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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="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" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 20:04:43 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Giveaways</category><category>Summer</category><category>Homeschool</category><category>Kid Activities</category><category>Independence Day</category><category>St. Patrick's Day</category><category>Real Food</category><category>Memes</category><category>New Year's</category><category>We Are Family</category><category>Pie for Breakfast</category><category>Christmas</category><category>Silly Stuff</category><category>Just My Opinion</category><category>Friends</category><category>Thanksgiving</category><category>Tips</category><category>Autumn</category><category>Gardening</category><category>Money-Saving</category><category>Oops</category><category>Valentine's Day</category><category>Halloween</category><category>Craft Project</category><category>Birthdays</category><category>Spring</category><category>Easter</category><category>The Storybook Shelf</category><category>Recipes</category><category>Happy Friday</category><category>Father's Day</category><category>I Like This</category><category>Mother's Day</category><category>Quote of the Day</category><category>Sunday Thoughts</category><category>School</category><category>Books</category><title>Teach Me to Walk: Personal Blog</title><description /><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>478</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TeachMeToWalk" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="teachmetowalk" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-8602239824812989240</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2012 16:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-28T20:17:15.302-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sunday Thoughts</category><title>"The Happiest People I Know"</title><description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5184/5685098418_3106bc95d4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5184/5685098418_3106bc95d4.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pinksherbet/5685098418/in/set-72157610551917961" target="_blank"&gt;D. Sharon Pruitt&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: #f7f7f7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;"The happiest people I know are those whose life-style centers around the home. Work is very important, and success in one's profession or business is also essential to happiness, but remember what we say so often: 'No other success can compensate for failure in the home.' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: #f7f7f7; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #f7f7f7; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px;"&gt;-N. Eldon Tanner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-8602239824812989240?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/happiest-people-i-know-are-those-whose.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-8204139436300266676</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 04:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-27T20:55:54.187-08:00</atom:updated><title>Koala Farts</title><description>Oh my goodness, I almost forgot about Happy Friday. AND I just realized that I completely forgot about it last week. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So...since &lt;strike&gt;last week's&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;two-weeks ago's Happy Friday&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/brain-farts.html" target="_blank"&gt;was about farts&lt;/a&gt;, I thought I'd stick with the same theme this week:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.sharingmachine.com/prodimages/koala-150.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.sharingmachine.com/prodimages/koala-150.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy Friday-almost-Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-8204139436300266676?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/koala-farts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-4713129314802202565</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 05:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-24T21:16:39.091-08:00</atom:updated><title>Just a Quickie</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu43fLpoPq4/Tx-OJRugahI/AAAAAAAABNw/Z6I-hRB6nLY/s1600/snowy+edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu43fLpoPq4/Tx-OJRugahI/AAAAAAAABNw/Z6I-hRB6nLY/s400/snowy+edit.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
My posts have been a little...short lately. I'm trying to finish up my &lt;a href="http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2011/05/crisis-of-textbook-proportions.html" target="_blank"&gt;Creative Writing class&lt;/a&gt;, which I've put off for far too long, and that eats into my blogging time. So, rather than not blog at all, I'm writing little baby posts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And here's another one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Snow was falling last Sunday morning when we woke up (or when Little Boy woke us up, yelling, "COME SEE THE SNOW!"). It doesn't usually snow for long around here, so Little Boy and I put on our coats and boots over our pajamas and went out on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I'd known that the snow would keep falling...and falling...and falling, I wouldn't have bothered. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;
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But it makes for a fun photo, so I guess it wasn't totally pointless. And it was a happy way to start a Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-4713129314802202565?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-quickie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wu43fLpoPq4/Tx-OJRugahI/AAAAAAAABNw/Z6I-hRB6nLY/s72-c/snowy+edit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-86802126330154851</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-22T10:00:01.624-08:00</atom:updated><title>As Long As It Takes</title><description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4144/5097283115_438a2dbf24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4144/5097283115_438a2dbf24.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[image by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pinksherbet/5097283115/in/set-72157610551917961" target="_blank"&gt;Pink Sherbet Photography&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"[A true faith in Christ] is knowing that His atonement is real, that its purpose is to transform us, and that &lt;b&gt;it will be available as long as that perfecting process takes&lt;/b&gt;. We have a Savior who covers us, a Redeemer who changes us, and a Good Shepherd who is willing to go in search of us again and again--continuously."