<?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-721447825290844244</id><updated>2024-10-06T21:06:59.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My kid&#39;s say what?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-326489485366576470</id><published>2012-04-19T14:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-19T14:34:02.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcake cones</title><content type='html'>You will need:&lt;br /&gt;yellow cake mix&lt;br /&gt;vanilla frosting&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;Ms &lt;br /&gt;sprinkles&lt;br /&gt;ice cream cones (flat bottom ones)&lt;br /&gt;Food coloring for frosting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow cake directions. Then make cupcakes regular and mini size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put M&amp;M&#39;s in the cones.  Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cupcakes cool. Take paper off all cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;Put small amount of frosting on top of big cupcake, and stick on the ice cream cone upside down. Then &lt;br /&gt;put frosting on the mini ones also place upside down on top of big cupcake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then color your white frosting and frost over upside down cupcakes to look like ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;Then cover in sprinkles! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiddos love these! Great for birthday parties!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/326489485366576470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2012/04/cupcake-cones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/326489485366576470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/326489485366576470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2012/04/cupcake-cones.html' title='Cupcake cones'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-8383424090505515265</id><published>2012-04-02T18:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-02T18:44:28.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No honey you are a girl.</title><content type='html'>The joys of having four boys and one girl.  Being the only girl in the house besides me, my 2 year old has learned some things that I am constantly having to correct from her brothers!   My famous lines lately are; &quot; no honey, girls don&#39;t have that.&quot; Sorry honey girls can&#39;t pee like that.&quot;  or &quot;No baby girl , only boys can hurt their peter nuts.&quot;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best is when we are at someone elses house or at a store and I hear her yell &quot; Ouch I hurt my peter nuts! &quot; Seriously?  This is me, &quot; Sorry she has older brothers.&quot;  That may not live to be teenagers! (just Kidding)  She also can burp, spit a loagie, and fart with the best of em&#39;!  She puts boys to shame in getting dirty..... We no longer buy white shirts for this reason.  Her brothers mind you are not being raised in a barn or at least they&#39;ve been told.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8383424090505515265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2012/04/no-honey-you-are-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/8383424090505515265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/8383424090505515265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2012/04/no-honey-you-are-girl.html' title='No honey you are a girl.'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-7628088078951471222</id><published>2011-08-05T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T12:53:24.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That is so not me!</title><content type='html'>We went camping with the my family a couple of weeks ago. We had a great time! The weather was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;The guys took the kiddos fishing, and on the first time out between all the kiddos they caught 14 or so fish. &lt;br /&gt;They bring them back to camp slice and dice them, and bagged the fish heads, and all the groce stuff in a bag. My six year old &lt;br /&gt;was sitting in the camper when his grandma asked if he would take the bag with the fish yuck in it, and throw it in the fire. &lt;br /&gt;He looks at grandma and says, &quot; Oh that is so not me!&quot;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on our camping adventure my cute sister takes the little kids on a nature &quot;adventure walk&quot;, so that they wouldn&#39;t feel left out when the big kids went fishing with the dad&#39;s.  Well I look out the camper window and she has then all in a line with their own walking sticks.  My kids would be the ones that their sticks are bigger then them by about 2 feet. Whatever.  Any who, They take off marching behind her in a line , and she starts shouting out this adventure walk chant that the kids are repeating.  &lt;br /&gt;&quot; We&#39;re going on an adventure, we&#39;re gonna see some bugs. We&#39;re climbing up the mountain, I hope, I hope I don&#39;t have to pee, cause that wouldn&#39;t be fun for me! &quot;  So cute!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7628088078951471222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2011/08/that-is-so-not-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/7628088078951471222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/7628088078951471222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2011/08/that-is-so-not-me.html' title='That is so not me!'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-5682083690570925403</id><published>2011-05-20T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T14:39:17.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson in breeding of the animal kind</title><content type='html'>My kids are going to get a lesson on the birds and the bees at a young age living in the country.&lt;br /&gt;Their dad was getting ready to take his mare over to get bred. Well the boys were asking him where he was going.&lt;br /&gt;He gave them the short version of what he was doing. My six year old looks at him with the look of the old wheels are a turnin&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You mean the horses are going to dress up like pieces of bread? That&#39;s just silly dad! &quot;   I laughed so hard!  