<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498591352911416448</id><updated>2024-11-05T18:46:09.156-08:00</updated><category term="Fun with the Mama"/><category term="Rad Moves :P"/><category term="The Daddy"/><title type='text'>Baby Bad Ass : being naughty is serious business</title><subtitle type='html'>Everyday brings new opportunities to reek havoc, break stuff, get dirty, laugh like a lunatic and fix it all with a hug &amp;amp; smile :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cyndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12287791258632027627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498591352911416448.post-2170044466335168867</id><published>2011-08-18T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T08:30:49.656-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fun with the Mama"/><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Watch out world..... I&#39;m two!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;BLAH HA HA HA HA !&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s been&amp;nbsp;a fun journey...... but I&#39;m ready to take it the next level...... stay tuned... I might let the Mama write later&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/2170044466335168867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2011/08/2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/2170044466335168867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/2170044466335168867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2011/08/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>Cyndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12287791258632027627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498591352911416448.post-4897465697537541617</id><published>2011-05-08T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T07:34:10.107-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fun with the Mama"/><title type='text'>The Mama&#39;s Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The Mama&#39;s day is the most important of all the holidays.&amp;nbsp; It even rates higher than&amp;nbsp;our birthdays.&amp;nbsp; This is the day that mothers everywhere&amp;nbsp;celebrate the joyous occasion of&amp;nbsp; giving birth and becoming Mamas.&amp;nbsp; The Mama&#39;s work very hard for us and are tirelessly devoted.&amp;nbsp; They certainly deserve a full day of rest and relaxation (but that&#39;s not happening because that would interfere with my schedule) so&amp;nbsp;in honor of this most very special day,&amp;nbsp; I intend to reward my Mama for all her hard work by smothering her with giggles and kisses every chance I get.&amp;nbsp; She&#39;s very special so I need to dominate ALL her time reminding her of how lucky she is to be MY Mama :)&amp;nbsp; And just in case The Daddy has any ideas about dumping me with the crazy old people and taking her out.... I&#39;m going to start coughing now :)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/4897465697537541617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2011/05/mamas-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/4897465697537541617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/4897465697537541617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2011/05/mamas-day.html' title='The Mama&#39;s Day'/><author><name>Cyndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12287791258632027627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498591352911416448.post-493106592839199333</id><published>2011-02-21T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T08:20:27.870-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fun with the Mama"/><title type='text'>CIRCLES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The Pop Pop is an interesting creature.&amp;nbsp; He shows up unexpectedly bearing gifts that make the Mama nervous.&amp;nbsp; Last night he showed up at our house with bags and bags of colorful sparkling circles called bracelets.&amp;nbsp; He dumped them all out on the floor and we picked them all up again and put them in different containers.&amp;nbsp; I found a really neat super cool string on the ground that I wanted for myself, but it was covered with annoying little shells and beads.&amp;nbsp; So I took it over in the corner, ripped it with my teeth, dumped all the beads,&amp;nbsp;than took my new string to show the Mama.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She was not happy, she was yelling because all the beads and shells had disappeared and everyone kept looking in my mouth (I watch Cops, you&#39;d have to be an idiot to hide things in&amp;nbsp;there).&amp;nbsp; I convinced the Mama I was perfectly fine, and insisted that everyone should enjoy my new string as much as I did, and all the worry was soon forgotten. And the Mama was very happy later when she changed my footy jammas and got all the beads back :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/493106592839199333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2011/02/circles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/493106592839199333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/493106592839199333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2011/02/circles.html' title='CIRCLES!'/><author><name>Cyndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12287791258632027627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498591352911416448.post-8361033119244462243</id><published>2011-02-08T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T14:19:19.207-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rad Moves :P"/><title type='text'>The Traveling Throw Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The Mama recently started doing this weird thing where she just walks away and goes about her business when I throw down ( see &quot;The Tantrum&quot;) about whatever happens to be bothering me at the moment.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I&#39;m just mad because she put me down, sometimes she&#39;s not quick enough with my snacky cup.&amp;nbsp; Often the big kid or the Daddy are running interference and preventing me from achieving total Mama domination.&amp;nbsp; But I&#39;ve devised a way to combat the ignoring of my need to be on her hip.&amp;nbsp; When the Mama walks away I simply pick up my tantrum and move it to wherever she happens to be.&amp;nbsp; This way I know that as long as I remain in her line of sight she cannot possibly ignore my angst. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I have to&amp;nbsp;relocate three or four times before she gives up and picks me back up, but&amp;nbsp;the reward is&amp;nbsp;well worth the theatrics involved.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/8361033119244462243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2011/02/traveling-throw-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/8361033119244462243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/8361033119244462243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2011/02/traveling-throw-down.html' title='The Traveling Throw Down'/><author><name>Cyndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12287791258632027627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498591352911416448.post-140359215211981524</id><published>2010-10-30T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T14:09:17.002-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fun with the Mama"/><title type='text'>Ants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When the Daddy is home he&amp;nbsp;carries a beer with him&amp;nbsp;everywhere he goes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One afternoon I happened upon an unsupervised open can of beer on the end table.&amp;nbsp; I realized very quickly that an opportunity such as this one may not present itself again for a very long time, so I took full advantage of it.&amp;nbsp; I picked up the can of beer and&amp;nbsp;lifted it towards my mouth, but just as I was about to take a sip, the floor started to shake....&amp;nbsp;was it earthquake? a rouge elephant?&amp;nbsp;noooooooo.&amp;nbsp; It was something much worse, a panicking Mama yelling NO was approaching.&amp;nbsp; Not being sure how to handle this situation, I decided that the only rational thing to do&amp;nbsp;was to throw can of beer and run.&amp;nbsp; Beer went everywhere! and the Mama immediately retreated to get her towels and spray cleaner, mumbling something about not wanting ants in the house.&amp;nbsp; Personally I&#39;m not sure why someone wouldn&#39;t want ants in their house, their lots of fun, and if you get bored watching them you can eat them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/140359215211981524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2010/10/ants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/140359215211981524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/140359215211981524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2010/10/ants.html' title='Ants'/><author><name>Cyndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12287791258632027627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498591352911416448.post-7170789497837728753</id><published>2010-10-18T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T11:21:59.519-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rad Moves :P"/><title type='text'>The Shake Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The Shake Down is not recommended for the novice Baby Bad Ass.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s a multi tiered tactic of the highest complexity.&amp;nbsp; Precise timing and stealth judgement is necessary to be successful, and should you fail, you may never get a second chance at it.&amp;nbsp;(seriously you need like mad skills to pull this off)&amp;nbsp; Your goal, to obtain all the Mama&#39;s most cherished items in one&amp;nbsp;chaotic foul&amp;nbsp;swoop.&amp;nbsp; This Rad move can be used in combination with The Starfish and Floppy Baby if needed.&amp;nbsp; First you need to have all your ducks in a row, the Mama has to be tired, she needs to&amp;nbsp;have all her valuables on her person (you, the car keys, cell phone, wallet, the necklace that drives you nuts), and there needs to be an offensive receptacle present for her to try to put you down in, it&#39;s also helpful if she has to go to the bathroom really bad. This maneuver is most effective when just getting home after a long day out and about. First, wait till the Mama is fumbling to coordinate her valuables when entering the house then start fidgeting with her necklace, then as she&#39;s approaching the closest offensive receptacle to unload you into throw a grand tantrum that incorporates a combination of all your rad moves!&amp;nbsp;she&#39;ll be so focused&amp;nbsp;on not dropping you she&#39;ll never know what hit her!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If&amp;nbsp;properly carried out you&amp;nbsp;can have the complete contents of her wallet all over the floor and the&amp;nbsp;sunglasses under the sofa (for you to retrieve later), and set off the car alarm&amp;nbsp;in a matter of seconds&amp;nbsp;:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/7170789497837728753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2010/10/shake-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/7170789497837728753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/7170789497837728753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2010/10/shake-down.html' title='The Shake Down'/><author><name>Cyndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12287791258632027627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498591352911416448.post-5747970349186464001</id><published>2010-10-08T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T09:36:44.116-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rad Moves :P"/><title type='text'>The Tantrum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The tantrum, or as I like to call it the &quot;Throw down&quot;, is by far one on the most versatile of all the rad moves.&amp;nbsp; When used appropriately, it&#39;s guaranteed to cause complete chaos wherever you should happen to be.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s most effective in public situations when the Mommy or Daddy is trying to do something that doesn&#39;t appeal to you.&amp;nbsp; The Tantrum is easy to perform, a horizontal or vertical Baby Starfish combined with loud shrill screaming is really all that&#39;s needed to get the desired effect, but I recommend embellishing as you see fit with your own personal touches.