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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MMRXw4cSp7ImA9WxNVGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899</id><updated>2009-10-30T07:18:04.239-04:00</updated><title>Parent Traps</title><subtitle type="html">Family and Parenting News, Current Events, Reviews, Discussions and LOTS of FUN with Some of my Leftover Pre-Childbearing Weirdness Thrown in for Good Measure!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Tim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>301</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" name="robots" content="noindex" /><meta xmlns="http://pipes.yahoo.com" name="pipes" content="noprocess" /><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentTraps" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8CRno6fCp7ImA9WxNVE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-6445817545548503011</id><published>2009-10-24T11:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:07:47.414-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-24T11:07:47.414-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><title>Fall Musings</title><content type="html">The leaves are finally starting to change in northern Alabama.  Last year's change was so abrupt and colorful that we were stunned.  This year is different.  Apparantly when it's wetter, the leaves don't change as fast - so not so many vibrant reds and oranges thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been going okay so far.  Annie still complains that school doesn't challenge her enough and I'm really starting to think about home school as a viable option.  A lot of gifted families do it, as do several families I know personally.  They have been very successful at acceleration and offering options that just aren't in the school system, especially with budget cuts.  It's something we might try next year.  After all, I am certified to teach - but unable to get a job in this state because they don't accept the credentials for alternative certification I earned.  Hey, I qualify to work in Florida and even Mississippi, not Alabama though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm off to pick up Emily from a Halloween sleepover party - I wonder how much sleep they got?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-6445817545548503011?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/6445817545548503011/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=6445817545548503011&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/6445817545548503011?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/6445817545548503011?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2009/10/fall-musings.html" title="Fall Musings" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AFR3w_fSp7ImA9WxVaE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-7426092042321966237</id><published>2009-04-10T16:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:35:16.245-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-10T16:35:16.245-04:00</app:edited><title>Our Hail photos from today!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/Sd-tebulXdI/AAAAAAAABBU/aFhVtCBAX9w/s1600-h/100_3706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323164022926040530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/Sd-tebulXdI/AAAAAAAABBU/aFhVtCBAX9w/s400/100_3706.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/Sd-teASZWwI/AAAAAAAABBM/FgU29YYE1fM/s1600-h/100_3702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323164015560055554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/Sd-teASZWwI/AAAAAAAABBM/FgU29YYE1fM/s400/100_3702.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We experienced a ton of hail today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-7426092042321966237?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/7426092042321966237/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=7426092042321966237&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/7426092042321966237?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/7426092042321966237?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2009/04/our-hail-photos-from-today.html" title="Our Hail photos from today!" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/Sd-tebulXdI/AAAAAAAABBU/aFhVtCBAX9w/s72-c/100_3706.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EBQ3g9eCp7ImA9WxVWEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-3052246323154348693</id><published>2009-02-20T08:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:14:12.660-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-20T08:14:12.660-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="child safety" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recalls" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Old Navy" /><title>Old Navy Stuffed Animal Recall - USA and Canada</title><content type="html">This recall was announced this morning.  I can attest to the problems of stuffed animal eyes.  Emily had a beanie baby eye shoved up her nostril when she was about two years old.  She came to us saying her nose hurt.  When I looked inside all I saw was something black and shiny.  To the ER we went!  It took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loooooooooooong&lt;/span&gt; time for the doctors to extract that little eye using a long forceps while holding down my screaming toddler.  How did she find the little eye?  The dog had chewed up the toy and she found the eye and for some reason put it in her nose.  Never take a toddler's curiosity for granted and look out for toys that can lose plastic tiny parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name of product: Stuffed Animal and Creature Toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Units: About 35,500 in the United States and 5,400 in Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retailer: Old Navy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LLC&lt;/span&gt;, of San Francisco, Calif.Hazard: The stuffed toys have two button eyes that could detach from the toy, posing a choking hazard to young children.Incidents/Injuries: None reported.Description: The stuffed animal and creature toys are made out of cotton and have plastic button eyes. They come in a variety of styles, such as a rabbit, penguin and reindeer. The recalled toys and style numbers are listed below:Type of Stuffed Toy and Style Number:Brown Plaid Creature (Stubby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stuberson&lt;/span&gt;) 612756Pink Striped Dove 600571Grey Dog 600572Hot Pink Creature (Lucy Toothy) 612800White Dog (Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Poopsie&lt;/span&gt;) 612738Brown Penguin 612672Light Pink Rabbit 612671Brown Reindeer 612728Dark Pink Rabbit (Honey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;O'Bunny&lt;/span&gt;) 612806The style number is located on a white label sewn into the side seam of the toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sold at: Old Navy stores and on the Web at &lt;a href="http://www.oldnavy.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.oldnavy.com&lt;/a&gt; from July 2008 through February 2009 for between $6 and $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manufactured in: China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remedy: Consumers should immediately take the recalled stuffed toy away from young children and return it to any Old Navy store for a full refund. If purchased online, contact Old Navy for instructions on returning the toy for a full refund. Consumers who return the toy before July 1, 2009 will also receive a $5 coupon toward a future Old Navy purchase.Consumer Contact: For additional information, contact Old Navy toll-free at (866) 580-9930 between 9 a.m. and 9 p.m. ET Monday through Friday, or between 12 p.m. and 7 p.m. ET on Saturday, visit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;firm's&lt;/span&gt; Web site at www.oldnavy.com, or e-mail the firm at &lt;a href="http://us.mc01g.mail.yahoo.com/mc/compose?to=custserv@oldnavy.com" ymailto="mailto:custserv@oldnavy.com"&gt;custserv@oldnavy.com&lt;/a&gt;Note: Health Canada's press release can be seen at &lt;a href="http://209.217.71.106/PR/recall-retrait-e.jsp?re_id=666" target="'_blank  onclick="&gt;http://209.217.71.106/PR/recall-retrait-e.jsp?re_id=666&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see this recall on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CPSC's&lt;/span&gt; web site, including pictures of the recalled products, please go to:&lt;a href="http://www.cpsc.gov/cpscpub/prerel/prhtml09/09134.