<?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: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-4494990247859408127</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:07:40.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of The Mouths of Babes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-3260592701478893996</id><published>2011-09-18T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T18:55:50.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jacob, I love you so much..."</title><content type='html'>Just moments ago I was helping the kids clean up the living room while Micah was practicing his piano and Peyton was dancing so cute with her other brothers and out of the blue she says,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; "Jacob, I love you so much, I'll always be good to you.  I'll never do bad things to you, I'll only do bad things to Micah and Ben."&lt;/span&gt;  Oh, it was so cute up until that last little part!  She really does love all her brothers but for some reason she absolutely adores Jacob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-3260592701478893996?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3260592701478893996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=3260592701478893996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/3260592701478893996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/3260592701478893996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/jacob-i-love-you-so-much.html' title='&quot;Jacob, I love you so much...&quot;'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-7908861842566257892</id><published>2011-08-30T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T15:54:34.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavenly Father took her bad hair voice!</title><content type='html'>Peyton asked me if I saw her hair (usually sounds like hay when she says it) sticking to her cheek, she immediately caught herself saying hair the correct way and said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Hey!  I say hair good now!  I think someone took my bad hair voice!"&lt;/span&gt;  She was pointing up to Heavenly Father while she was saying this last part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-7908861842566257892?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7908861842566257892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=7908861842566257892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7908861842566257892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7908861842566257892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/heavenly-father-took-her-bad-hair-voice.html' title='Heavenly Father took her bad hair voice!'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-95708471407196493</id><published>2011-08-25T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T15:44:22.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The way they think...</title><content type='html'>While in Monterey Ben said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"It would be cool if our house lived over here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-95708471407196493?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/95708471407196493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=95708471407196493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/95708471407196493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/95708471407196493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/way-they-think.html' title='The way they think...'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-1876855847346366081</id><published>2011-08-12T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T15:46:21.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben or the phone call, hmmm.</title><content type='html'>While I was on the phone Ben Ben came in and wanted my attention.  I held up 1 finger to tell him to wait just a minute.  He came back in moments later and said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I'm more important than that phone call."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-1876855847346366081?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1876855847346366081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=1876855847346366081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1876855847346366081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1876855847346366081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/ben-or-phone-call-hmmm.html' title='Ben or the phone call, hmmm.'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-1786254162060639781</id><published>2011-07-23T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T15:48:25.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not a kid</title><content type='html'>Watching the show, "Here's Lucy"  Peyton said,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; "This isn't a kids show Ben, you're a kid, I'm not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-1786254162060639781?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1786254162060639781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=1786254162060639781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1786254162060639781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1786254162060639781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-kid.html' title='not a kid'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-443867951105515365</id><published>2011-05-20T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T15:49:58.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like I married my daughter</title><content type='html'>Peyton gave me a long kiss with her arms wrapped tightly around my neck.  After the kiss she giggled and said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"It's like we're married!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-443867951105515365?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/443867951105515365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=443867951105515365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/443867951105515365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/443867951105515365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/like-i-married-my-daughter.html' title='like I married my daughter'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-7213764986604797807</id><published>2011-05-11T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:23:33.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll trade you.</title><content type='html'>I was getting Peyton ready and commented on what a cute bum she has.  I said something about wishing I had a tiny bum like hers, she giggled and said that she wanted a big bum like mine.  She laughed and said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"That's funny huh mom, we want each ethers bums!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-7213764986604797807?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7213764986604797807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=7213764986604797807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7213764986604797807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7213764986604797807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/ill-trade-you.html' title='I&apos;ll trade you.'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-291583679265782577</id><published>2011-05-11T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:21:25.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>advertisers</title><content type='html'>A few days ago (Friday night) I was late getting dinner ready and the kids were hungry.  Micah said it was okay and suggested that we just start with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"advertisers"&lt;/span&gt;.  You know, appetizers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-291583679265782577?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/291583679265782577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=291583679265782577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/291583679265782577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/291583679265782577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/advertisers.html' title='advertisers'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-5080748515137521561</id><published>2011-04-05T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:19:32.