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Brad Wilcox, in &lt;i&gt;The Continuous Atonement&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-86802126330154851?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-long-as-it-takes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-3613841356476157408</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 04:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-19T22:23:17.901-08:00</atom:updated><title>His Buddy and Him</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CM_6gyqhxK8/TxjosNVUunI/AAAAAAAABNo/LwjNteADtfA/s1600/friend+edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; color: #df596b; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CM_6gyqhxK8/TxjosNVUunI/AAAAAAAABNo/LwjNteADtfA/s400/friend+edit.jpg" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-image: initial; border-left-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;"&gt;Suddenly, Little Boy and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://helloiloveyou-kaylyn.blogspot.com/" style="background-color: white; color: #5c7c92; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;my sister&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;are besties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;"&gt;It's adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-3613841356476157408?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-buddy-and-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CM_6gyqhxK8/TxjosNVUunI/AAAAAAAABNo/LwjNteADtfA/s72-c/friend+edit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-7029913400122755964</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2012 02:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-15T18:14:58.731-08:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6167/6206325704_cf6713683d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6167/6206325704_cf6713683d.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28196992@N07/6206325704/" target="_blank"&gt;bengrey&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Each of us knew that the journey to exaltation would be long, 
strenuous, and sometimes lonely, but we also knew that we would not 
travel alone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Keith K. Hilbig &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-7029913400122755964?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/photo-by-bengrey-each-of-us-knew-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-334767436934937767</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 20:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-13T12:58:57.702-08:00</atom:updated><title>Brain Farts</title><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://verydemotivational.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/demotivational-posters-brain-farts1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://verydemotivational.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/demotivational-posters-brain-farts1.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Click to enlarge. Via &lt;a href="http://verydemotivational.memebase.com/?s=brain+fart" target="_blank"&gt;Very Demotivational&lt;/a&gt;.]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-334767436934937767?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/brain-farts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-8055376505475070219</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-12T17:01:01.278-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quote of the Day</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">We Are Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Homeschool</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kid Activities</category><title>Math Quote of the Day</title><description>So, picture this. I'm on the computer, and Little Boy's at the kitchen table working on his subtraction workbook (which he's in love with, but that's another story). Then I hear a frustrated little voice:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Uhh...I'm having a problem over here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cracked me up. I had to hide my giggles, of course. Math problems are &lt;i&gt;not funny&lt;/i&gt;. (Teehee.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-8055376505475070219?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/math-quote-of-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-6501903425276782396</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-11T20:00:14.796-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">We Are Family</category><title>Little Boy is a Builder</title><description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7jxe-PLoonc/Tw5UyEjqvkI/AAAAAAAABNc/0ljjHt1gwg0/s1600/airplane+edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7jxe-PLoonc/Tw5UyEjqvkI/AAAAAAAABNc/0ljjHt1gwg0/s400/airplane+edit.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Mega Bloks airplane. Goofy face.]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Little Boy is a builder. I am not. I've &lt;a href="http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-boys-favorite-christmas-present.html" target="_blank"&gt;posted&lt;/a&gt; about this &lt;a href="http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-boy-part-2.html" target="_blank"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;, but it constantly amazes me how this is one trait that he got totally, completely from Isaac, rather than a mixture of Isaac and me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Little Boy used to need a lot of help with building things, mostly using the instructions that came with his building sets. ("Mommy, can you help me build this?" "Uh...maybe Daddy can help you with that when he gets home.")&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now he's getting better at following the printed instructions himself, and he's finally making up some of his own designs. I like that, because he's never really been a thinking-outside-the-box kind of kid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He made up a "guy" out of Mega Bloks all by himself (yes, that's how "Mega Bloks" is spelled), and today he made a "crazy car" out of Legos. I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot of "crazy cars" and "guys" for awhile. And then, who knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-6501903425276782396?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-boy-is-builder.