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.cpsc.gov/cpscpub/prerel/prhtml09/09134.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-3052246323154348693?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/3052246323154348693/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=3052246323154348693&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/3052246323154348693?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/3052246323154348693?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2009/02/old-navy-stuffed-animal-recall-usa-and.html" title="Old Navy Stuffed Animal Recall - USA and Canada" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UDQHc8eyp7ImA9WxVXGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-8002661633739843281</id><published>2009-02-18T08:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:54:31.973-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-18T08:54:31.973-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recalls" /><title>Recall - Evenflo Activity Centers</title><content type="html">I have decided to go back to posting child-related recall information on this blog.  A lot of people have told me that they read it here and it helped them.  So starting today forward, you can keep up with child-related recalls at this site.  You can find prior recalls for all products at CPSC's Web site at &lt;a href="http://www.cpsc.gov/" target="_blank"&gt;www.cpsc.gov&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Recalled:  Evenflo Activity Centers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Units: About 213,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manufacturer: Evenflo Co. Inc., of Miamisburg, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazard: When used as an activity table, the cap on one end of the product can loosen and fall off, posing a fall hazard to a young child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidents/Injuries: Evenflo has received 11 reports of dislodged end caps which resulted in nine minor injuries, including bumps and bruises. Evenflo has also received a report of a dislodged end cap that resulted in a child suffering a broken collarbone in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: The recall involves Evenflo ExerSaucer Triple Fun stationary activity centers made between October 2006 and December 2008. The model number is 6231711. Stage 3 position involves converting the product into an activity table. No other ExerSaucer models use end caps and, therefore, no other models are included in this recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sold at: Juvenile product and mass merchandise stores nationwide, including Toys 'R Us and Burlington Baby Depot, from October 2006 through February 2009 for about $120.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manufactured in: United States&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remedy: : Consumers should immediately stop using the activity table in Stage 3 and contact Evenflo to receive a free replacement end cap. The product may continue to be used in Stages 1 and 2 without changes.Consumer Contact: For additional information, contact Evenflo at (800) 233-5921 between 8 a.m. and 5 p.m. ET Monday through Friday or visit the firm's Web site at &lt;a href="http://www.exersaucertriplefun.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.exersaucertriplefun.com&lt;/a&gt;To see this recall on CPSC's web site, including pictures of the recall product, please go to: &lt;a href="http://www.cpsc.gov/cpscpub/prerel/prhtml09/09131.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.cpsc.gov/cpscpub/prerel/prhtml09/09131.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-8002661633739843281?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/8002661633739843281/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=8002661633739843281&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/8002661633739843281?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/8002661633739843281?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2009/02/recall-evenflo-activity-centers.html" title="Recall - Evenflo Activity Centers" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcARXc8fyp7ImA9WxVXFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-3866915827605552302</id><published>2009-02-12T09:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:14:04.977-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-12T09:14:04.977-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parenting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Parent Trap Post of the Day</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SZQuU6PziNI/AAAAAAAABA0/t_rgxZREO6s/s1600-h/25_00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301913598089726162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SZQuU6PziNI/AAAAAAAABA0/t_rgxZREO6s/s400/25_00.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think we should view our children through the eyes of today .... meaning that we really need to try to get from underneath the lens from which we view the world, usually our own childhood. We are always trying to edit kids, telling them how to do things and trying to tell them how much better our world was "back in the day". Well, this is their day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technology has changed, communications has changed, school has changed, clothing has changed, need I go on? But the basic needs of people have not changed at all. We all need love, acceptance, praise and security. How can you do a better job of providing these things in this newer, more modern world?  Can you learn about Ipods or visit the Apple store with your kid? Can you read a new story with them? When was the last time you spoke highly of them to someone else? Let's not let their "back in the day" become a homage to our old times - create new times with your child. What do you think about this - how do you do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-3866915827605552302?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/3866915827605552302/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=3866915827605552302&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/3866915827605552302?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/3866915827605552302?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2009/02/parent-trap-post-of-day.html" title="Parent Trap Post of the Day" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SZQuU6PziNI/AAAAAAAABA0/t_rgxZREO6s/s72-c/25_00.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQDRHk7fip7ImA9WxRVGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-1239685743875050795</id><published>2008-11-17T10:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:56:15.706-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-17T10:56:15.706-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fall" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>I'm back!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SSGT_pJTcCI/AAAAAAAAAuk/5O4dYfiZn3c/s1600-h/100_2730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269655760586108962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SSGT_pJTcCI/AAAAAAAAAuk/5O4dYfiZn3c/s320/100_2730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SSGTgj6k9KI/AAAAAAAAAuc/oA1x4Psm-5U/s1600-h/100_2702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269655226606220450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SSGTgj6k9KI/AAAAAAAAAuc/oA1x4Psm-5U/s320/100_2702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SSGS2vZ07sI/AAAAAAAAAuM/SPd9dhUJZg0/s1600-h/100_2707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269654508135575234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SSGS2vZ07sI/AAAAAAAAAuM/SPd9dhUJZg0/s320/100_2707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi, Thanks to all the new and old readers who keep coming back to read my formerly well-updated blog! I took a bit of a break and now I'm back. I had to update the Thanksgiving Chocolate pie recipe for a reader and now I'm going to write more. Aren't you happy?! We have really been enjoying Fall here in northern Alabama. We've never really ever lived through a real Fall. Well, I haven't nor have the kids. Tim lived in New Hampshire for a year so I guess he did. Anyway, I've posted a few photos here of our street and how it looked last week. Today, the leaves are mostly falling and it's starting to look like Winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-1239685743875050795?