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I had "help" ... lots of help.</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/3552132854945470091?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/3552132854945470091?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/trim-tree.html" title="Trim the Tree!" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vdTFfNKWyzA/TsqXHzyYywI/AAAAAAAADso/NtjgfkYyptQ/s72-c/DSC05463.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQFQXY4eCp7ImA9WhRSGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-3399657472199155545</id><published>2011-11-19T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T10:45:10.830-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-22T10:45:10.830-06:00</app:edited><title>Boy Time</title><summary>


 Every couple weeks, Andy calls for Boy Time.

I'm not sure what all goes on, but my three boys come out smelling good and looking handsome.  After every haircut, A runs to me and says, "Wanna smell me Mom?  I got Daddy soap!  And feel my haircut!"  I love my handsome fellas!


</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/3399657472199155545?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/3399657472199155545?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/boy-time.html" title="Boy Time" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-411PxG3dHpc/TsvQEvpCyLI/AAAAAAAADsw/th92gBMyh6s/s72-c/DSC05454.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8ERXo9cCp7ImA9WhRSFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-2684375531135203447</id><published>2011-11-18T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T08:00:04.468-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-18T08:00:04.468-06:00</app:edited><title>My Life 2</title><summary>


 Really?!

What is going on here?!

I thought I already got that one dressed.

My life ... it's so worth it.


</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/2684375531135203447?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/2684375531135203447?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-life-2.html" title="My Life 2" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VWCTwc13ePE/TsUjr1vxH1I/AAAAAAAADsY/kAJ9S11GnDw/s72-c/DSC05450.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMER3g8eSp7ImA9WhRSFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-291621052030489278</id><published>2011-11-17T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T08:00:06.671-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-17T08:00:06.671-06:00</app:edited><title>My Life</title><summary>


 My life.

Every day.

Three times a day.


</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/291621052030489278?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/291621052030489278?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-life.html" title="My Life" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-deN9T9n42to/TsLJbbg5QVI/AAAAAAAADsI/g0KrDk743-Q/s72-c/DSC05444.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcFQn0yfSp7ImA9WhRSFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-5186739667895778639</id><published>2011-11-16T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T08:00:13.395-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-16T08:00:13.395-06:00</app:edited><title>She Reads!</title><summary>

We're finally doing what J has wanted for so long.










</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/5186739667895778639?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/5186739667895778639?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/she-reads.html" title="She Reads!" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ytXF1JIraVI/TsLG1kCiGqI/AAAAAAAADsA/fC77GBXaHeo/s72-c/DSC05446.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08DRX0yfCp7ImA9WhRSE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-540496925483772580</id><published>2011-11-15T13:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T13:37:54.394-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T13:37:54.394-06:00</app:edited><title>Funny Man</title><summary>


 Last night at Bible Time, R decided to be the funny man.

As Andy was talking, R shoved his little fingers in his little ears, as if saying, "La, la, la ... not listening."  

It got Andy giggling which sent the rest of us into hysterics.  

We settled down enough to wrap up the talk and close in prayer.  

R had no clue what he was doing, but the response we gave him kept him going long </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/540496925483772580?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/540496925483772580?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/funny-man.html" title="Funny Man" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lw1QXiMVf4/TsK9SEcc35I/AAAAAAAADro/WbXR_VWnQmI/s72-c/DSC05440.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUGQ3YyeCp7ImA9WhRSEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-328399914851619870</id><published>2011-11-14T12:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T12:10:22.890-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-14T12:10:22.890-06:00</app:edited><title>Mighty Warrior</title><summary>


 Mighty Warrior with sword in one hand and red, sequin adorned purse in the other.  My poor, sweet boys.


