to church. Chandler got to go meet his Great Aunt Joann and his Great Grammy and Grandad and his Great Great uncle sonny and aunt Jeanne. He also got to take a real bath instead of just a sponge bath. He loves baths so much! We went to Uncle Brian's birthday, snuggled on my birthday and I had the boys pictures made at JC Penny's. Chandler got an eye infection, we had to get drops, but he is ok. He weighed 12lbs on the 30th. It was a busy month. My mom really helped me alot. I am so thankful I have my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-6452268084399566123?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6452268084399566123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/06/chandlers-firsts-in-june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6452268084399566123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6452268084399566123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/06/chandlers-firsts-in-june.html' title='Chandler&apos;s firsts in June'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-8536197681498448715</id><published>2008-06-17T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:57:28.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandler is 1 month Dr visit</title><content type='html'>Chandler weighs 10.12 1/2 lbs and he is 22 1/4 inches long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-8536197681498448715?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/8536197681498448715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/06/chandler-is-1-month-dr-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8536197681498448715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8536197681498448715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/06/chandler-is-1-month-dr-visit.html' title='Chandler is 1 month Dr visit'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-3197869285058684629</id><published>2008-06-06T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:58:56.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Visits</title><content type='html'>My mom came to visit every day this week. We played outside, inside and everywhere! The boys had so much fun. I am really glad that she came.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-3197869285058684629?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/3197869285058684629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/theres-no-place-like-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/3197869285058684629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/3197869285058684629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='Grandma Visits'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-7423340937938736469</id><published>2008-05-31T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:57:52.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandler's visits</title><content type='html'>Over the past few weeks several people came to visit Chandler! Uncle Brian and Aunt Molly  on the 21st, We went to my school on the 23rd, Nanny and Poppa came again on the 26th, Grandma and Grandpa came again on the 28th. We went to Tom and Jill's on the 29th and Isaac, Kayla and Tucker came over on the 30th! Others came over at various times too but there were so many to name! It is so nice to have so many people who care about coming to see our new baby. I am so glad that we know so may wonderful people from church and work.&lt;br /&gt;Chandler can now raise his head and look all around and he loves to stare at Parker. I think he really loves his bubba. I know that Parker loves him so much. He is an amazing big brother. He is so sweet and helpful and good to Chandler. I can't believe how perfect everything feels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-7423340937938736469?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/7423340937938736469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/chandlers-visits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/7423340937938736469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/7423340937938736469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/chandlers-visits.html' title='Chandler&apos;s visits'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-544618696229104367</id><published>2008-05-25T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:04:23.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oklahoma Aquarium</title><content type='html'>Today Grandma and Grandpa took us all to the Oklahoma Aquarium. Parker loved it so much! He really liked the sting rays best because you could go right up to the water and look at them. Uncle Dustin went everywhere with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2523847779/" title="DSC02134"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chandler liked looking at everything too! That was alot to look at for such a little guy! &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2524807352/" title="DSC02115"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2524807352/" title="DSC02115"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2524799416/" title="DSC02116"&gt;   &lt;img alt="DSC02116" src="http://static.flickr.com/2037/2524799416_a4a686da0b_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2523863363/" title="DSC02132"&gt;   &lt;img alt="DSC02132" src="http://static.flickr.com/2318/2523863363_a8c62c4906_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2523863363/" title="DSC02132"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2523847779/" title="DSC02134"&gt;   &lt;img alt="DSC02134" src="http://static.flickr.com/3177/2523847779_48a99a88ff_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2524144651/" title="DSC02095"&gt;   &lt;img alt="DSC02095" src="http://static.flickr.com/2044/2524144651_7cd24a3025_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2523911321/" title="DSC02126"&gt;   &lt;img alt="DSC02126" src="http://static.flickr.com/2234/2523911321_276be5615e_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2523815049/" title="DSC02138"&gt;   &lt;img alt="DSC02138" src="http://static.flickr.com/2099/2523815049_fb3bace30a_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2523769595/" title="DSC02144"&gt;   &lt;img alt="DSC02144" src="http://static.flickr.com/2404/2523769595_02c8462c3a_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2524776702/" title="DSC02120"&gt;   &lt;img alt="DSC02120" src="http://static.flickr.com/2225/2524776702_82becf20df_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="flock-breadcrumb"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2523863363/" title="DSC02132"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2523863363/" title="DSC02132"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-544618696229104367?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/544618696229104367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/oklahoma-aquarium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/544618696229104367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/544618696229104367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/oklahoma-aquarium.html' title='Oklahoma Aquarium'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-7756168803124145380</id><published>2008-05-20T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:12:14.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandler Rolled Over!</title><content type='html'>Chandler is only 8 days old and he rolled over from his tummy to his back! I know that he hasn't mastered it but it is so cute that he did it already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-7756168803124145380?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/7756168803124145380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/chandler-rolled-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/7756168803124145380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/7756168803124145380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/chandler-rolled-over.html' title='Chandler Rolled Over!'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-510584532142331018</id><published>2008-05-19T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:50:34.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Week Old</title><content type='html'>Chandler is 1 week old today and we went to Dr Daley for a checkup. He weighs 8 lbs 6 oz.! Dr. Daley said that he is perfect and healthy. Chandler is eating so well. I am so glad that I am getting to nurse him. Parker adores him and is so sweet to him. Parker is such a good brother to Chandler. He wants to hold him and hug and kiss him all the time. It is the sweetest thing ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-510584532142331018?