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/1239685743875050795/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=1239685743875050795&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/1239685743875050795?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/1239685743875050795?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2008/11/im-back.html" title="I'm back!" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SSGT_pJTcCI/AAAAAAAAAuk/5O4dYfiZn3c/s72-c/100_2730.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YFR3cycSp7ImA9WxRQGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-880460551112525172</id><published>2008-10-13T11:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:18:36.999-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-13T11:18:36.999-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gifted" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Why Is This So Hard?</title><content type="html">Annie isn't happy with school.  She is complaining about being bored in class daily.  She was telling me how much happier she was in a full-time gifted classroom, which is not offered here in Alabama public school.  We can't afford private school, as we can barely afford to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enlisting the help of her gifted teacher to try to see what we can do to improve the situation.  She tested with Belin-Blank on the EXPLORE ACT test last January, as was working at two to five years ahead of 4th grade in every subject.  Being stuck in regular 4th grade must be mind-numbing to her.  She needs more than what the school seems to be able to provide.  I am frustrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-880460551112525172?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/880460551112525172/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=880460551112525172&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/880460551112525172?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/880460551112525172?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2008/10/why-is-this-so-hard.html" title="Why Is This So Hard?" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8HRnk-eyp7ImA9WxRSGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-4095756797558208591</id><published>2008-09-18T14:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:40:37.753-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-19T11:40:37.753-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Talk Like A Pirate Day" /><title>Talk Like A Pirate Day- Ye Scalliwags!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SNPHq51XE_I/AAAAAAAAAuE/hN39gVFQ1PM/s1600-h/jacksparrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247757530709824498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SNPHq51XE_I/AAAAAAAAAuE/hN39gVFQ1PM/s320/jacksparrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avast! It be &lt;a href="http://www.talklikeapirate.com/"&gt;talk like a pirate day &lt;/a&gt;today, if ye had not heerd. Grab yer sailor or yer lass and revel in all that is pirate! Yer supposed to let out yer inner pirate, what'er that means. Aye, I shall hoist my grog high and drain it to celebrate this vile day! I shall view the reviled pirate king, Johnny Depp, in his arrgggg, dvd videos thru the nite in adulation! Hear ye - raise up yer scabbard, get yer little rugrats to help ye and pass the word to Talk Like A Pirate today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-4095756797558208591?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/4095756797558208591/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=4095756797558208591&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/4095756797558208591?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/4095756797558208591?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2008/09/talk-like-pirate-day-ye-scalliwags.html" title="Talk Like A Pirate Day- Ye Scalliwags!" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SNPHq51XE_I/AAAAAAAAAuE/hN39gVFQ1PM/s72-c/jacksparrow.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ESXozeSp7ImA9WxRSF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-8583787780078607320</id><published>2008-09-18T14:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:16:48.481-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-18T14:16:48.481-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny things kids say" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Haikus by My Daughter</title><content type="html">Haikus (done in class for her own amusement) by Annie, Age 9.  I think you'll see recurring themes here.  Too bad it is not graded :)  p.s.  Orpheus and Elmo are both hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orpheus is cool&lt;br /&gt;He is a cool black hampster&lt;br /&gt;Elmo is now dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch is real awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I love lunch it is tasty!&lt;br /&gt;It is almost time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom stinks bad&lt;br /&gt;The toilet is real dirty&lt;br /&gt;It is real stinky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I am tired!&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to sleep now!&lt;br /&gt;I am real sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby went Poop&lt;br /&gt;He just pooped in his diaper&lt;br /&gt;It is real stinky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is crazy&lt;br /&gt;We are extra superreally loud!&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this place!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math totally stinks!&lt;br /&gt;So does reading and English.&lt;br /&gt;Get me out of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-8583787780078607320?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/8583787780078607320/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=8583787780078607320&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/8583787780078607320?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/8583787780078607320?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2008/09/haikus-by-my-daughter.html" title="Haikus by My Daughter" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8MR3g6fip7ImA9WxRSEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-7330331470704218820</id><published>2008-09-11T10:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:38:06.616-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-11T10:38:06.616-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="9/11" /><title>Remembering 9/11</title><content type="html">The &lt;a href="http://www.ireport.com/docs/DOC-83081"&gt;memories are always fresh &lt;/a&gt;and I'll always have the memories of the last part of my pregnancy with Emily clouded by the horrors of 9/11.  Please take the time to remember everyone who died that day, especially the innocent children on those planes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-7330331470704218820?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/7330331470704218820/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=7330331470704218820&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/7330331470704218820?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/7330331470704218820?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2008/09/remembering-911.html" title="Remembering 9/11" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcCR308fSp7ImA9WxRTGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-6902584758165477475</id><published>2008-09-09T10:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:21:06.375-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-09T10:21:06.375-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Space Camp" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>My Daughter is Raising Money to Go To Space Camp!