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7jxe-PLoonc/Tw5UyEjqvkI/AAAAAAAABNc/0ljjHt1gwg0/s72-c/airplane+edit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-7000072993375856380</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2012 01:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-08T17:22:44.625-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sunday Thoughts</category><title>To Be Offended is a Choice We Make</title><description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/129/317804279_11b47b8fd1_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/129/317804279_11b47b8fd1_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40645538@N00/317804279/" target="_blank"&gt;Pink Sherbet Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: #f7f7f7; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px;"&gt;This quote isn't mega-spiritual, but it's something I've been thinking about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: #f7f7f7; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px;"&gt;"Certainly clumsy, embarrassing, unprincipled, and mean spirited things do occur in our interactions with other people that would allow us to take offense. &lt;b&gt;However, it ultimately is impossible for another person to offend you or to offend me. Indeed, believing that another person offended us is fundamentally false.&lt;/b&gt; To be offended is a choice we make; it is not a condition inflicted or imposed upon us by someone or something else."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: #f7f7f7; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px;"&gt;-David A. Bednar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-7000072993375856380?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-be-offended-is-choice-we-make.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-7138824944582040827</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 19:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-06T11:34:53.418-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I Like This</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happy Friday</category><title>Are You Wearing Your Friday Socks?</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/4503668347090081_EUcEdx6n_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/4503668347090081_EUcEdx6n_c.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-7138824944582040827?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/are-you-wearing-your-friday-socks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-6139661902714178206</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-02T18:00:35.702-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I Like This</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Storybook Shelf</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">We Are Family</category><title>It's the New Year!</title><description>I have one official holiday-day left, since Isaac doesn't go back to school until Wednesday. We're celebrating by...playing too much Nintendo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh! And by blogging after taking a week off! Hi!&lt;br /&gt;
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So, this is not at all related to New Year's or any holiday whatsoever, but &lt;a href="http://www.tagxedo.com/" target="_blank"&gt;I found this cool site on Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(duh, where else?) where you can make all kinds of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tag_cloud" target="_blank"&gt;tag clouds&lt;/a&gt;. So...I made one for each of my blogs. Here's the one for Teach Me to Walk:&lt;br /&gt;
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I like the one for &lt;a href="http://the-storybook-shelf.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Storybook Shelf&lt;/a&gt; best, so be sure to check that one out. Unless it's not there, which means I haven't posted it yet. Cool your jets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-6139661902714178206?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEPc__OH8r4/TwJglWXg3hI/AAAAAAAABMw/SQB4HQTHIbs/s72-c/Teach+Me+cloud.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-1073784897345122592</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2011 15:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-25T07:30:00.686-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sunday Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>Isaiah 9:6</title><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Art by &lt;a href="http://www.altusfineart.com/home/afa/smartlist_97/for_unto_us_a_child_is_born.html" target="_blank"&gt;Simon Dewey&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given . . .and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And because I know you all want to be just like my dad, I've provided the lyrics below, so you can sing along. Happy Friday!&lt;br /&gt;
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You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;
You really are a heel.&lt;br /&gt;
You're as cuddly as a cactus, &lt;br /&gt;
You're as charming as an eel,&amp;nbsp;Mr. Grinch!&lt;br /&gt;
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel.&lt;br /&gt;
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You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;
Your heart's an empty hole.&lt;br /&gt;
Your brain is full of spiders.&lt;br /&gt;
You've got garlic in your soul, Mr Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;
I wouldn't touch you with a &lt;br /&gt;
Thirty-nine and a half foot pole.&lt;br /&gt;
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You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;
You have termites in your smile, &lt;br /&gt;
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, &lt;br /&gt;
Mr Grinch!&lt;br /&gt;
Given the choice between the two of you, &lt;br /&gt;
I'd take the seasick crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;
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You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;
You're a nasty wasty skunk.&lt;br /&gt;
Your heart is full of unwashed socks.&lt;br /&gt;
Your soul is full of gunk, &lt;br /&gt;
Mr Grinch!&lt;br /&gt;
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The three best words that best describe you, &lt;br /&gt;
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Stink! &lt;br /&gt;
Stank! &lt;br /&gt;
Stunk! &lt;br /&gt;
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You're a rotter Mr Grinch&lt;br /&gt;
You're the king of sinful sots&lt;br /&gt;
Your heart's a dead tomato squashed with moldy purple spots&lt;br /&gt;
Mr Grinch&lt;br /&gt;
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Your soul is an appalling dump heap &lt;br /&gt;
Overflowing with the most disgraceful&lt;br /&gt;
Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, &lt;br /&gt;
Mangled up in tangled up knots!&lt;br /&gt;
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You nauseate me, Mr Grinch&lt;br /&gt;
With a nauseous super "naus"!&lt;br /&gt;
You're a crooked jerky jockey and, &lt;br /&gt;
You drive a crooked horse&lt;br /&gt;
Mr Grinch! &lt;br /&gt;
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You're a three-decker sauerkraut-and-toadstool sandwich &lt;br /&gt;
