<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-14959866</id><updated>2023-03-17T14:46:03.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Ado About Mikey</title><subtitle type='html'>A new parent&#39;s place on the Web to brag about his son and to offer him a little life advice from time to time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muchaboutmikey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14959866/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muchaboutmikey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daddy Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14193960408304862307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14959866.post-113770177552820299</id><published>2006-01-19T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T22:02:59.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of your great-grandmother</title><summary type="text">Dear Mikey,Your great-grandmother (daddy&#39;s nana) passed away last night. You never got to meet her but she saw your photos and knew about you and was happy.Daddy is a little sad today but he&#39;s overcoming those feelings with the thought that nana was 92, lived a long life, and was a very tough and strong person.Your great-grandma faced many difficult times in her life but always persevered. She </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14959866/posts/default/113770177552820299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14959866/posts/default/113770177552820299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muchaboutmikey.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-memory-of-your-great-grandmother.html' title='In memory of your great-grandmother'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14959866.post-113755482509235361</id><published>2006-01-17T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T00:53:17.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Applause! Applause!</title><summary type="text">Ah, the sweet sound of applause. The sound of two hands clapping can be music to my ears. Especially when that sound is coming from my nine-month-old son.Mikey learned how to clap this weekend. Now, he had been doing his own version of clapping for a while. It was really cute to see how he interpreted the way that adults were clapping. But this weekend he started clapping for real and it was so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14959866/posts/default/113755482509235361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14959866/posts/default/113755482509235361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muchaboutmikey.blogspot.com/2006/01/applause-applause.html' title='Applause! Applause!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14959866.post-113572373499558999</id><published>2005-12-27T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T16:33:32.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mikey&#39;s First Christmas</title><summary type="text">So, Mikey, your first Christmas has come and gone. I wish you could tell me in words what you thought about it but I think I could tell from your reactions that you were excited, overwhelmed, and toward the end of the night, exhausted. All in all, I think you had a fun and happy day and that makes your daddy very happy.Mommy and daddy wanted to make your first Christmas (as we will for every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14959866/posts/default/113572373499558999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14959866/posts/default/113572373499558999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muchaboutmikey.blogspot.com/2005/12/mikeys-first-christmas.html' title='Mikey&#39;s First Christmas'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14959866.post-113522506413369251</id><published>2005-12-21T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T12:04:43.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Mikey, There is a Santa Claus</title><summary type="text">I&#39;ve always loved the famous &quot;Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus&quot; letter (I&#39;ve included it at the end of this post) because it does give me hope every year when I feel a lack of the Christmas Spirit. With Mikey&#39;s first Christmas approaching I began thinking about this letter again and I wanted to write my own version for him. So...Yes, Mikey, There is a Santa ClausMy Dearest Mikey,Your daddy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14959866/posts/default/113522506413369251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14959866/posts/default/113522506413369251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muchaboutmikey.blogspot.com/2005/12/yes-mikey-there-is-santa-claus.html' title='Yes, Mikey, There is a Santa Claus'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14959866.post-112290901795417994</id><published>2005-08-01T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T16:30:06.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Teacher</title><summary type="text">Our son Mikey, is just about four-months-old as I write this. These past 16-plus weeks have been (as any parent would acknowledge) tiring, challenging, but more worth it than I could ever describe.Mikey has become my greatest teacher. I went to college and had many interesting classes and many good teachers but Mikey has taught me so much more than any book could.Mikey&#39;s lessons often take place </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14959866/posts/default/112290901795417994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14959866/posts/default/112290901795417994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muchaboutmikey.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-favorite-teacher.html' title='My Favorite Teacher'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author></entry></feed>