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SMaF76WvU8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/csuv6WvjzA8/s1600-h/space_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244026080442930114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SMaF76WvU8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/csuv6WvjzA8/s320/space_017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My oldest daughter, Annie, is set on going to Space Camp this summer. She's a bright, motivated girl with interests in science, computer science and engineering for her future. We are fortunate to live right around the corner from Space Camp. We are not fortunate, in that because of our financial situation, we can't afford to send her there for that great opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years of layoffs and the resulting excess debt still plague our family and we are digging out now that Tim is fully employed again. I am doing my best to manage being "mom" and working from home so I have time to take care of the needs of the the children. I have tried to get full-time work, but no one is calling me back, despite my years of human resources experience and banking experience. So here we are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie is trying to raise money herself and increase her knowledge of space and general science by creating a blog called &lt;a href="http://www.sendmetospacecamp.com/"&gt;Send Me To Space Camp&lt;/a&gt;. We told her that she has a chance to work hard, learn more and create awareness about herself and her goals through this blog. It also gives readers a chance to support her and her goals by soliciting sponsorship and/or donations to help her fulfill her goal. Kind of like a virtual lemonade stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look and give her feedback. She'll be adding new content weekly, so add her to your favorites list. Thanks for supporting the future scientist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-6902584758165477475?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/6902584758165477475/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=6902584758165477475&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/6902584758165477475?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/6902584758165477475?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2008/09/my-daughter-is-raising-money-to-go-to.html" title="My Daughter is Raising Money to Go To Space Camp!" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SMaF76WvU8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/csuv6WvjzA8/s72-c/space_017.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcAQno4fSp7ImA9WxRTFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-1066492265504846725</id><published>2008-09-03T12:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:07:23.435-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-03T12:07:23.435-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny things kids say" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny" /><title>It's A Good Thing I Was The Lucky Egg!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SL62CJpEGsI/AAAAAAAAAtk/7PWKTyxXtl8/s1600-h/family+collage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241827164369984194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SL62CJpEGsI/AAAAAAAAAtk/7PWKTyxXtl8/s320/family+collage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was commenting to Tim in front of Emily how nice it was to have such a cheerful, happy, child skipping around the house and that she is such a nice child. She turned to him and said, "it's a good thing I was the lucky egg!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She knows that she was the last "egg" to come down the pike before I had my hysterectomy. Too funny!  (note:  Photo is a collage of the lucky eggs in our family by Annie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-1066492265504846725?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/1066492265504846725/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=1066492265504846725&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/1066492265504846725?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/1066492265504846725?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2008/09/its-good-thing-i-was-lucky-egg.html" title="It's A Good Thing I Was The Lucky Egg!" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SL62CJpEGsI/AAAAAAAAAtk/7PWKTyxXtl8/s72-c/family+collage.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4NQ3Y6eip7ImA9WxRTEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-8743916785207398182</id><published>2008-08-29T09:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:53:12.812-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-29T09:53:12.812-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parenting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny" /><title>The Bathroom Door is Closed</title><content type="html">This is really funny.  &lt;a href="http://www.realityparenting.com/joke-doorclosed.html"&gt;I found this sign you can print out &lt;/a&gt;and put on your bathroom door to keep the children at bay when you do your business.  Check it out, Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-8743916785207398182?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/8743916785207398182/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=8743916785207398182&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/8743916785207398182?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/8743916785207398182?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2008/08/bathroom.html" title="The Bathroom Door is Closed" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFQ3g8eCp7ImA9WxRQGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-5277995244054330805</id><published>2008-08-27T13:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:21:52.670-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-13T11:21:52.670-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baby Signs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny things kids say" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="First Words" /><title>Your Baby's First Words</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SL679vTmyAI/AAAAAAAAAts/FZH0yLoBVFo/s1600-h/Annie41100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241833685650950146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SL679vTmyAI/AAAAAAAAAts/FZH0yLoBVFo/s400/Annie41100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the joys of parenthood is certainly hearing the first moment in your young one's life when they finally utter the word "mama" or some variant of Mom. But we often don't get what we wish for. I was recently following a discussion on one of the Gifted and Talented boards about baby's first words. They had some oddities - like "cheese", "dump truck", etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me back to nearly nine years ago when our eldest started to finally talk. She was about ten months old and finally started to utter things that sounded like actual words. I recall "kee" for kitty and "Buddy, no" being nearly first. "Buddy - No" was actually said more than any other phrase around our house at that time. Buddy is our dog and he was admonished quite often around the baby. I also recall us on a stroller walk and got "tree" in response to the beautiful surroundings. The single words didn't last long and they quickly progressed to the current, "get me some more now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had also used Baby Sign Language early to encourage language development. I think at around 7 months we started getting signed responses "more" "eat" and "milk". We never moved on to "I gotta poop" because she started talking after that. This &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/20080827/sc_livescience/whyaremamaanddadaababysfirstwords"&gt;article just came out that says there's really a science behind what your children say first&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am curious what other first words have been uttered by your progeny? Please share here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-5277995244054330805?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/5277995244054330805/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=5277995244054330805&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/5277995244054330805?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/5277995244054330805?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2008/08/your-babys-first-words.html" title="Your Baby's First Words" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SL679vTmyAI/AAAAAAAAAts/FZH0yLoBVFo/s72-c/Annie41100.