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/510584532142331018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/1-week-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/510584532142331018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/510584532142331018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/1-week-old.html' title='1 Week Old'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-1168877211960918956</id><published>2008-05-18T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:41:13.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>Chandler went to Sunday school with Mommy and Daddy for the first time! We took Chandler to class with us because we wanted him close to us and we wanted to show him off. He is such a cute little chubby baby! Everyone thought he was so cute. He did a good job in Sunday school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-1168877211960918956?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/1168877211960918956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/1168877211960918956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/1168877211960918956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/11/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-4275666303706065109</id><published>2008-05-16T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:43:00.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents</title><content type='html'>Grandma and Pappaw came over to see Chandler and hold him on the 15th and  Nanny and Poppa came over to see him and hold him on the 16th. Chandler and Parker are so lucky to have grandparents who love them so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-4275666303706065109?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4275666303706065109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/grandparents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4275666303706065109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4275666303706065109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/grandparents.html' title='Grandparents'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-1984841321124853845</id><published>2008-05-14T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:05:26.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No Place Like Home</title><content type='html'>We brought Chandler David home today. He did so good on his ride home. When we waled in the door we got a little surprise. Not the same kind of surprise we had when Parker came home though!We gave him his first little sponge bath at home. Our entire kitchen was flooded. Sometime during our stay at the hospital, our refrigerator leaked onto our wood floor. It totally ruined it. We are gonna have to have our kitchen remodeled. What a crazy thing to come home to with a newborn baby&lt;br /&gt;I think Chandler's gonna like baths like Parker did. He loved his sponge bath today. Parker really loves him. It is so sweet. I love my boys. I am so glad that I have two boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-1984841321124853845?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/1984841321124853845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/1984841321124853845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/1984841321124853845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/home.html' title='There&apos;s No Place Like Home'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-3308381591729229825</id><published>2008-05-12T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:58:58.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Chandler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2518798147/" title="DSC01781"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Delivery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandler David Smith was born today, May 12, 2008 at 3:30 P. M.  He weighs 8lbs. 4oz. and he is 19.5 inches ling. He has dark hair but not too much. He is so cute and chubby. I can't believe how quick I delivered him. The Dr. came in and told me to push , so I did, bu int he middle she told me to stop. Yikes! That was really hard. The epidural I had was much lighter than the one I had with Parker so I felt quite a bit more. Anyway, I stopped pushing because his umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck. Dr Larson untangled him quickly and out he came. Perfect and healthy in every way. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2518798147/" title="DSC01781"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2518798147/" title="DSC01781"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC01781" src="http://static.flickr.com/2005/2518798147_6698cabc54_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2518782625/" title="DSC01788"&gt;   &lt;img alt="DSC01788" src="http://static.flickr.com/3034/2518782625_8be4502bc9_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2518780607/" title="DSC01789"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2518761433/" title="DSC01799"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2518780607/" title="DSC01789"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC01789" src="http://static.flickr.com/3063/2518780607_3de7c8e61d_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2519596558/" title="DSC01790"&gt;   &lt;img alt="DSC01790" src="http://static.flickr.com/3038/2519596558_982ef597af_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2518774779/" title="DSC01792"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2519594756/" title="DSC01791"&gt;   &lt;img alt="DSC01791" src="http://static.flickr.com/3247/2519594756_c1919428c5_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2518982167/" title="DSC01888"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2518761433/" title="DSC01799"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2519857886/" title="DSC01865"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2518798147/" title="DSC01781"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2518761433/" title="DSC01799"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parker Meets Chandler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so excited about Parker meeting Chandler. I just know he will like him because he is so tenderhearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2518982167/" title="DSC01888"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-3308381591729229825?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/3308381591729229825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-chandler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/3308381591729229825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/3308381591729229825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-chandler.html' title='Happy Birthday Chandler'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-816725802083767567</id><published>2008-05-06T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:01:08.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandler's First Vacation!</title><content type='html'>Today Shaun came home and said... If it wasn'tt such a hassle I would say we should jsut pack up and go to Branson for the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-816725802083767567?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/816725802083767567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/chandlers-first-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/816725802083767567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/816725802083767567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/chandlers-first-vacation.html' title='Chandler&apos;s First Vacation!'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-8199323183068157401</id><published>2006-05-08T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T09:15:39.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Dinner</title><content type='html'>Today I took Parker to have dinner at the church with my friend Jamie. He drank a little bit of a bottle that I made for him. We didn't stay very long. He got a little restless. It was fun to show him to everyone at the dinner. He is so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-8199323183068157401?