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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 18:17:08 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Gabby's Gab</title><description>gabbing since September 27, 2006</description><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Kenton)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>441</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/gabby" type="application/rss+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-8412848246738404390</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 01:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-05T22:01:35.320-04:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Fourth of July!</title><atom:summary type="text" /><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-788194082233830905</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 02:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-01T22:05:57.372-04:00</atom:updated><title>Park Cutie</title><atom:summary type="text"> My friend Brooke sent me this photo of Gabby she took this morning at the park. One photo is better than none right? I'll eventually get photos and videos posted...  In the meantime, you can admire her cuteness here or on my friend Kelly's blog.</atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/07/park-cutie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-4684898520330063067</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2009 18:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-27T15:08:57.712-04:00</atom:updated><title>Saturday Funnies</title><atom:summary type="text">No photos again today because I am lazy.  I will try really hard to post some tomorrow, I promise!  Here are a few more random things that came out of our daughter's mouth recently:1.  I was imitating a musical book Gabby owns today in the car and she was laughing pretty hard.  She then said, "Mom, you are cracking me up!"2.  After running one errand today, it was later than I expected.  I told </atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/06/saturday-funnies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-3260991474060827785</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2009 15:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-21T11:19:54.742-04:00</atom:updated><title>Listen...Do You Hear It?</title><atom:summary type="text">I'm sitting in the living room reading up on the recipe I'm making for tonight's pot roast listening to Kenton and Gabby having a ball in the office.  He must be lifting her in the air or doing something silly, but she is loving it.  The laughing is becoming contagious.  I love hearing them have fun together.  Happy Father's Day, honey.  Hope we make it a good one for you!</atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/06/listendo-you-hear-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-2182988250771269514</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 02:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-19T23:05:08.105-04:00</atom:updated><title>Gabby-isms</title><atom:summary type="text">I have a few new photos and videos to post, but it is late on a Friday night and I am feeling too tired to get to those right now.  So instead, here are a few recent funnies from Gabby:1.  While trying to get Gabby to eat her veggies one night, I kept reminding her that she needs to eat them in order to be big and strong.  She looked at me and said, "I don't want to get bigger tonight." 2.  </atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/06/gabby-isms.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-943834958907114415</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 02:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-11T22:42:30.083-04:00</atom:updated><title>Bathing Beauty</title><atom:summary type="text">  </atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/06/bathing-beauty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-3211904024674325086</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 02:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-11T22:30:01.792-04:00</atom:updated><title>Swimming With Friends!</title><atom:summary type="text">Gabby's friend Marielle came with her baby brother Beckett to swim this week. Here's a little montage from the splashy event!  "Marielle, I'm SOOOO happy you are here!  See me holding my 'cheeeese' face?" I asked them to give silly faces.  Gabby obliged. Another silly face from Gabby.  She looks like she is plotting something evil against Marielle. "Yay!  Swimming is so fun.  Marielle, you're not</atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/06/swimming-with-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-2065604668489207009</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 23:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-08T19:37:27.031-04:00</atom:updated><title>Doll Talk</title><atom:summary type="text">Gabby making her dolls talk tonight...Doll #1: Waaa!  Waaa!Doll #2 (her mommy doll): Why are you crying?Doll #1: Waaa!  Waaa!Doll #2: I think you are just sleepy.  You need to go to bed, Sleepy-Deepy.Doll #1: Don't call me Sleepy-Deepy!  My mom and dad wouldn't like that!Doll #2: You are crying because you are tired.  Let's go to bed.So maybe she IS listening...</atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/06/doll-talk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-243453572656322517</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 18:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-05T14:45:27.240-04:00</atom:updated><title>June 2009 Hail Storm</title><atom:summary type="text"> We got his by a bad hail storm this past Tuesday. I have never been as scared of a storm as I was during this one. We have skylights in our living room, which make hail sound extremely loud as it falls. It didn't help that the hail was golfball-sized. Our streets flooded up over the sidewalks from 15 minutes of rain. Gabby and Jack were both shaking during it all as I tried to calm their fears. </atom:summary><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=acc5d841c75bffc4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/06/june-2009-hail-storm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-1737266126671222135</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-05T14:57:34.115-04:00</atom:updated><title>Welcome to the world Jackson Fulton!</title><atom:summary type="text">My good friends Erin and Steve welcomed their new son into the world last week.  His older sister, Madeline, is one of Gabby's best friends.  They are as different as two kids can be, but love hanging out and get along so well.  Here are some photos from our visits over the past week. The new guy... Getting in some snuggles at the hospital The girls and Jackson Gabby and Madda after picking </atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/06/welcome-to-world-jackson-fulton.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-1700765484987882679</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 02:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T23:26:18.087-04:00</atom:updated><title>Make New Friends but Keep the Old</title><atom:summary type="text">While going through some old photos today, I came across many photos of Gabby's friends over the years. Thought I would share a few for fun! These kids are growing up so quickly. Sorry I can't leave captions to identify all of her friends. There are too many photos to do so. Hope you mommies reading this post know who is who! The photos go from the end of 2008 backward in time.  </atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/05/make-new-friends-but-keep-old.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-1480588044398161346</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 19:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-16T15:42:11.850-04:00</atom:updated><title>So CUTE!</title><atom:summary type="text">Sometimes she is just so stinkin' cute.The original shot above... ...and here she is up close!(Photos taken in front of the fountain at Clay Terrace Shopping Mall.)And for kicks, one from Mother's Day (more Mother's Day photos with my parents to come)</atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/05/so-cute.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-76166195083705121</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 16:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-16T12:22:38.909-04:00</atom:updated><title>Little Miss Purple Thumb</title><atom:summary type="text"> Planting herbs and flowers earlier this week - Dora gardening gloves and all! </atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/05/little-miss-purple-thumb.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-7705094314053799951</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 13:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-14T13:42:12.435-04:00</atom:updated><title>What NOT to Do</title><atom:summary type="text">You read the books, you take advice, you decide what you "should" and "shouldn't" do as parents.  Then something happens and all of that flies out the window - your kid says "damnit."  Gabby picked this word up at a young age - like 17 months or something.  She went through her phase of saying it all the time and we just ignored it.  Eventually, it dropped out of her vocab for the most part and </atom:summary><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=39807a2dd03ac2e3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/05/what-not-to-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-2392499551952365384</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-12T10:02:39.579-04:00</atom:updated><title>Budding Ar-teest</title><atom:summary type="text">I'm not one to brag about my kid (okay, I am), but I do have to brag a little bit about her newest art skills. In mid-April, we went out to dinner with Kenton's dad, stepmom, and stepsister Johnna. Before dinner, Gabby was coloring in the blank, spiral-bound journal I carry in her diaper bag to entertain her (she loves it). She was showing them her new-found skill of drawing people's faces. Here </atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/05/budding-ar-teest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-3685692130186118978</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T12:29:39.925-04:00</atom:updated><title>A Mother's Day Adventure</title><atom:summary type="text">So I thought I would attempt to be a good daddy/husband/son-in-law by taking care of breakfast Sunday morning. If you know me, then you know I have a tendency to turn easy tasks into the most intricate of tasks - picking up yogurt and doughnuts not withstanding. I claim to be a fairly lucky guy, especially if you account for the bad variety. You would think such an errand would take roughly 15-20</atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/05/mothers-day-adventure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kenton)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-5245269600448650887</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 17:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-07T14:54:00.199-04:00</atom:updated><title>Playdoh Naughties</title><atom:summary type="text">An afternoon of Playdoh started off a little naughty...