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UCQX0-cCp7ImA9WxRQGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-5537700086396511832</id><published>2008-08-26T08:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:21:00.358-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-13T11:21:00.358-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crocs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shoes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="child safety" /><title>Crocs Shoes are Dangerous - Don't Lose a Foot!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T15HtaeOek0/RvER5cKoXlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GlcQqFScGWY/s1600-h/crocs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111886730553220690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T15HtaeOek0/RvER5cKoXlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GlcQqFScGWY/s400/crocs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Croc shoes or similarly styled shoes are &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Health/story?id=3619699&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;a proven hazard on escalators&lt;/a&gt;, as the kids who accidents on them can attest. Some children have lost toes or mangled their feet while wearing Crocs and getting their feet stuck in the escalator stairs. They are also very ugly.   Since when did we and our children all decide we needed to look like longshoremen or hairdressers everyday? What happened to cute shoes? You might consider looking at similar shoes that work better overall. &lt;img height="1" src="http://www.lduhtrp.net/image-3131446-10537989" width="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take extra care if you are in a location with an escalator and maybe take the elevator or the stairs if you or your child wears Crocs around the mall. And just be careful around escalators in general - it's easy to fall down them like I did as a kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-5537700086396511832?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/5537700086396511832/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=5537700086396511832&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/5537700086396511832?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/5537700086396511832?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2007/09/crocs-shoes-are-dangerous-can-lose-foot.html" title="Crocs Shoes are Dangerous - Don't Lose a Foot!" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T15HtaeOek0/RvER5cKoXlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GlcQqFScGWY/s72-c/crocs.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8FQH44cCp7ImA9WxRVGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-6409188255605107392</id><published>2008-08-24T20:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:46:51.038-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-17T10:46:51.038-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grandma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chocolate pie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thanksgiving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grandparents" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recipes" /><title>Grandma's Chocolate Pie Recipe</title><content type="html">I am updating today to fix a step where the butter goes in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am highlighting my family's Chocolate Pie recipe in honor of grandparent's day. I have added photos and more details to help you make this the way we do in our family. Please feel free to email your comments, suggestions, and photos to me and I will share them with our readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chocolate pie recipe has been handed down on my father's side for at least 4 generations. His family is from eastern North Carolina, so all the food that comes from there is very yummy, very Southern, and not very diet. Keep this in mind as you prepare. (Also, keep in mind that you really have to stir the pudding while on the stove for a longgggg time before it starts to gel). We serve it in our family every Thanksgiving and Christmas. It is not a holiday without this pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe uses a hand mixer to do the "mixing" part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it Maw Maw's Chocolate Pie (we called our grandma - "Maw-Maw" ). So here's Grandma Maw Maw's pie recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 2 Pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 400 degrees to prebake the pie shells, drop to 350 degrees to cook the pie meringue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 small packages of Jello Brand Pudding &amp;amp; pie filling - chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2 Pet Ritz Bake and Fill Pie Shells (regular size) or any other bake and fill regular pie shells&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoons Real Cocoa - unsweetened&lt;br /&gt;2Tablespoons Sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 Cans of Carnation Evaporated Milk&lt;br /&gt;4 Large or Jumbo Egg Yolks. Separate carefully and reserve the whites for meringue (may want extra egg whites to make taller meringue) Eggs should be at room temperature.&lt;br /&gt;1Tablespoon Real Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1Tablespoon Butter&lt;br /&gt;Pinch of Table Salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prick the unbaked pie shells all over with a fork. Pre-bake the pie shells until light brown. Set aside on a cookie sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238255863864549506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SLIF9GhA4II/AAAAAAAAAsU/7amSHP-VQfU/s320/100_2095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat egg yolks for a minute with mixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the balance of ingredients, except butter, and mix with mixer until well blended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SLIGaANVpVI/AAAAAAAAAsc/hWe_Mp1C-Qc/s1600-h/100_2096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238256360387618130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SLIGaANVpVI/AAAAAAAAAsc/hWe_Mp1C-Qc/s320/100_2096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour into a large saucepan, add the butter, and then stir by hand constantly over medium heat, approximately ten minutes until it starts to boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SLIGwpXDfwI/AAAAAAAAAsk/6ZuOI6v2meA/s1600-h/100_2098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238256749391347458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SLIGwpXDfwI/AAAAAAAAAsk/6ZuOI6v2meA/s320/100_2098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reduce heat to low and continue to stir, it will be slightly lumpy when you take it off the burner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SLIHBNAR3zI/AAAAAAAAAss/_fFRp1rBR4c/s1600-h/100_2099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238257033837403954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SLIHBNAR3zI/AAAAAAAAAss/_fFRp1rBR4c/s320/100_2099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove from heat, continue to beat it by hand to smooth it out, then immediately pour into the pre-baked crusts, dividing evenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SLIM_WOWBoI/AAAAAAAAAtU/_WfTFwAOI-Y/s1600-h/100_2100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238263599022343810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SLIM_WOWBoI/AAAAAAAAAtU/_WfTFwAOI-Y/s320/100_2100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set pies aside. Set your oven to 350 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare meringue by beating egg whites until peaks start to form, adding ¼ cup sugar a little at a time as you are beating at high speed(4 to 5 egg whites) using mixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SLIHpROgp7I/AAAAAAAAAs8/9WxOIlhRBd0/s1600-h/100_2102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238257722165602226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SLIHpROgp7I/AAAAAAAAAs8/9WxOIlhRBd0/s320/100_2102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SLIHX6gSbVI/AAAAAAAAAs0/15SeV7bC8uw/s1600-h/100_2101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238257424008375634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SLIHX6gSbVI/AAAAAAAAAs0/15SeV7bC8uw/s320/100_2101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to double the amount of meringue if you want it to be thick on top of the pie. Divide your meringue mixture to top the two pies and cover the filling completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SLIH9JnhfpI/AAAAAAAAAtE/f3sYS1Px8QA/s1600-h/100_2103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238258063720414866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SLIH9JnhfpI/AAAAAAAAAtE/f3sYS1Px8QA/s320/100_2103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set the pies on a cookie sheet. Place in the oven and bake at 350 degrees until the meringue is browned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SLIITJz8qRI/AAAAAAAAAtM/76ip-YGkaIQ/s1600-h/100_2105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238258441729648914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SLIITJz8qRI/AAAAAAAAAtM/76ip-YGkaIQ/s320/100_2105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be served warm or chilled. I think it is much better chilled. