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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveToWipeHisWhat/~4/jub4-fs3alA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wipehiswhat.blogspot.com/2011/11/cracked-house.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYNRHw7eyp7ImA9WhRSGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666204393828920255.post-2433932739219680627</id><published>2011-11-09T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T01:03:15.203-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-21T01:03:15.203-08:00</app:edited><title>Made In Japan</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wipehiswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2433932739219680627/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666204393828920255&amp;postID=2433932739219680627&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666204393828920255/posts/default/2433932739219680627?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666204393828920255/posts/default/2433932739219680627?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveToWipeHisWhat/~3/RodNP-t_U1c/made-in-japan.html" title="Made In Japan" /><author><name>Surfer Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955689284690083031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtkORXkdp0/SMizN4tf9-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/3UZPdZlguZs/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Made In JapanWhat's that say Poppa?" The boy asked me as he pointed at the backside of his new extrra large bright red beach shovel."Let's see. Says, Made In Japan.""Oh."-Later that day-While grinding playdoh into the dining room chair cushion, the boy flips over his Spiderman plate and asks me, "What's that say Jay?""It says Zak!.""Oh. What does that one say Jay?""Made In Japan.""That what it's &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveToWipeHisWhat/~4/6T0bj0Hgp2I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wipehiswhat.blogspot.com/2011/05/at-same-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8BQXY8fCp7ImA9WhZWEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666204393828920255.post-6513427421464897576</id><published>2011-05-11T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:47:30.874-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-11T08:47:30.874-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny things kids say" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="talking toddler" /><title>He Called Me A What?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wipehiswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6513427421464897576/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666204393828920255&amp;postID=6513427421464897576&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666204393828920255/posts/default/6513427421464897576?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666204393828920255/posts/default/6513427421464897576?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveToWipeHisWhat/~3/FTU8HWyukFI/he-called-me-what.html" title="He Called Me A What?" /><author><name>Surfer Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955689284690083031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtkORXkdp0/SMizN4tf9-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/3UZPdZlguZs/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_XhtkORXkdp0/TcqsITuHjKI/AAAAAAAACyQ/yh_5MDc20Ak/s72-c/IMG_5437.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">He Called Me A What?"That's a pyramid." I pointed out to the boy as we watched the opening scene to Despicable Me. As we do nearly every day."'re ahh ack.""Huh?""Uer ahhn cack?" He repeated, while trying to keep his eys on the movie, but still tilting his head my way while affording me a slight glance.That last one got my attention, as I staired at him as if asking to repeat what he said in a &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveToWipeHisWhat/~4/Q4hhdcEzWfQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wipehiswhat.blogspot.com/2011/03/strawberry-girl.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QNQXcyfip7ImA9Wx9bFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666204393828920255.post-5472842720235605616</id><published>2011-02-23T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T00:56:30.996-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-23T00:56:30.996-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="constipated kid" /><title>BHP</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wipehiswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5472842720235605616/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666204393828920255&amp;postID=5472842720235605616&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666204393828920255/posts/default/5472842720235605616?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666204393828920255/posts/default/5472842720235605616?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveToWipeHisWhat/~3/JwJWx8XBnKw/bhp.html" title="BHP" /><author><name>Surfer Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955689284690083031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtkORXkdp0/SMizN4tf9-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/3UZPdZlguZs/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_XhtkORXkdp0/TWTI0EBfIaI/AAAAAAAACtU/bDvZktvDdx4/s72-c/IMG_5044bw.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">          BHP"Lilly......yo Lilly. Lilly," I  loudly whispered in our pitch black room as I leaned over the bed, stairing into her sleepy eyes."Huh, yeah, what?" She sleepily replied."....big, hard......poop." I explained to her as I lay the groaning boy down into her comforting arms below the blanky."Huh?""He passed a big hard poop that made him bleed. And his tummy hurts from being bloated."Big&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveToWipeHisWhat/~4/JwJWx8XBnKw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wipehiswhat.blogspot.com/2011/02/bhp.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MBSXg7eCp7ImA9Wx9bEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666204393828920255.post-8246861244119813807</id><published>2011-02-18T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:24:18.600-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-18T15:24:18.600-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boy stuck on a word" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scoop the poop" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="infants ocd" /><title>Poopy Squancher</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wipehiswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8246861244119813807/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666204393828920255&amp;postID=8246861244119813807&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666204393828920255/posts/default/8246861244119813807?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666204393828920255/posts/default/8246861244119813807?