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Situations when the tantrum may be useful include (but are certainly not limited to ) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;the line at the post office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;elevators (captive audience)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;when the Mama won&#39;t let you nurse in the middle of the grocery store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;when the Mama or Daddy is on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;when your mad because your the only one awake at 3:45 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;when there&#39;s a show that sucks on the TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;when your snack cups empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;when your head won&#39;t fit wherever you wanted to put it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Appropriate situations are endlessly abundant, so use your imagination and let it rip!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/5747970349186464001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2010/10/tantrum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/5747970349186464001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/5747970349186464001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2010/10/tantrum.html' title='The Tantrum'/><author><name>Cyndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12287791258632027627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498591352911416448.post-352248701713769316</id><published>2010-10-01T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T09:09:22.834-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Daddy"/><title type='text'>Sick Days: He who holds the remote control rules the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;When the Daddy is home sick it&#39;s the perfect time to get acquainted with this elusive creature and assert yourself as the dominant force in the house hold.&amp;nbsp; Competition for the Mamas attention can become fierce when the Daddy isn&#39;t feeling well, so it&#39;s important to cling as tightly as possible to her&amp;nbsp;but still give yourself enough wiggle room to&amp;nbsp;interact with the Daddy as much&amp;nbsp;as possible.&amp;nbsp; Accomplishing this feat is a delicate balancing act, but can be done with proper planning. &amp;nbsp;Start by making sure the Daddy is comfortable, you can usually tell when the Daddy is comfortable because&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;holds very still and makes a growling noise called snoring. Next,&amp;nbsp;look around for the remote controls, the Daddy is normally very protective of these&amp;nbsp;important devices, but will let his guard down when heavily sedated.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The most valuable of all&amp;nbsp;the remote controls&amp;nbsp;are the ones for the&amp;nbsp;TV, and&amp;nbsp;the DVD player,&amp;nbsp; Wii remotes are a bonus.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t get side tracked with one of those Sleepnumber bed remotes, I wasted a whole morning once trying to change the channel with one of those while the Daddy was sleeping (he wasn&#39;t happy when he woke up). Once you obtain all these powerful devices you&#39;ll be well on your way to achieving your goal.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/352248701713769316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2010/10/sick-days-he-who-holds-remote-control.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/352248701713769316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/352248701713769316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2010/10/sick-days-he-who-holds-remote-control.html' title='Sick Days: He who holds the remote control rules the world.'/><author><name>Cyndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12287791258632027627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498591352911416448.post-7125737933304587204</id><published>2010-09-22T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T14:05:57.749-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rad Moves :P"/><title type='text'>Baby Star Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The Baby Star fish has a difficulty rating of 3 because it involves a&amp;nbsp;high amount&amp;nbsp;of physical strength to pull off and a lot of determination and stamina to follow through with.&amp;nbsp; But mastery of this devilish maneuver is essential if you want to avoid getting stuck in places you don&#39;t wanna be.&amp;nbsp; Circumstances where use of this move may be suitable include but are certainly not limited to are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;the European Tummy Tub, if your not fimiliar with this device, your lucky. (the Mama loves it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;the car seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;the stroller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;the baby sling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;the grocery cart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;the scale at the pediatricians office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;laps of old people that smell funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The concept of this rad move is relatively simple, spring into a starfish shape (like an umbrella opening) when the Mama trys to unload you into one of the above mentioned places. The key to achieving the perfect Baby Starfish is to remain as ridged as possible for as long as needed to avoid being placed in the offensive receptacle.&amp;nbsp; If done properly, the Mama will give up and and put you back on her hip (this is the goal :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Be sure to reward the Mama with big hugs so she&amp;nbsp;thinks she made the right choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;WARNING:&amp;nbsp; Adults will attempt to bait you into submission with toys and other such goodies, ignore them! keep your eye on the prize, and ride high!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/7125737933304587204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-star-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/7125737933304587204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/7125737933304587204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-star-fish.html' title='Baby Star Fish'/><author><name>Cyndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12287791258632027627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498591352911416448.post-432874889369190429</id><published>2010-09-22T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T13:24:28.317-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Daddy"/><title type='text'>Poking the Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The big kid and I get told on a regular basis not to poke the bear, but because no one ever bothered to tell me specifically where the bear was or how to go about avoiding said bear, I just went about my business randomly poking pretty much anything within reach, hoping that if I should happen to encounter &quot;the Bear&quot; he&#39;d be so impressed by my charm and superior wit that he wouldn&#39;t gobble me up in my tracks.