My husband looks at him and laughs &quot;Yep son that is exactly what they do.&quot;   Gotta love it. I think that my boys had it figured out when they went with their dad to take the horse.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5682083690570925403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2011/05/lesson-in-breeding-of-animal-kind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/5682083690570925403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/5682083690570925403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2011/05/lesson-in-breeding-of-animal-kind.html' title='A lesson in breeding of the animal kind'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-756750160242770247</id><published>2011-05-20T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T14:30:42.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Track and barf!</title><content type='html'>My sweet eight year old had his first track and field meet this year. He was so excited, and he practiced all the time. &lt;br /&gt;The night before the big races he was so excited that he had trouble sleeping. The next morning he woke up bright and &lt;br /&gt;early to get ready. He got dressed, put on his new running shoes, and then headed in the kitchen for his breakfast of champions. &lt;br /&gt;(AKA oatmeal) He ate it then proceeded to the garbage can to throw it all back up! Yep. That is nasty. Let&#39;s not try to get to the toilet where it could be flushed. He ended up taking 3rd place in the 50 yard dash. Pretty good for a very nervous kid.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/756750160242770247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2011/05/track-and-barf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/756750160242770247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/756750160242770247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2011/05/track-and-barf.html' title='Track and barf!'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-1417468430187898441</id><published>2011-04-07T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T15:13:34.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Mom!</title><content type='html'>I am now very ripe and ready to roll with the end of this pregnancy!  I feel like it has been an eternity of late night potty breaks, heartburn, wild out of control emotions, and patience that have been tested to the limit.  I am however sooooo looking forward to meeting my new little one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story of my life begins with a mid day potty break. My six year old is playing the Wii on my bed. So I am in the bathroom and I hear him giggling.  He then shouts &quot;Mom do you know what would be groce?&quot; I am thinking great another random tought out of the mouth of a babe.  &quot;What?&quot; He then starts to giggle again, &quot;it would be so groce if you just pooped the baby out in the toilet! &quot; &lt;br /&gt;Now you have to know my six year old stuff like this is everyday at our house. I of course just laughed. He keeps asking how the baby will come out. I keep telling him it&#39;s a secret special way, and when he is eighteen I will let his dad tell him!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1417468430187898441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-now-very-ripe-and-ready-to-roll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/1417468430187898441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/1417468430187898441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-now-very-ripe-and-ready-to-roll.html' title='Hey Mom!'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-1396315957156516991</id><published>2011-02-16T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:27:34.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a head ache..</title><content type='html'>My six year old got off the school bus the other day, and he wasn&#39;t looking so good. I asked him what was wrong? &lt;br /&gt;he replied,&quot;I have a headache on this side of my head.&quot; He was pointing to the right side of his head. Then he went on to say, &quot; I think that the reason I have a head ache on this side of my head is because I need to go to the all day school, so that the other side can get as smart as this side that hurts, then my head wouldn&#39;t ache any more! &quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story people don&#39;t quit school after kindergarten or you will have a permanent one sided head ache!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1396315957156516991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-head-ache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/1396315957156516991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/1396315957156516991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-head-ache.html' title='I have a head ache..'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-6804883515821829863</id><published>2011-01-25T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T18:55:36.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I get to be a grown up.....</title><content type='html'>We were sitting at the dinner table tonight, and my six year old is enjoying his breakfast for dinner pancake when he gets this look on his face. I am thinking alright here it comes the wheels are a turning.  &quot;Mom when I am a grown up I am going to live alone so I can enjoy my alone time.&quot;  Apparently he does not get enough alone time between playing his DS and the Wii. My eight year old got this disgusted look on his face and replied,&quot;you will be lonely all the time if you live alone.&quot;  He just shrigged his shoulders and took another bite of his very delicious pancake!  &quot;No I won&#39;t I like being alone.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it looks like I am raising a hermit!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6804883515821829863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-i-get-to-be-grown-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/6804883515821829863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/6804883515821829863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-i-get-to-be-grown-up.html' title='When I get to be a grown up.....'