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-6409188255605107392?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/6409188255605107392/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=6409188255605107392&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/6409188255605107392?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/6409188255605107392?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2007/10/my-favorite-chocolate-pie-recipe.html" title="Grandma's Chocolate Pie Recipe" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SLIF9GhA4II/AAAAAAAAAsU/7amSHP-VQfU/s72-c/100_2095.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUNQng7cSp7ImA9WxdaFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-5044618004876838072</id><published>2008-08-22T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:01:33.609-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-22T11:01:33.609-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny things kids say" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Can I Sign Up to Be a Pop Star, Mommy?</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SK7UujPZ0EI/AAAAAAAAArg/Y5fUQAQOHpQ/s1600-h/100_1466.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" fd="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SK7UujPZ0EI/AAAAAAAAArg/Lq-02gkwFvY/s320-R/100_1466.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I guess there is a little too much of a good thing.&amp;nbsp; Too much American Idol.&amp;nbsp; Too much Hannah Montana.&amp;nbsp; Too much Disney Channel.&amp;nbsp; Emily came up to me last night and nonchalantly asked, "can you fill out the papers to sign me up to be a pop star?"&amp;nbsp; I had to explain that it doesn't work that way.&amp;nbsp; You have to practice music, singing, blah, blah, blah.&amp;nbsp; That didn't phase her.&amp;nbsp; Then she asked, "can I hire a band tomorrow?"&amp;nbsp; Yeh, just go check that empty piggy bank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-5044618004876838072?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/5044618004876838072/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=5044618004876838072&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/5044618004876838072?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/5044618004876838072?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2008/08/can-i-sign-up-to-be-pop-star-mommy.html" title="Can I Sign Up to Be a Pop Star, Mommy?" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SK7UujPZ0EI/AAAAAAAAArg/Lq-02gkwFvY/s72-Rc/100_1466.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEFQXY5fip7ImA9WxdaFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-6832703516633294781</id><published>2008-08-18T18:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:06:50.826-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-22T11:06:50.826-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parenting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Do We REALLY Need to Teach Teens How to Beg?</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SKn2wWx-vNI/AAAAAAAAArQ/hjX3WBRRj18/s1600-h/car+keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235987352404278482" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SKn2wWx-vNI/AAAAAAAAArQ/hjX3WBRRj18/s400/car+keys.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was actually quite incensed to read this article from the St. Pete Times that gives a &lt;a href="http://www.tampabay.com/news/humaninterest/article772969.ece"&gt;Top Ten List for How to Get What You Want From Mom and Dad&lt;/a&gt;. Really....did you never see Leave It to Beaver? Eddie was a master at this kind of ploy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Buried underneath this how to article though is a list of appropriate manners for teens. Maybe I'll cut it out and save for about five years from now when they become ingrates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-6832703516633294781?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/6832703516633294781/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=6832703516633294781&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/6832703516633294781?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/6832703516633294781?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2008/08/do-we-really-need-to-teach-teens-how-to.html" title="Do We REALLY Need to Teach Teens How to Beg?" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SKn2wWx-vNI/AAAAAAAAArQ/hjX3WBRRj18/s72-c/car+keys.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEAQXkzcSp7ImA9WxdaFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-4073087143849508324</id><published>2008-08-17T11:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:07:20.789-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-22T11:07:20.789-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny things kids say" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Elvis" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Elvis the Hip Hop Legend</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SKhFLbXgNJI/AAAAAAAAArI/r6K7szcLKN4/s1600-h/elvis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235510629445416082" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SKhFLbXgNJI/AAAAAAAAArI/r6K7szcLKN4/s400/elvis.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were discussing music with the youngest child yesterday. Ironically, it was the anniversary of Elvis's death. Somehow, Elvis came up. I asked Emily if she knew who Elvis was. She replied immediately, "he's a big hip-hop star". Too funny. I had to remind her of his prevalence in the Lilo and Stitch movies and she remembered.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Then it was all about how he died. "He died of a drug overdose". "I know people who do drugs." "Who is that?" "These people who are smoking cigarettes, they're doing drugs." "Yes, they are. And don't do drugs, ever." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"Why do people have to die? Why can't we live forever?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-4073087143849508324?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/4073087143849508324/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=4073087143849508324&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/4073087143849508324?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/4073087143849508324?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2008/08/elvis-hip-hop-legend.html" title="Elvis the Hip Hop Legend" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SKhFLbXgNJI/AAAAAAAAArI/r6K7szcLKN4/s72-c/elvis.