<?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-7647362796418851094</id><updated>2024-11-08T07:37:48.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michela&#39;s Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>Funny  conversations. Funny little girl.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-285933043460440848</id><published>2012-04-29T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-29T23:54:41.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a sister.</title><content type='html'>After waking her up to go potty at 1 in the morning....&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Daddy, I want a sister.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- (totally thrown off) You do? Why?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Because, I love Leighton(our Niece)&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Why does that mean you need a sister?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Because Leighton doesn&#39;t live with us. I need a sister who lives with us.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- What happens if Mommy and Daddy have a baby and it is a boy?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- I will love him too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Special doesn&#39;t even begin to describe her greatness.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/285933043460440848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2012/04/who-are-my-best-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/285933043460440848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/285933043460440848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2012/04/who-are-my-best-friends.html' title='I need a sister.'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-4678639406586931190</id><published>2012-04-24T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-24T14:51:57.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don&#39;t know!</title><content type='html'>After being woken up by Michela at 7:05 in the morning I said...&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Daddy, Wake up!&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Huh? What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- I don&#39;t know! I don&#39;t read time!&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Oh, Fair enough.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4678639406586931190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2012/04/i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/4678639406586931190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/4678639406586931190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2012/04/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&#39;t know!'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-786727795717419840</id><published>2012-03-11T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-11T18:51:00.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta dance!</title><content type='html'>Michela- Daddy, I think I need to dance.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Go ahead, dance.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- No, I mean I need to take dance lessons.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- You will soon, baby. Right now you are learning piano.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- BUT DAD! I want to dance! I don&#39;t even play piano!&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Yes you do. You go every Friday.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- I know, but I don&#39;t really &lt;i&gt;play &lt;/i&gt;piano. I play the colors and the scales. But I can&#39;t play Sir Duke. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Maybe I will when I grow up, but I can&#39;t yet. I can dance to Sir Duke though!&lt;br /&gt;
Me- That&#39;s true. As long as you work hard, you&#39;ll get it. (trying to sound encouraging and profound to a 3 year old)&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- (after a huge sigh)(under her breath) Ugh, I just wanna dance.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/786727795717419840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-gotta-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/786727795717419840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/786727795717419840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-gotta-dance.html' title='I gotta dance!'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-2046091874259507886</id><published>2012-02-25T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T17:27:43.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need My Own Husband</title><content type='html'>Me- Michela! I love you! (from the living room)&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- I know. I love you too! (from her bedroom, where she was playing with her dinosaurs)&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Good! I love you a ton!&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- I know. I don&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- What? You don&#39;t love me a lot?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- No. I can&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Why? ( at this point, I&#39;m alarmed and slightly hurt)&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Because I&#39;m your daughter. I can&#39;t love you as much as Mommy. Mommy loves you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- You can still love me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- No, I can&#39;t! I need my own husband!&lt;br /&gt;
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Go to my FB page to see the video that caused all of this!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2046091874259507886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-need-my-own-husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/2046091874259507886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/2046091874259507886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-need-my-own-husband.html' title='I Need My Own Husband'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-1943952151469220212</id><published>2012-01-29T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T17:12:14.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No I didn&#39;t! Yes you did!</title><content type='html'>Me- Holy Crap!&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Dad! Don&#39;t say that word! It&#39;s a bad word!&lt;br /&gt;
Me- What is?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Crap.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Who told you that? Was it Amanda?&lt;br /&gt;
Amanda- No it was not!&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Yes it was! You told me when I went to visit your office.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- HA!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1943952151469220212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-i-didnt-yes-you-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/1943952151469220212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/1943952151469220212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-i-didnt-yes-you-did.html' title='No I didn&#39;t! Yes you did!'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-2413653273802604517</id><published>2012-01-16T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:26:52.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Hurts Her!</title><content type='html'>Michela- (outside of HEB) Dad, why do people throw their trash on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;
Me- I&#39;m not sure baby, but it isn&#39; a very nice thing to do, is it?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- No. They need to stop. We have to tell them, Dad!&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Well, tell them.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Lady!&lt;br /&gt;
Lady- Hello!&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- You have to stop throwing your trash on the ground!&lt;br /&gt;
Lady- Oh! I&#39;m so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- C&#39;mon, &amp;nbsp;the trash can is right over there! You have to throw it in the trash can!&lt;br /&gt;