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-6849846987656338145</id><published>2011-01-05T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:51:00.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s just a little bit.....</title><content type='html'>My four year old has been potty trained for a year. I know what you are thinking, but he took forever to get the hang of it! &lt;br /&gt;He will be playing, and hold it until he is going to pop! He has at least one accident everyday! I have bald spots from freaking out over this!  Every time this happens he will say to me over the top of his glasses &quot; it&#39;s okay mom it&#39;s just a tiny bit.&quot;  I am thinking &quot; yeah a tiny bit that requires new under wear and pants!&quot; I think that I am going to teach him how to use the washer to clean his own  just a tiny bit accidents!   Gotta love him!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6849846987656338145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-just-little-bit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/6849846987656338145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/6849846987656338145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-just-little-bit.html' title='It&#39;s just a little bit.....'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-791633659069804387</id><published>2010-12-14T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:19:04.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don&#39;t want my hair cut!</title><content type='html'>I asked my sister to cut my boy&#39;s hair because I nicked their ears the last time I cut their hair so they won&#39;t let me anywhere near them with the clippers! I don&#39;t blame them. &lt;br /&gt;My 4 year old went first and he was telling his aunt how good she was at cutting his hair, but not my mom she cut my ear. Nice! Well if they wouldn&#39;t move then we would never of had that little problem!  Any who, it&#39;s my 6 year olds turn and he is no where to be found.  Great I have scarred him for life! I call out for him to come get his hair cut and he yells back,&quot;No way! I am never getting my hair cut again! &quot;  I was reassuring him that I would not be touching his hair. He was not going for it.  So then I use the Santa is watching you trick!  I know I am clever.  I told him that he wouldn&#39;t be earning any gold stars from Santa if he didn&#39;t get his hair cut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally comes into the kitchen and tells me &quot;I heard Santa praying to Jesus that I wouldn&#39;t be scared to get my hair cut, and I am not scared anymore.&quot;    I know that Santa is such a good ole&#39; boy!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/791633659069804387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-want-my-hair-cut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/791633659069804387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/791633659069804387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-want-my-hair-cut.html' title='I don&#39;t want my hair cut!'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-7346670374024818528</id><published>2010-12-14T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:07:34.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery shopping with the elves watching....</title><content type='html'>I had to take my two younger boys to the store with me the other day.  I would rather have all my teeth pulled then have to take them, but in this case I didn&#39;t have a babysitter so I was on my own to brave the isles of the local grocery store with three kids. Ages 6, 4, and 17 months.   Before we ever arrived to our destination the boys had started to bug each other in the car, and my nerves and patience were already out the window by the time we got to the store! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to the parking lot and I turn the car off, look back at the boys who are now having a smacking war. Hurray for me! I love that I have Christmas to hold this over their heads right now.  &quot;Boys, did you know that Santa&#39;s elves will be hiding in all the shelves in the store watching to see what you do?&quot;  They both looked at me then at each other the fighting stopped immediately. I went on to say, &quot; if I were you I would be really good the whole time we are shopping or the elves that hide and spy on you will tell Santa what you did!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I love this time of year? You have never see two boys be as good as they were the entire shopping trip! &lt;br /&gt;I love you Santa&#39;s little helpers!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7346670374024818528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/12/grocery-shopping-with-elves-watching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/7346670374024818528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/7346670374024818528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/12/grocery-shopping-with-elves-watching.html' title='Grocery shopping with the elves watching....'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-369845018449780450</id><published>2010-11-13T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T18:40:58.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Veteran&#39;s Day</title><content type='html'>My six year old comes home from school on Wed and tells me that he needs to thank his grandpa&#39;s that fought in the wars. &lt;br /&gt;I sadly had to inform him that all his great grandpa&#39;s that fought in the wars have died. He got this look on his face like WTH? &lt;br /&gt;He goes on to say, &quot; What? Guess I will have to wait until I die to tell them.&quot;  Nothing is less then dramatic with my little kindergartner.  I told him that he has to be an old man when that happens.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/369845018449780450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/11/veterans-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/369845018449780450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/369845018449780450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veteran&#39;s Day'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-2538799678262808491</id><published>2010-10-15T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T19:29:19.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costume Heaven!