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUBQX09eCp7ImA9WxdbF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-5265737801009263499</id><published>2008-08-14T08:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:44:10.360-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-14T12:44:10.360-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shoes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working stiffs" /><title>The Best Shoes For Standing Up All Day</title><content type="html">&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='http://www.comfortshoeshop.com';return true;" onmouseout="window.status=' ';return true;" href="http://www.tkqlhce.com/click-3131446-10563192" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Comfortable Shoes at a comfortable price. Free shipping on orders over $75.00&lt;/a&gt;. You can't beat that for some of the best types of shoes that I've found for your feet if you have to work on your feet all day. Check out my favorites listed under Dansko. They are very well-made and have great support. The comfort sole supports the foot forward when walking. They really protect your feet, legs, and back during long hours of standing or walking. I substitute teach and have to have the best shoes or I am just crippled after only half a day. I usually have back problems and these shoes make all the difference in the world. I have a pair that I've worn for nearly three years! I would recommend them to anyone who stands all day - chefs, hairdressers, teachers and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="http://www.tqlkg.com/image-3131446-10563192" width="1" border="0" rel="nofollow" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-5265737801009263499?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/5265737801009263499/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=5265737801009263499&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/5265737801009263499?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/5265737801009263499?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2007/11/best-shoes-for-standing-up-all-day.html" title="The Best Shoes For Standing Up All Day" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MGSH0-cCp7ImA9WxdbFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-4767399718996112821</id><published>2008-08-13T21:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:03:49.358-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-13T22:03:49.358-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Back To School and More Activities</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SKOSf1PmyeI/AAAAAAAAArA/U2K3r2liIuA/s1600-h/backtoschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234188267500784098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SKOSf1PmyeI/AAAAAAAAArA/U2K3r2liIuA/s400/backtoschool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a week since school started here and it seems like we're off to a great start. Both children like their teachers. Annie was quickly accepted into the gifted and talented program based on her prior program. She said they picked programs to work on and she will do computing/web design/newspaper, which is right up her alley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The school food is one zillion times better than the last school in Florida. Tim's aunt and I went to lunch earlier this week at the school and it was decent to eat! The food tasted good, wasn't all frozen and they had fresh veggie choices! Wake up, Florida, make some changes! Even the milk was cold! A first for me with school milk, ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buddy the dog and I have spent a lot of time together sans family. We are bonding. I have gotten the house back in order after two rounds of visitors and finally got the SUV registered in this state. Lots of errands to get done. I have some work at home to do tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids are about to be as loaded in weekly activities as they were last year. Annie will have basketball later in the fall, Junior Girl Scouts, CCD and either art or dance. Emily has soccer, Brownie scouts, and CCD. I think we may skip on dance until next year, so we can see how soccer and basketball go here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-4767399718996112821?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/4767399718996112821/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=4767399718996112821&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/4767399718996112821?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/4767399718996112821?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2008/08/back-to-school-and-more-activities.html" title="Back To School and More Activities" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SKOSf1PmyeI/AAAAAAAAArA/U2K3r2liIuA/s72-c/backtoschool.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMDRX07eyp7ImA9WxdbEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-1872360695459234482</id><published>2008-08-06T14:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:47:54.303-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-06T14:47:54.303-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids" /><title>Back to School Today!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SJnxCN4vU-I/AAAAAAAAAq4/Zp-oaXy_xaY/s1600-h/100_2055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231477462557217762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SJnxCN4vU-I/AAAAAAAAAq4/Zp-oaXy_xaY/s400/100_2055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids seemed happy as they headed out to their new school today. The school had open house last night to meet the teachers and to tour the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give Alabama this, they have beautiful schools! They have spent some money making the environment look inviting and it appears that they go for buildings to last - all brick with style. The kids loved the library, which was very large, open and inviting. The librarian was a very sweet woman who struck me as someone that they'll really enjoy being around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily's teacher seemed experienced and welcoming and I planted the seed about Emily's reading level being so high. Annie's teacher made her day by saying that they'll give no homework, outside of practicing math facts. Annie hates homework. I guess they plan to do it all in school and given that the school day here is 1.5 hours longer than the school day in Florida, I guess they do have time. Annie does more learning and projects at her computer most days than they'll ever learn in school anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily was very quiet in her new classroom, but I know she'll warm up quickly. A little girl was going around saying, "will you be my friend?" to everyone. Emily looked surprised when she came to her and quickly said "okay". I introduced her to a more shy girl in her row, named Abigail. She was a cute little redhead. Emily loved her right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both seem interested in riding the bus so we may try it tomorrow. At least it's air conditioned here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-1872360695459234482?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/1872360695459234482/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=1872360695459234482&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/1872360695459234482?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/1872360695459234482?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2008/08/back-to-school-today.html" title="Back to School Today!" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SJnxCN4vU-I/AAAAAAAAAq4/Zp-oaXy_xaY/s72-c/100_2055.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04CSX8yeyp7ImA9WxdUFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-2918099651646823337</id><published>2008-07-30T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:39:28.193-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-30T22:39:28.193-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="interesting" /><title>Jumpstart Your Kids to Get Ready For School</title><content type="html">For our family, it's time to go back to school next week.&amp;nbsp; The kids are rusty with school skills after a summer of moving to a new home, swimming, playing and really, too much television.&amp;nbsp; I know I should be more parental and limit it more, but we've gotten so busy just trying to set up house that we forget to pull them from their veggie patches on the couch (they are vegetating - get it!)&lt;br /&gt;