Lady- Oh geez, I&#39;m sorry!&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- You&#39;re hurting mother earth(Fantasia 2000 reference)!&lt;br /&gt;
Lady- You&#39;re so cute...&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- So is Mother Earth. Stop hurting her.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2413653273802604517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-hurts-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/2413653273802604517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/2413653273802604517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-hurts-her.html' title='It Hurts Her!'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-5656201827306816478</id><published>2011-12-26T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T20:47:32.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like the Wildebeest.</title><content type='html'>While putting her to bed, she dropped this gem on me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Daddy, you have to listen to my mommy.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- What?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- If she wants to go to dinner, you have to take her. You know why?&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Why?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Because she is the boss.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Is she now?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Yes. It doesn&#39;t matter if you try to be the boss, you can&#39;t be. She always wins. Just like the Wildebeest.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- She is the boss and you can try to fight her to be the boss just like the wildebeests do, but you will lose. So will I. She is the boss. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Ok.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Good night!&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Danielle...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5656201827306816478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-like-wildebeest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/5656201827306816478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/5656201827306816478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-like-wildebeest.html' title='Just like the Wildebeest.'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-2135922744684704256</id><published>2011-11-20T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T23:45:57.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That doesn&#39;t make any sense.</title><content type='html'>Me- It&#39;s time for bed, little girlie.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Ok, but you have to give me some milk.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- We don&#39;t drink Milk at bedtime, Michela. Mommy and Daddy don&#39;t want you to go potty at night.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- I won&#39;t go potty in my bed. I will wake up and tell you. Now can I have some milk, please?&lt;br /&gt;
Me- No, You can&#39;t. No milk at bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- That doesn&#39;t make any sense, Daddy. It makes me happy to drink it, and I don&#39;t want to make the cows that make the milk sad, right?&lt;br /&gt;
Me- No, we don&#39;t want that.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Well, then you have to give me milk, otherwise I will cry and that will make the cows sad. See daddy, you HAVE to give me milk.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- I&#39;m not giving you milk tonight. I love you, but you need to go to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Ok, but you&#39;re making the cows sad, and that doesn&#39;t make any sense at all. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;
Me-( did I just lose an argument to a 3 year old?)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2135922744684704256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/11/that-doesnt-make-any-sense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/2135922744684704256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/2135922744684704256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/11/that-doesnt-make-any-sense.html' title='That doesn&#39;t make any sense.'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-869029546082456240</id><published>2011-10-30T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:19:33.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can&#39;t!</title><content type='html'>Me- I love you, little girl!&lt;div&gt;Michela- I love you Daddy, but I can&#39;t trust you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- ( at a loss for words) Wha...You can&#39;t trust me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michela- No. I just can&#39;t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me-(heart broken) Why not? I&#39;m your dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michela- You are my father! I can&#39;t trust you because you get in trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- I do? When?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michela- Um...I don&#39;t know, Father. But I love you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/869029546082456240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/869029546082456240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/869029546082456240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-cant.html' title='I can&#39;t!'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-7673820030482972373</id><published>2011-10-16T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T17:44:36.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With Amanda</title><content type='html'>(SHE&quot;S JUST BARELY 3!)&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Amanda, can I cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;
Amanda- No! I like my hair long.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Don&#39;t be so dramatic. I&#39;ll be gentle.&lt;br /&gt;
Amanda- You can&#39;t cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- But I&#39;ll be gentle!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7673820030482972373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/10/with-amanda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/7673820030482972373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/7673820030482972373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/10/with-amanda.html' title='With Amanda'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-3101514005378962348</id><published>2011-10-16T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T17:37:47.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy, Why do boys...</title><content type='html'>Michela- Daddy, why do you go potty standing up?&lt;br /&gt;
Me- (thinking this conversation is too early) Umm...Ask Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Why? You don&#39;t know?&lt;br /&gt;
Me- All boys go potty standing up.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Ok. ( walks away and then back in the bathroom) boys are not smart. If you go potty standing up, you could get pee on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Does that mean Daddy isn&#39;t smart?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- If you go potty standing up, you are not smart.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3101514005378962348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/10/daddy-why-do-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/3101514005378962348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/3101514005378962348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/10/daddy-why-do-boys.html' title='Daddy, Why do boys...'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-8586931648544239133</id><published>2011-10-10T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T17:08:35.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Special!</title><content type='html'>Me- Do you want to listen to Billy Joel?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Do you like this song? It&#39;s called Piano Man.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- I don&#39;t. I don&#39;t like that instrument.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- You don&#39;t? It&#39;s called a harmonica.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Can we listen to Honesty?&lt;br /&gt;