</title><content type='html'>My six year old decided that he was going to use his birthday money to buy him a Mario costume for Halloween this year.&lt;br /&gt;We go to our friendly Wal-mart to purchase his ultimate dream costume.  They are sold out of his size and of course this translates in to the end of the world as we know it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell him to calm down we will go home and order it on the Internet.  So I have single handily saved the world from a meltdown of the century.... your welcome!  Five days later it FINALLY arrives.  I was in the bathtub when I  heard all this excitement in the family room, followed by the sounds of three voices at the bathroom door informing me unanimously  that the  costume was just dropped off by a guy in a brown van that dropped the package and left.  Just in case you wanted the play by play. Sweet niblits! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 days he has worn it non stop I had to convince him that he could not wear it to go get his flu shot, but he did wear the hat! Needless to say he is in his happy place with his new found love (for this month anyway), MARIO!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2538799678262808491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/10/costume-heaven.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/2538799678262808491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/2538799678262808491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/10/costume-heaven.html' title='Costume Heaven!'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-5984525502667922642</id><published>2010-09-27T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T13:48:32.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby!</title><content type='html'>We have just recently found out that we are expecting our fifth child! My husband and I apparently can&#39;t wash our underwear together! Aw, yes pretty soon it will be heart burn, gas, stretch marks, and out of breath from walking up the stairs! I can hardly wait! Tee Hee!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told our kids last week that they were getting a  new sibling arriving next April! They were so elated! My eight year old is still trying to wrap his head around the fact that it takes nine months to grow a baby... apparently he slept through his little sisters pregnancy. Who,by the way is 14 months old. I know I am nuts!  Any who, my five year old is into the Mario Brothers Wii this month who knows what will be his (thing) next month. Well he looked at me and asked,&quot; If the baby is a boy can we name him Mario?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;Fat chance of that happening. Then he says.&quot; Well if it is twins how about Mario and Luigi?&quot; Sorry buddy boy, but that just ain&#39;t happenin&#39;!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5984525502667922642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/5984525502667922642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/5984525502667922642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-baby.html' title='New Baby!'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-6528937882891564208</id><published>2010-09-16T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T09:53:24.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I have an arrow on my head?</title><content type='html'>My five year old is into Avatar the Last Air bender right now. He asks me everyday if I will shave an arrow on the top of his head and have the rest of his head be bald.  My answer every time.... NO! So last night I am helping him with his homework book from school, and it asks him to look at pictures of himself as a baby and recent photos. Then point out things that are different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing he notices about his baby picture is that he is bald. Then he says,&quot; Look how bald I am in my baby picture!&quot; &quot; You should have put an arrow on my head then mom! &quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6528937882891564208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/09/can-i-have-arrow-on-my-head.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/6528937882891564208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/6528937882891564208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/09/can-i-have-arrow-on-my-head.html' title='Can I have an arrow on my head?'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-7457961035149844736</id><published>2010-09-16T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T09:47:30.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to hear a funny story?</title><content type='html'>We are eating dinner last night and my four year old was in a rather chipper mood. Considering that he has decided  naps are no longer part of his life. So he has moved onto whining, and crying over everything until it&#39;s bedtime. I love it! It makes me sooooo happy! If you believe that then you you&#39;ll also believe that pigs fly, and chickens have lips! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, last night he actually made it through dinner with out crying over something.  He was eating his dinner, and with a mouth full of food he looked at his dad and said;&quot; do you want to hear a funny story?&quot;  &quot; Knock, knock a little boy farted! &quot; Then he goes onto laugh his head off. Well I guess that it&#39;s better then listening to him whine..........</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7457961035149844736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/09/want-to-hear-funny-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/7457961035149844736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/7457961035149844736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/09/want-to-hear-funny-story.html' title='Want to hear a funny story?'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-8804930204029543888</id><published>2010-08-24T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T17:59:29.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clint&#39;s chocolate cake</title><content type='html'>For those of you that LOVE chocolate cake as much as I do! Here is a recipe that my husband came up with and it is divine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint&#39;s Chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup cocoa&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tsp. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. Salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine dry ingredients. Then add:&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup oil&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 cup boiling water (add this at the end)&lt;br /&gt; Add the boiling water after you beat the milk, eggs, oil vanilla with the dry ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;The batter will be thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bake at 350 degrees for 30- 35 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily&#39;s frosting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half a bag of powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup shortening&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup cocoa&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to taste it as I make it to see how much cocoa I want in it.  You can add as much or as little milk that you want depending on how you like your frosting.  Thick or thin.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8804930204029543888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/08/clints-chocolate-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/8804930204029543888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/8804930204029543888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/08/clints-chocolate-cake.html' title='Clint&#39;s chocolate cake'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-5082499234816297619</id><published>2010-08-14T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T09:04:55.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell my hand....</title><content type='html'>Leave it to my kids to come up with the most disgusting thing they can think of that I  always end up being the smeller, taste tester, and wiper of things that should just not be in my job description. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my three year old out of the bath tub the other night, and I wrap him in his towel.  Then he goes into his sister&#39;s room to wait for me to get his clothes. I am dressing him in his sister&#39;s room because  they have to share a dresser. Any who,  he is sitting there with this look on his face as I am pulling out his pajamas. He has his towel on still, but then I notice that one hand is missing under the towel.      HMMMMMM..........   &quot; What are you doing honey?&quot;  I asked for it!   &quot; Smell my hand mom.&quot;  Okay, you just know that this is not going to be a good thing.     He had stuck his fingers in his bum crack and wanted me to smell. &lt;br /&gt;Delicious I know.  Yes they stunk like butt, and I had to go wash his hands!!!! EWWWWWW!   I am just so excited for the next thing I have to smell or not smell.......</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5082499234816297619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/08/smell-my-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/5082499234816297619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/5082499234816297619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/08/smell-my-hand.html' title='Smell my hand....'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-6149721840138983275</id><published>2010-08-04T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T08:27:27.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School shopping</title><content type='html'>Mommy&#39;s blog star date number 6782 rounded to the nearest decimal point. &lt;br /&gt;Aw, yes it&#39;s that fun time of summer when you realize that all good things must come to an end. It&#39;s time to drag your hoodlums to the store for a fun day of fighting,and crying over having to go to one more store. I love it!   We get to the store and I pick out pants for my five year old who is going to be starting kindergarten this year. I take him to the dressing room to see what size will fit him best. He looks in the mirror then at me, back in the mirror and asks,&quot; mom do these pants make my butt look big?&quot; SERIOUSLY!  Your five. I had to reassure him with every pair he tried on that his behind looked awesome! I thought that this was something that only girls worried about........</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6149721840138983275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/6149721840138983275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/6149721840138983275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-shopping.html' title='School shopping'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-3796945978370334305</id><published>2010-07-19T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:52:25.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>We went camping recently for a family reunion.  My kids are so not shy when it comes to announcing their bodily functions in front of people. (I did not teach them this.) &lt;br /&gt; We are at a lake there enjoying swimming, and riding in the canoes, when my five year old comes running out of the water.   My first thought is, &quot;oh no, don&#39;t say it, don&#39;t say it!&quot;   Too late..... here it comes.  &quot;MOOOOOOM! I have to POOP!&quot;  NICE! I know. Every one starts laughing.  I am high tailing it with him in tow to find a nice number two area. On our journey to homemade potty glory he decides he doesn&#39;t have to go anymore. You gotta be kidding me!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3796945978370334305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/07/fmily-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/3796945978370334305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/3796945978370334305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/07/fmily-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-11029911493791182</id><published>2010-06-21T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:37:37.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom humor</title><content type='html'>We are driving home from a party at my sister in laws house, and I make the mistake of making it known that I have a potty emergency and to please drive faster.   