With arsenic sauce!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-1463675263198087704?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-friday-before-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/35WgpMq6e3o/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-5988305412112844066</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 03:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-22T19:06:41.178-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Recipes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>My Favorite Christmas Cookies</title><description>Shortbread cookies with icing and crushed candy cane on top. They melt in your mouth. This is the third year in a row that I've made them--I think that qualifies as a tradition, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;
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It's not my recipe, though. Here's the link (scroll down to "Peppermint Shortbread"):&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://foodwithkidappeal.blogspot.com/2008/12/peppermint-shortbread-and-nutmeg-log.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peppermint Shortbread Cookies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Healthy? No, but they're better for you than the cookies at the grocery store. Mmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-5988305412112844066?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-favorite-christmas-cookies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-2821181636799430491</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 19:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-19T11:44:00.726-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I Like This</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>Kids and Christmas</title><description>Love this. Christmas according to kids:&lt;br /&gt;
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"It is easy to give to our own, those whom we love. Their gladness becomes our joy. We are not quite so ready to give to others, even if they are in need, for their happiness does not seem so necessary to our happiness. It appears yet more difficult to give to the Lord, for we are prone to believe that he must give and ask nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-974980257586458655?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/gee-do-they-still-make-wooden-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-4362080055518580098</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 00:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-13T16:53:55.178-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">We Are Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>Today I'm Happy About...</title><description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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...people who turn their Christmas lights on early (or maybe left them on all night?). Little Boy and I went on a walk around our neighborhood late this afternoon, and he loved seeing the lights that were already on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-4362080055518580098?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/today-im-happy-about.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-4995485426228407231</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 23:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-11T15:43:21.017-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sunday Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>A Difference Between Presents and Gifts</title><description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f7f7f7; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;"We all enjoy giving and receiving presents. But there is a difference between presents and gifts. The true gifts may be part of ourselves--giving of the riches of the heart and mind--and therefore more enduring and of far greater worth than presents bought at the store."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f7f7f7; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px;"&gt;-James E. Faust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-4995485426228407231?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/difference-between-presents-and-gifts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-8459686204398206687</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-09T23:00:06.922-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I Like This</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Silly Stuff</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happy Friday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>Happy (Late) Friday!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Friday's pretty much over, so...happy Saturday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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They don't make me particularly happy, at least not in and of themselves. But Little Boy received them as an early Christmas gift from his grandparents earlier this week, and he has worn them all day, everyday since. They make him very happy. And&lt;i&gt; that&lt;/i&gt; makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-5063270636266072931?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-little-boys-slippers-make-me-happy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-7206729192386876277</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 03:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-06T19:33:22.354-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sunday Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>A Glorious Time of the Year</title><description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f7f7f7; font-family: Arial;"&gt;"This is a glorious time of the year, simple in origin, deep in meaning, beautiful in tradition and custom, rich in memories, and charitable in spirit. It has an attraction to which our hearts are readily drawn. This joyful season brings to each of us a measure of happiness that corresponds to the degree in which we have turned our mind, feelings, and actions to the spirit of Christmas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f7f7f7; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px;"&gt;-Thomas S. Monson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208382376490475668-7206729192386876277?l=teachmetowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://teachmetowalk.blogspot.com/2011/12/glorious-time-of-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrea)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208382376490475668.post-8356068512555164678</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2011 01:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-02T17:52:55.792-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I Like This</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happy Friday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>Dance Like It's Friday!</title><description>I saw this video today of a guy, wearing an ugly Christmas sweater, dancing through the mall...with his iPod. And you know what? It made me smile. Happy Friday!&lt;br /&gt;
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