Me- I&#39;m impressed by your knowledge of Billy Joel&#39;s catalogue( with my worst english accent)&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Thanks. I&#39;m special.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8586931648544239133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/8586931648544239133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/8586931648544239133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-special.html' title='I am Special!'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-403993633989900701</id><published>2011-09-19T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T12:15:16.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn&#39;t You Mean...</title><content type='html'>Me- Come on Michela, It&#39;s time to clean your room.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- I can&#39;t hear you!&lt;br /&gt;
Me- It&#39;s time to clean your room.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Didn&#39;t you mean to say it&#39;s time to go outside and play?&lt;br /&gt;
Me- I don&#39;t think I did.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela-I think you did.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- I think I meant that it&#39;s time to clean your room.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Didn&#39;t you mean to say that it&#39;s time to go to the park?&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Go clean your room.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Ok Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- That was easy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/403993633989900701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/09/didnt-you-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/403993633989900701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/403993633989900701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/09/didnt-you-mean.html' title='Didn&#39;t You Mean...'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-6226551377234444003</id><published>2011-09-12T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:30:17.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m not your Mommy!</title><content type='html'>While at the barber...&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?&lt;br /&gt;
Hair Dresser- I&#39;m cutting your daddy&#39;s hair, Mamas.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Hey, I&#39;m not your mommy. I&#39;m a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;
Hair Dresser- Oh! I know. Sorry baby!&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- I&#39;m not a baby, I&#39;m a little girl!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As we are leaving the Barber Shop...&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Bye Bye!&lt;br /&gt;
Hair Dresser- Good bye sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- No! I&#39;m &amp;nbsp;your Mommy. You have to call me Mommy.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6226551377234444003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-not-your-mommy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/6226551377234444003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/6226551377234444003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-not-your-mommy.html' title='I&#39;m not your Mommy!'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-7129111354045352127</id><published>2011-09-12T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:25:29.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My daddy used to be my mommy!</title><content type='html'>While walking through HEB with Clint...&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- My daddy used to be my mommy!&lt;br /&gt;
Clint- WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;
Me- No, No, No. Don&#39;t say that.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- I can say that!&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- My daddy is a girl!&lt;br /&gt;
Me- (looking around at all of the stares)...Ugh..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7129111354045352127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-daddy-used-to-be-my-mommy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/7129111354045352127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/7129111354045352127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-daddy-used-to-be-my-mommy.html' title='My daddy used to be my mommy!'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-4111747652580988322</id><published>2011-08-27T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T07:25:53.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There&#39;s a birdie in there!</title><content type='html'>Danielle- Michela, Come here and have a bite.&lt;br /&gt;
Mickey- What did you make?&lt;br /&gt;
Danielle- I made a hard boiled egg.&lt;br /&gt;
Mickey- (after staring at it for a few seconds) I can&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
Danielle- Why not? It&#39;s good.&lt;br /&gt;
Mickey- Because there&#39;s a birdie in there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4111747652580988322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/08/theres-birdie-in-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/4111747652580988322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/4111747652580988322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/08/theres-birdie-in-there.html' title='There&#39;s a birdie in there!'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-994606229763386241</id><published>2011-08-25T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T07:12:10.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU LIE!</title><content type='html'>As we are leaving our apartment at 5 in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Look how pretty the stars are, Michela.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Timon says that they are big fireflies!&lt;br /&gt;
Me- No, they aren&#39;t. What are they?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- They are very big balls of gas, right?&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Good Job!&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Did Timon lie?&lt;br /&gt;
Me- It&#39;s just a movie, Michela. He was Simba a story, that&#39;s all.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- It&#39;s not just a movie! You lie!&lt;br /&gt;
Me- (it&#39;s 5 a.m....)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/994606229763386241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/994606229763386241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/994606229763386241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-lie.html' title='YOU LIE!'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-3664060174094143197</id><published>2011-08-24T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T08:08:37.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toms</title><content type='html'>Me- Michela, can you go get your Toms please? It&#39;s time to go.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- No, Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Please? We need to leave.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- No! I&#39;m not a boy! I wear Sandals, not Toms!&lt;br /&gt;