...then increased to being even more naughty...


...then ended in a lot of laughter. Think she'll be the kid shooting spitwads in the back of class? 


</atom:summary><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2669b9da6ef7664c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=71135014942c0f0c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f3d079d1386a29a4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/05/playdoh-naughties.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-6443320953754437117</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2009 19:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-06T15:24:06.188-04:00</atom:updated><title>Hit Me Baby One More Time</title><atom:summary type="text">Can you believe that this video of Gabby from October of 2007 has over 2,400 hits on YouTube?  Guess all you have to do is tag the word "dump" or "poop" and people want to watch.  Humans are so weird. (Gabby starts laughing approx. 40 seconds into the video).</atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/05/hit-me-baby-one-more-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-315840927597239472</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 18:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-05T14:25:42.931-04:00</atom:updated><title>Gabby's First Report Card</title><atom:summary type="text">For the past year, Gabby has attended a "Mother's Day Out" program one day a week at a local church/preschool. They take great care of her and she loves playing with her friends there. It took her quite awhile to get acclimated to school and Mommy leaving her behind, but now she enjoys all of the activities and seeing her friends. With two weeks left in the year, we received Gabby's first report </atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/05/gabbys-first-report-card.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-4059654323757638409</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 18:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-04T14:21:57.458-04:00</atom:updated><title>Blog Census</title><atom:summary type="text">It's time for a blog census.  I rarely know who really reads this blog unless they post comments for me to see under the posts. Here at Gabby's Gab, we are interested in knowing who out there is reading our everyday nonsense.  Please post a comment letting us know who you are if you are a loyal reader.  Click on the "comments" link at the bottom of the post and enter a comment in the main box.  </atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/05/blog-census.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">24</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-1611833771125221156</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 13:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-02T09:53:59.794-04:00</atom:updated><title>What I Like About You</title><atom:summary type="text">Gabrielle has been SO much sweeter lately and has been using her manners very well. She says "please" and "thank you" for just about everything. She still has her moments, but boy life is a lot more fun with less whining and more funnies! This little girl is so darn cute some days, here are some of our favorite things about her (or funny things she has said):1. Her vocabulary is ever-expanding. </atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/05/what-i-like-about-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-1573673967560270806</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 18:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-02T08:33:59.737-04:00</atom:updated><title>Fiona Friday...and a few other random strangers off the street</title><atom:summary type="text"> Darling little Fiona. Don't worry, Fiona, I'm looking. I think the guy on the left bags groceries, the little girl sells Girl Scout cookies door-to-door, and the lady in purple is rumored to be some sort of gypsy...and then there's Fiona. She's so adorable. Okay, okay. I'll stop now. Left to right: Brother-in-law Brian, Moira, Fiona, my big sis Sarah. "Mommy, I know she's cute, but look at me! </atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/05/fiona-fridayand-few-other-random.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-4483605054763849738</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 02:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-30T23:00:04.890-04:00</atom:updated><title>Spring!</title><atom:summary type="text">        </atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/04/spring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-4016368506385981010</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 04:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-27T00:28:00.814-04:00</atom:updated><title>My Mamaw</title><atom:summary type="text"> I love my Mamaw. She takes care of me and always lets me come over whenever I want. She holds me when I am scared and begs for me to spend the night. She loves me. And I love her. </atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/04/my-mamaw.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-2401081666247912284</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2009 12:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-26T08:02:00.894-04:00</atom:updated><title>High School Buds</title><atom:summary type="text">My friend Sara is one of the only high school friends I stay in close contact with. She lives in Columbus so whenever I visit my parents, I try to squeeze in a visit with Sara. Gabby has taken pretty well to Sara and always calls her by her full name when she talks about her. After our early Easter weekend in Ohio, we managed to fit in breakfast with Sara before we headed back to Indy.  She told </atom:summary><link>http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2009/04/high-school-buds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emily)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