</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/328399914851619870?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/328399914851619870?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/mighty-warrior.html" title="Mighty Warrior" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NEqhwygn8Kk/TsFYAj6x8aI/AAAAAAAADrY/Equ0r2gBr5c/s72-c/DSC05417.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUADR3Y5eip7ImA9WhRSEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-2056808938409870185</id><published>2011-11-13T11:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T12:02:56.822-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-14T12:02:56.822-06:00</app:edited><title>Silly Sunday</title><summary>


 I'm beginning to notice a pattern.  On Sunday afternoons, I am frequently found in the playroom making silly faces.





</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/2056808938409870185?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/2056808938409870185?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/silly-sunday.html" title="Silly Sunday" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wIoZB0MIrB8/TsFW3WJSpTI/AAAAAAAADrA/Kpzfof9Tfpw/s72-c/DSC05421.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMDQXs8eSp7ImA9WhRSEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-8706730088103868717</id><published>2011-11-12T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T11:57:50.571-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-14T11:57:50.571-06:00</app:edited><title>Lazy Saturday</title><summary>

Sharing Breakfast


 Manning Family Fun Day is now on Saturday!


A is taking advantage of the free living room - no school.




Sweet M is rarely found without a book in her hands.

</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/8706730088103868717?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/8706730088103868717?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/lazy-saturday.html" title="Lazy Saturday" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DDslmikHHOw/TsFU9eStAPI/AAAAAAAADqo/61ilpQvTWyg/s72-c/DSC05409.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4MQX08eCp7ImA9WhRSEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-1594191483814421369</id><published>2011-11-11T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T11:49:40.370-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-14T11:49:40.370-06:00</app:edited><title>Box Play</title><summary>


 Andy and I finally got around to a dreaded task - the garage.

Thankfully, it was pretty well organized with not too much clutter.  But our "storage system" was hideous.  It was a collection of old bookshelves, dresser drawers, store display racks ... basically anything we've been given that could hold items.  But now our stuff has new shelving with doors to hide its contents!  It was a long </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/1594191483814421369?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/1594191483814421369?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/box-play.html" title="Box Play" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G51e53Hgmaw/TsFRUhl5DZI/AAAAAAAADqA/nlLDYCi57pg/s72-c/DSC05392.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04BRH86eip7ImA9WhRSEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-6751207951308332122</id><published>2011-11-10T11:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T11:32:35.112-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-14T11:32:35.112-06:00</app:edited><title>Snuggle Bunnies</title><summary>


 I found two little snuggle bunnies in my  bed this morning.

E and R got up before I was ready to deal with them a little early, so I sent them to my bed hoping they would give me a little more "me" time.  After about 20 minutes I went to check on them and found this.  Of course I had to crawl back into bed.  I couldn't leave them alone any longer.  It's a mother's duty.  I am so blessed.



</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/6751207951308332122?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/6751207951308332122?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/snuggle-bunnies.html" title="Snuggle Bunnies" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VDdtjY7JaQ0/TsFMjdOX8aI/AAAAAAAADpY/QAvLiZ44c3k/s72-c/DSC05362.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEAQnk9fCp7ImA9WhRSEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-275382911125263989</id><published>2011-11-09T05:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T05:57:23.764-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-11T05:57:23.764-06:00</app:edited><title>Me Too Ma!</title><summary>


E wanted her picture taken too.  

She said, "Take a picture of me too, Ma!  See?!  See?!" 


</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/275382911125263989?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/275382911125263989?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/me-too-ma.html" title="Me Too Ma!" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-swoDQsEhCMw/Tr0NI4MCIDI/AAAAAAAADi4/iqtawLyHQhM/s72-c/DSC05343.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMCRHg9fSp7ImA9WhRSEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-7860770958351270495</id><published>2011-11-08T05:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T05:54:25.665-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-11T05:54:25.665-06:00</app:edited><title>Twins</title><summary>


 The kids frequently dress alike, but it's usually the girls.

This morning, C and A chose to be "twins."  They even found panties/underwear that were similar.  Thankfully they didn't consider to dress C in underwear or A in panties.