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/8199323183068157401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/03/church-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8199323183068157401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8199323183068157401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2009/03/church-dinner.html' title='Church Dinner'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-2216616113531061466</id><published>2006-05-06T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:29:15.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2565583946/" title="DSC02866"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today we went out to eat breakfast with Grandma and Pappaw and out to eat dinner with Nanny and Poppa. Parker is such a good baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2565583782/" title="DSC02867"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img alt="DSC02867" src="http://static.flickr.com/3190/2565583782_98f4158a5b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2565583946/" title="DSC02866"&gt;   &lt;img alt="DSC02866" src="http://static.flickr.com/2401/2565583946_e6ac0d7cfb_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2565582354/" title="DSC02924"&gt;   &lt;img alt="DSC02924" src="http://static.flickr.com/3159/2565582354_0d5afd293e_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="flock-breadcrumb"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2564761267/" title="DSC02860"&gt;   &lt;img alt="DSC02860" src="http://static.flickr.com/3083/2564761267_62c2db51e7_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2565582354/" title="DSC02924"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-2216616113531061466?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/2216616113531061466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/eating-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/2216616113531061466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/2216616113531061466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/eating-out.html' title='Eating Out'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-4354742328400032536</id><published>2006-05-03T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:23:01.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh</title><content type='html'>Parker laughed in his sleep today. It is one of the cutest things I have ever seen. I wonder what in the world he was laughing at. I wonder if he has dreams already. who knows. It sure was cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-4354742328400032536?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/4354742328400032536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4354742328400032536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/4354742328400032536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/laugh.html' title='Laugh'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-3810134156593834976</id><published>2006-05-02T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:21:42.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>Parker smiled at me when he woke up from his nap today. It was adorable. Some people say it is gas, but I am going to believe that he was happy to see me. He also made walking steps when i held onto his hands. He is so strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-3810134156593834976?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/3810134156593834976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/3810134156593834976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/3810134156593834976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-8970861284223221965</id><published>2006-04-27T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:12:05.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker's 1st Zoo Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SYCf5K06KcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SeL6fQCDY5M/s1600-h/DSC02770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SYCf5K06KcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SeL6fQCDY5M/s320/DSC02770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296408966295333314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="flock-breadcrumb"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We took Parker to to the zoo for the first time. My 2nd grade class was taking a field trip so We brought Parker to meet them. It was fun. they kids were really excited to meet and see him since they had been talking and petting my belly for the past 8 months&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2564054851/" title="DSC02783"&gt;   &lt;img alt="DSC02783" src="http://static.flickr.com/3113/2564054851_9ff62a5ee1_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2564882276/" title="DSC02778"&gt;   &lt;img alt="DSC02778" src="http://static.flickr.com/2092/2564882276_7ae8ef1a5a_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24902507@N02/2564053791/" title="DSC02791"&gt;   &lt;img alt="DSC02791" src="http://static.flickr.com/3029/2564053791_2978b6ac1b_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-8970861284223221965?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/8970861284223221965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/zoo-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8970861284223221965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/8970861284223221965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/zoo-trip.html' title='Parker&apos;s 1st Zoo Trip'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/SYCf5K06KcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SeL6fQCDY5M/s72-c/DSC02770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-1374794456002382394</id><published>2006-04-25T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:10:32.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month Dr. Visit</title><content type='html'>Parker went to see Dr. Daley today. He is Healthy and doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-1374794456002382394?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/1374794456002382394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/1-month-dr-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/1374794456002382394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/1374794456002382394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/1-month-dr-visit.html' title='1 month Dr. Visit'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-1456319113779663965</id><published>2006-04-23T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:09:19.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st bath</title><content type='html'>Parker had his first bath in a tub today. he definitely likes it better than a sponge bath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-1456319113779663965?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/1456319113779663965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/1st-bath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/1456319113779663965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/1456319113779663965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/1st-bath.html' title='1st bath'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-6834562053718177944</id><published>2006-04-22T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:08:09.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Grandparents</title><content type='html'>Granny, Poppa and Great Aunt Joann came to visit Parker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105834294333905201-6834562053718177944?l=talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6834562053718177944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-grandparents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6834562053718177944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105834294333905201/posts/default/6834562053718177944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthesmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-grandparents.html' title='Great Grandparents'/><author><name>Katie Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137451727350083438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PuoxAHb8Qs/TTDqupJa7II/AAAAAAAAAHU/7fiwbOv4PSc/S220/DSC00782.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105834294333905201.post-7299629957035661101</id><published>2006-04-19T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:07:24.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haircut</title><content type='html'>Parker 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