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveToWipeHisWhat/~3/XQDZZ6hXet0/poopy-squancher.html" title="Poopy Squancher" /><author><name>Surfer Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955689284690083031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtkORXkdp0/SMizN4tf9-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/3UZPdZlguZs/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Poopy SquancherLately everything is a Poopy Squancher, or related to it. Wether it's simply a Squanch, (sounds like Sasquatch), or a Poop, or a Scooper. It's always one of those variations. before that, it was some other word or phrase that his OCD infested infant mind was stuck on.Our friend got each one of Mr Pants' saying stuck in his head just like I did. The difference though, is that he &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveToWipeHisWhat/~4/5ZuOOydQfjQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wipehiswhat.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-kisses.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4AQHYzfip7ImA9Wx9UE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666204393828920255.post-1240850389631806149</id><published>2011-02-10T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T11:09:01.886-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-10T11:09:01.886-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boy on train tracks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perilous predicaments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby in washing machine" /><title>Perilous Predicaments</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wipehiswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1240850389631806149/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666204393828920255&amp;postID=1240850389631806149&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666204393828920255/posts/default/1240850389631806149?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666204393828920255/posts/default/1240850389631806149?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveToWipeHisWhat/~3/rZ91EbpGEu0/perilous-predicament.html" title="Perilous Predicaments" /><author><name>Surfer Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955689284690083031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtkORXkdp0/SMizN4tf9-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/3UZPdZlguZs/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_XhtkORXkdp0/TVLvGxeaaMI/AAAAAAAACsA/J4UG-DU0Kfo/s72-c/perilous_9052.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">Perilous PredicamentSinister little bugger isn't he. I tried to tell the boy that we could shoot her some where else and edit her into the machine in photoshop. But nooooo, he insisted on stuffing her in there. And yes, she really was............very clean after words.Really, there is no good way to mimmick that in photoshop. The only way to make it look real, is to really do it. So as my entire &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveToWipeHisWhat/~4/rZ91EbpGEu0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wipehiswhat.blogspot.com/2011/02/perilous-predicament.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQDSXo8eCp7ImA9Wx9VGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666204393828920255.post-8919282593235967562</id><published>2011-02-06T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:09:38.470-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-06T01:09:38.470-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toddler tantrums" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby photos" /><title>Let her Suffer Too Damnit</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wipehiswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8919282593235967562/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666204393828920255&amp;postID=8919282593235967562&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666204393828920255/posts/default/8919282593235967562?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666204393828920255/posts/default/8919282593235967562?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveToWipeHisWhat/~3/xTH7IJA-uDE/ant-poison-yummy-for-her-tummy_06.html" title="Let her Suffer Too Damnit" /><author><name>Surfer Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955689284690083031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtkORXkdp0/SMizN4tf9-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/3UZPdZlguZs/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_XhtkORXkdp0/TU5gS5daZdI/AAAAAAAACro/z0GWOW_Dzeg/s72-c/IMG_3167bw.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">          Let her Suffer Too DamnitWhen I hear Lilly having a rough time with the kids from the other room, I can't help but feel a very small sense of...a total and utterly complete sense of satisfaction. Yes, a very small and totally complete at the same time. As if the world is righting itself before my eyes. In other words, HAH! Take that. You take that tantrum and watch it, watch it till &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveToWipeHisWhat/~4/xTH7IJA-uDE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wipehiswhat.blogspot.com/2011/02/ant-poison-yummy-for-her-tummy_06.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UHQXw7cCp7ImA9Wx9WGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666204393828920255.post-4140632952569539133</id><published>2011-01-23T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T01:27:10.208-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-24T01:27:10.208-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photo editing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="running half naked in the snow" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photo manipulation in photoshop." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="running in snow" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nipple challenge" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perilous predicaments" /><title>Nipple Challenge</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wipehiswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4140632952569539133/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5666204393828920255&amp;postID=4140632952569539133&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666204393828920255/posts/default/4140632952569539133?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666204393828920255/posts/default/4140632952569539133?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveToWipeHisWhat/~3/Lj08kqxXN1M/nipple-challenge.html" title="Nipple Challenge" /><author><name>Surfer Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955689284690083031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtkORXkdp0/SMizN4tf9-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/3UZPdZlguZs/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_XhtkORXkdp0/TT006DayzvI/AAAAAAAACp4/92iIQJkose4/s72-c/IMG_7155.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">Do you dare take the nipple challenge?My nephew is rad. he will do just about anything for money. So while visitng him in Salt Lake City, I convinced him it would be cool to go outside and run around without a shirt on. Not such an easy thing to do when it's 5 degrees outside. But he loved every minute of it.Thought I would share with the world how I put together my photos. So much of my &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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