</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/7860770958351270495?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/7860770958351270495?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/twins.html" title="Twins" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0YS4XR6EXw/Tr0J8SgD9iI/AAAAAAAADio/Kpq_VccBcrQ/s72-c/DSC05334.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YDR3g_fyp7ImA9WhRSEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-7446444365107116630</id><published>2011-11-07T05:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T05:32:56.647-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-11T05:32:56.647-06:00</app:edited><title>Just Another Day at School</title><summary>

No, they are not supposed to be hiding under the table.




Yes, she resisted the command to return to the playroom.




And yes, we are learning to stay focused even with multiple distractions.

</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/7446444365107116630?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/7446444365107116630?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-another-day-at-school.html" title="Just Another Day at School" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5r5r9mMZiNw/Tr0GhembtDI/AAAAAAAADiQ/sYkMbGYh4Ts/s72-c/DSC05349.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUABRnwycSp7ImA9WhRTF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-2673250666045661192</id><published>2011-11-06T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T09:55:57.299-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T09:55:57.299-06:00</app:edited><title>American Girl!</title><summary>


 We were able to sneak away one afternoon for a special surprise.

Aunt Lou treated my ladies to a trip to the American Girl store.  We regularly get the magazines at home, and the girls devour them, circling their favorites.  Thankfully, Target caught onto the craze and offers a much more affordable knock-off that C got for her birthday last year.  And this trip has made her Jenny crazy all </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/2673250666045661192?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/2673250666045661192?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/american-girl.html" title="American Girl!" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nK_VUM3pE1I/TrlOybpASxI/AAAAAAAADZ4/GFVz5SwMelc/s72-c/DSC05296.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EGQn8_eip7ImA9WhRTF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-4067534232098543785</id><published>2011-11-05T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:27:03.142-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T10:27:03.142-06:00</app:edited><title>Fun at the Park</title><summary>






























</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/4067534232098543785?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/4067534232098543785?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/fun-at-park.html" title="Fun at the Park" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g9LG00PjCrM/TrlRxBP015I/AAAAAAAADaI/Z468FVftt7g/s72-c/DSC05266.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcGSXc4cSp7ImA9WhRTGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-1892436321473447053</id><published>2011-11-04T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T08:57:08.939-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-10T08:57:08.939-06:00</app:edited><title>Happy Birthday Great Gran!</title><summary>








E says, "And that's C, and that's M, and that's A ..."









Hi Great Gran!




Great Gran needs a bigger couch for all her greats!




</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/1892436321473447053?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/1892436321473447053?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-great-gran.html" title="Happy Birthday Great Gran!" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VqaD4l8ejYQ/TrvlAfRV7eI/AAAAAAAADiA/ozpf6_RA5bU/s72-c/DSC05313.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAMRXY_fip7ImA9WhRTF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-1218850704635997768</id><published>2011-11-03T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T09:56:24.846-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T09:56:24.846-06:00</app:edited><title>Hotel Crash</title><summary>


 The 3 Big Girls stayed the night with Aunt Lou and Uncle Tom.  They were delighted to see us go -- that's how much fun it is at the Lytle Hotel.  Thankfully I had my mom to help round up my 3 Littles plus 1 cousin.  We headed to the hotel and crashed.  We didn't bathe, didn't brush teeth.  (Sorry Kara.  We made up for it in the morning.)  But we just crashed.  And thanks to some super tired </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/1218850704635997768?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/1218850704635997768?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/hotel-crash.html" title="Hotel Crash" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OzsBI8YtzFM/Trk53vTgrMI/AAAAAAAADZg/q8_ODqTF2bI/s72-c/DSC05258.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQEQXw7fCp7ImA9WhRTFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-7455691106148804289</id><published>2011-11-02T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:18:20.204-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T11:18:20.204-06:00</app:edited><title>Fun with Aunt Lou</title><summary>


 We made a quick trip to Dallas to visit Aunt Lou, Uncle Tom, and Great Gran.  It was a super fast trip filled with non-stop fun.  We left early Wednesday morning and arrived before lunch.  We sat ran around, stretching our legs while we waited for Aunt Lou.  After a quick bite to eat (pizza and grapes), we were back outside with bubbles.  Aunt Lou knows how to do fun.