&amp;nbsp; Well,&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve met &quot;the Bear&quot; turns out him and The Daddy are the same creature (who woulda thought)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;oh, and&amp;nbsp;I wouldn&#39;t recommend hitting bears in the crotch with large plastic trucks while they&#39;re watching TV :)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/432874889369190429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2010/09/poking-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/432874889369190429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/432874889369190429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2010/09/poking-bear.html' title='Poking the Bear'/><author><name>Cyndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12287791258632027627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498591352911416448.post-9179839132712614430</id><published>2010-09-22T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T13:24:57.268-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rad Moves :P"/><title type='text'>Floppy Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The Floppy Baby is a technique I&#39;ve&amp;nbsp;developed to keep adults from being able to pick me up when I don&#39;t want to be moved.&amp;nbsp; Generally I reserve use of this technique to thwart the Daddy&#39;s attempts to remove me from my cozy spot next to Mama in the big bed, but it&#39;s also useful at the pediatricians office.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m sure when you get it down, you&#39;ll find many of your own favorite situations to incorporate it into. It&#39;s very simple to master the Floppy Baby, so I give it a difficulty level of 1. First make sure the Daddy is very tired and really wants you out of the bed, then when he trys to pick you up, make your body completely limp and floppy like a rag doll, when he has to put you down, quickly scramble back to the cozy spot next to the Mama.&amp;nbsp; Be sure to giggle happily at your victory, and maybe even throw in a breathy &quot;mamamama&quot;&amp;nbsp;, as the Mama is your strongest&amp;nbsp;ally in The War of The Big Bed :)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/9179839132712614430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2010/09/floppy-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/9179839132712614430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/9179839132712614430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2010/09/floppy-baby.html' title='Floppy Baby'/><author><name>Cyndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12287791258632027627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498591352911416448.post-8489046679443160269</id><published>2010-09-21T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T13:24:09.339-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fun with the Mama"/><title type='text'>Fun with The Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The Mama is always very busy, but she&#39;s also very easy to distract.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And because she&#39;s such a germaphobe, I like to wait till she&#39;s up to her elbows in something she&#39;d never wanna get on me to&amp;nbsp;reek havoc.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not exactly sure what her problem with germs is, she&#39;s constantly wiping me off and cleaning things.&amp;nbsp; I personally like germs just fine, I got a few of them on me last week when I put her flip flops in the toilet, and I immediately put my new germs right in my mouth for safe keeping :)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/8489046679443160269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2010/09/fun-with-mamma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/8489046679443160269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/8489046679443160269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2010/09/fun-with-mamma.html' title='Fun with The Mama'/><author><name>Cyndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12287791258632027627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498591352911416448.post-2562033485094051396</id><published>2010-09-21T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T13:25:19.808-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Daddy"/><title type='text'>The Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Daddy is an elusive creature, very seldom seen in the light of day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He can most often be found in areas of the house that allow for lounging comfortably, like the bedroom or living room.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Occasionally there may be a Daddy spotting outside the house in the garage or on the lawn tractor.&amp;nbsp; He is also a frequent visitor at the dinner table.&amp;nbsp; Until just recently I thought the sleeping Daddy and the yard Daddy were two completely different people.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But after extensive study of this creatures behavioral patterns, I have a much better understanding of&amp;nbsp;how he operates.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He should be a whole lot easier to set traps for now:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/2562033485094051396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2010/09/daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/2562033485094051396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498591352911416448/posts/default/2562033485094051396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybadass.blogspot.com/2010/09/daddy.html' title='The Daddy'/><author><name>Cyndi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12287791258632027627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>