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The kids do enjoy their computers though, as much as they enjoy T.V.&amp;nbsp; We're getting out the cache of &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://shop.knowledgeadventure.com/Departments/JumpStart-Series.aspx"&gt;educational software&lt;/a&gt; to break them back into the school mode.&amp;nbsp; Knowledge Adventure's &lt;a href="http://shop.knowledgeadventure.com/Products/JumpStart-Spanish__20122.aspx"&gt;Jumpstart Spanish&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;has been&amp;nbsp;a family favorite of my girls since preschool.&amp;nbsp; It still entertains them with the great songs and games.&amp;nbsp; Their Spanish has improved steadily over time.&amp;nbsp; Annie is going into fourth grade next week and needs more advanced language study and we're ready to move up to another one of their programs called &lt;a href="http://shop.knowledgeadventure.com/Products/Say-It-In-Spanish---Download__20506.aspx"&gt;Say It in Spanish&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It's good for learning Spanish&amp;nbsp;up to high school level and, as of today, it's on sale for $9.99 with free shipping, so I'm getting it right now.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you've already been a reader of my blog, you'll know that I have two very gifted children.&amp;nbsp; The regular curriculum in school doesn't begin to satisfy their needs.&amp;nbsp; I'm always looking for ways to supplement their education.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, they are very self-motivated learners.&amp;nbsp; I've been very pleased with the products I have used from Knowledge Adventure and I highly recommend them for anyone, but especially for parents who want to enrich their children's curriculum beyond the basics.&amp;nbsp; When you've got a first grader doing third grade work and a fourth grader doing high school work and you don't home school, you've got to do something in between.&amp;nbsp; Using their&amp;nbsp;educational software really has helped us a lot to meet our goals with the girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-2918099651646823337?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/2918099651646823337/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=2918099651646823337&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/2918099651646823337?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/2918099651646823337?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2008/07/jumpstart-your-kids-to-get-ready-for.html" title="Jumpstart Your Kids to Get Ready For School" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAFR30yeyp7ImA9WxdbEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-3780125194135765915</id><published>2008-07-14T10:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:51:56.393-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-06T14:51:56.393-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alabama" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relocation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animals" /><title>Invasion</title><content type="html">Last night we had an invasion of the aliens. Let me explain. Two days ago we had a really strong storm. It looked like a tropical storm hitting the house. We actually had tree limbs fall that were the size of actual trees. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invaders came after that. When I was taking the dog out and looked down, there were millions of either a) termites or b) flying ants emerging from the ground and from under the patio of our rental home. Since the termite inspector had just been here last week, I have called them this morning and hopefully, they'll be back to see just what is emerging in droves from underground. They were varying sizes and some had wings and some didn't. It almost seemed like a pep rally for the insect nation with millions cheering the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fliers&lt;/span&gt; on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as they are not in the house! But it also doesn't make it too fun to go out to catch fireflies. See a video of them here (the weird sound is just the video malfunctioning - it makes it sound like an alien invasion for real):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3_pLP3n7xQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3_pLP3n7xQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention we have now officially relocated to Alabama? Yes, we are learning the ways of the land and the people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-3780125194135765915?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/3780125194135765915/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=3780125194135765915&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/3780125194135765915?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/3780125194135765915?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2008/07/invasion.html" title="Invasion" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ANQH8_eCp7ImA9WxdVEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463948729409346899.post-6618632281274190320</id><published>2008-07-10T20:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:49:51.140-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-16T10:49:51.140-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alabama" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>The Land of a Million Flavors &amp; Grapico</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SHdsXwpOWFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/lzuorIhQA_c/s1600-h/grapicoold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221761448409978962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SHdsXwpOWFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/lzuorIhQA_c/s400/grapicoold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we've entered the land of a million flavors - of soda! Alabamians love their fizzy drinks! I have been perusing the aisles of the grocery stores and have found that old soda pops didn't die out - they stayed alive and well in the old south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been enjoying something called &lt;a href="http://www.buffalorock.com/products/grapico.html"&gt;Diet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" rel="nofollow"&gt;Grapico&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;this week - found at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; here and made in Birmingham. It's a very decent grape soda, something I really like and can never find in Florida. There was also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sundrop&lt;/span&gt; (similar to Mountain Dew) and the icky sounding Peach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nehi&lt;/span&gt; (where's the grape, people). There were at least four versions of fruit punch soda sold in cans. I always liked Tahitian Treat when I was a kid. Oh, and some weird version of Dr. Pepper, I think called Dr. Wham. I'll have to try that one next time - perhaps Diet Dr. Wham (does George Michael drink this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paternal grandparents ran an old fashioned country store in rural North Carolina when I was growing up, so these soda flavors bring back memories of drinking a lot of them there. I haven't seen them since - until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, due to sugar issues, I can't indulge like I used to when I was small and thankfully, the children don't like soda (they've always said fizzy drinks were "spicy" since they were babies). But happily, the oddly-named Diet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grapico&lt;/span&gt; is on my shopping list now. The photo is an old advertisement for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grapico&lt;/span&gt; I found when searching for more info about it. It's one of those old, old brands of the south.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463948729409346899-6618632281274190320?l=www.parent-traps.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/feeds/6618632281274190320/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1463948729409346899&amp;postID=6618632281274190320&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/6618632281274190320?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463948729409346899/posts/default/6618632281274190320?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.parent-traps.com/2008/07/land-of-million-flavors-grapico.html" title="The Land of a Million Flavors &amp; Grapico" /><author><name>Stacey063</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593080435894086944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12672839088656293715" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T15HtaeOek0/SHdsXwpOWFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/lzuorIhQA_c/s72-c/grapicoold.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