Me- They &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;for girls. Mommy has some!&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- Then why to they call them Toms?&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Fair point.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3664060174094143197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/08/toms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/3664060174094143197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/3664060174094143197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/08/toms.html' title='Toms'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-945984230311274282</id><published>2011-08-16T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T18:07:04.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Five!</title><content type='html'>After being slapped in the face...&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Why Did you slap me in the face?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- I didn&#39;t!&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Now you&#39;re lying. Of course You slapped me.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- I am not lying. I didn&#39;t slap you.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Michela!&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- I didn&#39;t! I gave your face a high five.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- ...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/945984230311274282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/08/high-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/945984230311274282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/945984230311274282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/08/high-five.html' title='High Five!'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-6297392688107152417</id><published>2011-08-04T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T09:42:01.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waitress</title><content type='html'>Me- Michela, where are you clothes?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- I took them off &#39;cause they are wet.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- Why are they wet?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela-I peed on the floor and they got wet.&lt;br /&gt;
Me-WHAT? Why did you pee on the flop?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- I said &#39;I need to go potty!&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Me- I was outside walking ella!&lt;br /&gt;
Me- You cannot pee on the floor. You&#39;re a human, not a dog.&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- I&#39;m not a human and I&#39;m not a waitress.&lt;br /&gt;
Me-What?&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- I AM NOT A WAITRESS.&lt;br /&gt;
Me- No...No you&#39;re not...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6297392688107152417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/08/waitress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/6297392688107152417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/6297392688107152417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/08/waitress.html' title='Waitress'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-3831773673232726392</id><published>2011-07-31T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:20:11.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal Mart.</title><content type='html'>If you know me, You know why this is funny. If you don&#39;t, I HATE WAL MART.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- &quot;Daddy, Wal Mart is your favorite store ever, Right?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Me- &quot;What?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- &quot;Isn&#39;t it your favorite place ever?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Me- &quot;Who told you that?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- &quot;Amanda did.&quot; (amanda is my sister-in-law.)&lt;br /&gt;
Me- &quot;She was kidding, I&#39;m sure.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- &quot;Nope. You love it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Me- &quot;ughh...&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3831773673232726392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/07/wal-mart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/3831773673232726392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/3831773673232726392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/07/wal-mart.html' title='Wal Mart.'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-63265642018447127</id><published>2011-07-28T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T23:37:50.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIRY!</title><content type='html'>Me- &quot;Michela, Do you want to say goodnight to Uncle Carlos?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- &quot;No.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Me- &quot;Why not? He loves you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- &quot;Cause he&#39;s hairy. He&#39;s too hairy, Daddy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Me- &quot;What??&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- &quot;When we went swimming, he was too hairy!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/63265642018447127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/07/hairy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/63265642018447127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/63265642018447127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/07/hairy.html' title='HAIRY!'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-4353116059537310899</id><published>2011-07-20T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T15:14:51.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jungle Movie</title><content type='html'>Me- &quot;Michela, Did you tell Mommy that we watched The Jungle Book this morning?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- &quot;Nope.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Danielle- &quot;Did you watch The Jungle Book with your daddy today?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- &quot;No. We watched The Jungle Movie. We read The Jungle Book.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4353116059537310899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/07/jungle-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/4353116059537310899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/4353116059537310899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/07/jungle-movie.html' title='The Jungle Movie'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-3944558850015139865</id><published>2011-07-17T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T07:45:55.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I see Monsters...</title><content type='html'>Me- &quot;Michela, What happens to the sun when the moon wakes up?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- &quot;It goes to sleep. And me too!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Me- &quot;Good job. What happens to the moon when the sun wakes up?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Michela- &quot;It goes to sleep and then I wake up and see the monsters in my room!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3944558850015139865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-see-monsters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/3944558850015139865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/3944558850015139865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-see-monsters.html' title='I see Monsters...'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7647362796418851094.post-4259568503604049980</id><published>2011-07-16T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T17:13:21.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing to me?</title><content type='html'>After coming home from a great day at work..&lt;div&gt;Michela- &quot;Daddy, did you have a good day?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- &quot; I did. Thank you, baby girl.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michela- &quot;Daddy, can I have a favor?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- &quot;of course&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michela- Can you sing to me?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- &quot;of course, Michela(as my heart melts with love!)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4259568503604049980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/07/sing-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/4259568503604049980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7647362796418851094/posts/default/4259568503604049980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelasmusings.blogspot.com/2011/07/sing-to-me.html' title='Sing to me?'/><author><name>Michela&#39;s Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02852151872365190370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3wy07yhb6-g4aI1ASA8TQlLaRa6wolp-O1-tKLEj5d8y9Qfu2qcgwgGgNP-HGJefOfAP911fQ6FbWJ81rrJHKKnmY5xWjVsc58N2Jz0RzKiQSkk9DZxRaKn9ULwpDmM/s220/photo-32.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>