You can&#39;t tell me that this has never happened to you. Back to my story.  SO my seven year old takes this opportunity to share with us all the potty terms he has learned in the last few months. &quot;Mom do you have some business to do at the Oval office?&quot;  &quot; Do you need to Johnny on the spot?&quot; &quot;Are you going to go drop some kids off at the pool?&quot; Okay, I have to admit that I laughed until I literally was going to pee. I had to make him stop talking potty talk. Not funny when you gotta go!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/11029911493791182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/bathroom-humor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/11029911493791182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/11029911493791182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/bathroom-humor.html' title='Bathroom humor'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-2995034598903818834</id><published>2010-06-21T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:30:29.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What movie are you going to?</title><content type='html'>My husband and I are getting ready to go out for a Father&#39;s day dinner and a movie. On the way to the baby sitter&#39;s house my five year old asks me what movie we are going to go see. I tell him that we haven&#39;t decided yet. He gets this look on his face and then tells me,&quot; If you go to a chick flick, then dad is going to throw up!&quot; Apparently girl movies bring on vomiting in this house hold.....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2995034598903818834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-movie-are-you-going-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/2995034598903818834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/2995034598903818834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-movie-are-you-going-to.html' title='What movie are you going to?'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-2210854194455231209</id><published>2010-06-13T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:50:07.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonding with grandpa.....</title><content type='html'>Mommy log star date number 00254 rounded to the nearest decimal point. It is a rainy Saturday, and my husband is making caramel pop corn.  He decides to take some to his folks house. My seven year old goes with him. They are gone for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;I am  doing the dishes when they walk in. My seven year old comes running up to me and begins to tell me his happenings at grandpa&#39;s house.  &quot;Mom it was so funny! &quot; he says. &quot;Grandpa asked if I would help him shave his back hair off.&quot; You can only imagine the look on my face as he is telling me this! Oh, my seven year old thought it was so cool to watch the clump of hair fall off as he buzzed over it with the clippers.... At this point I can&#39;t decide if I should be grossed out or peeing my pants at listening to him tell me this!  Needless to say he has officially bonded with grandpa more then a seven year old should..... Right? LOL!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2210854194455231209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/bonding-with-grandpa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/2210854194455231209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/2210854194455231209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/bonding-with-grandpa.html' title='Bonding with grandpa.....'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-7377977127891826461</id><published>2010-06-03T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:12:14.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m grounded</title><content type='html'>MY five year old comes in the house the other day and has a frown on his face. I ask him what is the matter? He looks at me over the top of his glasses with those pouty blue eyes and says&quot; Mom I have to tell you something. I was out side playing, and I told my big dump truck a bad word. I told it to shut up!&quot;  Remember he talks with a lisp. I was surprised on this next part. He goes on to say before I could say anything back, &quot; I think that I am grounded now.&quot; He walks into his room, climbs up the ladder into his bed, and lays there for quite a while.  Did I mention that he is very dramatic about everything?  It boils down to this. He was playing with his cousin who is a girl and was tired of playing with her. So he yelled at his toy truck, and grounded him self so he wouldn&#39;t have to play with her any more. I know, I know.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7377977127891826461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-grounded.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/7377977127891826461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/7377977127891826461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-grounded.html' title='I&#39;m grounded'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721447825290844244.post-7753764224765732585</id><published>2010-05-26T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:58:12.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s pronounced tattoo.......</title><content type='html'>My seven year old got a tattoo in his halloween bag. Being a kid he had to put it on right away! &lt;br /&gt;He came strutting in to the kitchen to show me and my five year old yells,&quot; cool I want a tit tat toe too!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard that if I would have had milk in my mouth it would have shot out my nose!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7753764224765732585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-pronounced-tattoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/7753764224765732585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/721447825290844244/posts/default/7753764224765732585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidssaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-pronounced-tattoo.html' title='It&#39;s pronounced tattoo.......'/><author><name>mommyof5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123436854523630618</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>