Great Gran </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/7455691106148804289?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/7455691106148804289?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/11/fun-with-aunt-lou.html" title="Fun with Aunt Lou" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nF-Ho_gsLo/Trf9LoI8c0I/AAAAAAAADYQ/lLkc_w1YJDw/s72-c/Northeast-20111102-00011.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YCR3k5eyp7ImA9WhRTEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-6875456036213659486</id><published>2011-11-01T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T08:46:06.723-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-01T08:46:06.723-05:00</app:edited><title>Very Crazy Breakfast</title><summary>


 I'm sure we're breaking all the rules this morning.  M labeled it as "a very crazy breakfast."  But when else can you get eat candy before a popcorn breakfast?  Thank you Halloween.











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Two of my Little Superheroes


We just had to try on our costumes to make sure they were ready for tonight.  Add pants, and these are trick-or-treat ready!



I came home from trick-or-treating to find I had taken 65 pictures in 1 hour.

It was a great evening with my Superhero Family!


Superhero Dad lighting the Jack-o-Lantern










My Precious Superheros




Showing off their Superhero </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/8197766863248693603?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/8197766863248693603?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html" title="Happy Halloween!" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i6dmjViCbzk/Tq6vlyoQ5qI/AAAAAAAADUQ/QvQcHCCphBk/s72-c/DSC05168.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQERX88fCp7ImA9WhdaGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-7993599115797987053</id><published>2011-10-30T04:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T04:51:44.174-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-30T04:51:44.174-05:00</app:edited><title>Happy Carving</title><summary>

The Artist at Work







"There's one eye!"




Finished Product




They wanted to take their picture with the pumpkin.

</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/7993599115797987053?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/7993599115797987053?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-carving.html" title="Happy Carving" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QDsTVpeA3dQ/Tq0caWsUFyI/AAAAAAAADTo/N9MZPM90TBQ/s72-c/DSC05156.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4GRnc6fyp7ImA9WhdaGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-1748340182149064771</id><published>2011-10-29T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T14:02:07.917-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-29T14:02:07.917-05:00</app:edited><title>Full as a Tick</title><summary>


R decided to kick back and relax a little after lunch.

Check out that boy's tummy!</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/1748340182149064771?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/1748340182149064771?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/10/full-as-tick.html" title="Full as a Tick" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y10sGi_IHOg/TqsM480Se8I/AAAAAAAADTg/DMtTisCNpYI/s72-c/DSC05149.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIMSXw_fip7ImA9WhdaGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-1735675986404378750</id><published>2011-10-28T15:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:09:48.246-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-28T15:09:48.246-05:00</app:edited><title>Sick</title><summary>


You know it's bad when the medicine box stays out all week.

We have been fighting the colds something fierce.  One child will knock it out just long enough for it to attack another.  Then Mom and Dad get to play too.  It's been rough.

I'm hoping we're done with this battle, and on to better days soon.</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/1735675986404378750?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134159001491751394/posts/default/1735675986404378750?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lydiamanning.blogspot.com/2011/10/sick.html" title="Sick" /><author><name>Lydia Manning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382818230789783486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v582BDEWL9Q/TqsK2p1zAbI/AAAAAAAADTY/u9ZTs0xcA9o/s72-c/DSC05151.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MAQ3Y4eyp7ImA9WhdaF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134159001491751394.post-5799335290686520393</id><published>2011-10-27T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T11:04:02.833-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-27T11:04:02.833-05:00</app:edited><title>Nice Day for a Swing</title><summary>


 R had fun swinging this morning.

He was on the swing while it was still damp with morning dew.

He's such a cutie, but we've really got to work on his "cheese" face.





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