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluinziana shot anyone?</title><content type='html'>We were all in my and Tyler's bed for scripture reading before school when Micah said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"What if you got a flu shot and you still got Fluinziana?"&lt;/span&gt;  Of course what he meant was influenza.  We all got a good laugh with that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-5080748515137521561?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5080748515137521561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=5080748515137521561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/5080748515137521561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/5080748515137521561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/fluinziana-shot-anyone.html' title='Fluinziana shot anyone?'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-2466816345618110554</id><published>2010-12-10T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:17:02.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music heals the tears</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Peyton was crying about something as Tyler and I were leading her up to the van to go grocery shopping.  We started driving and we were listening to Christmas music for a few minutes when Peyton said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"That music made my tears feel better!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-2466816345618110554?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2466816345618110554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=2466816345618110554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2466816345618110554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2466816345618110554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/12/music-heals-tears.html' title='music heals the tears'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-9033146136301062711</id><published>2010-12-10T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:14:51.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner, yeah right.</title><content type='html'>A few days ago Peyton and I were driving home from Joanne's Fabric Store.  I had bought her a treat (Jelly Bellies) which she was eating in the van.  She said, with a smile on her face, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"This is sure a good dinner Mom."&lt;/span&gt;  What a jokester!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-9033146136301062711?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9033146136301062711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=9033146136301062711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/9033146136301062711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/9033146136301062711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/12/dinner-yeah-right.html' title='Dinner, yeah right.'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-4189300245812902274</id><published>2010-12-05T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:32:44.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peyton just asked me (Daddy) for help finding one of her brothers' Lego toys to play with.  I didn't know what exactly she wanted, so I told her to ask her brothers for help- to which she emphatically replied, "I can't ask them for help, my brothers are mean!"  For the record, her brothers are very good about helping her with anything but playing with their Legos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-4189300245812902274?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4189300245812902274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=4189300245812902274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4189300245812902274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4189300245812902274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/12/peyton-just-asked-me-daddy-for-help.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-2717650225059034593</id><published>2010-10-16T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:27:55.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>Week before last Tyler came home for lunch.  Peyton said her first prayer without help, it was beautiful.  In it she said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Bless our blessings to bless us."&lt;/span&gt;  I thought it was so cute, so did her daaddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-2717650225059034593?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2717650225059034593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=2717650225059034593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2717650225059034593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2717650225059034593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-6968601733378157997</id><published>2010-06-09T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:29:58.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>really dumb new style</title><content type='html'>A week or so ago Micah came home from school saying there was a new style.  He saw a guy walking that had his pants pulled way down.  I said something like, "Yeah, I've seen that, we don't wear our pants like that."  Micah said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"I don't want to, it looks REALLY dumb."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-6968601733378157997?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6968601733378157997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=6968601733378157997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6968601733378157997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6968601733378157997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/06/really-dumb-new-style.html' title='really dumb new style'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-2071916266076185618</id><published>2010-05-15T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:26:10.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a chicken?</title><content type='html'>Micah was going to the bathroom and yelling out jokes he was making up to us.  One joke was, "What is a horses best friend?"  Kelly said, "His neigh-h-h-h-bor."  Micah said, "You're right!"  After a bit of a delay Ben said,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; "I was going to say a chicken."&lt;/span&gt;  We all laughed at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-2071916266076185618?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2071916266076185618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=2071916266076185618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2071916266076185618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2071916266076185618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/chicken.html' title='a chicken?'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-6647319249234841664</id><published>2010-04-27T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:23:05.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She got our hopes up, briefly.</title><content type='html'>After only 3 hours of sleep I was awakened at 5am by Jacob.  He was crying because he had discovered the top of the snakes tank had caved in on one corner and the snake was gone.  When Peyton woke up later and learned what had happened she told us, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"I know where Porter is, he's lost!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-6647319249234841664?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6647319249234841664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=6647319249234841664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6647319249234841664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6647319249234841664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/she-got-our-hopes-up-briefly.html' title='She got our hopes up, briefly.'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-1740580374746934726</id><published>2010-04-07T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:20:27.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom was done but the fit wasn't.</title><content type='html'>I was trying to get Peyton's hair done but she was tired and really throwing a fit.  I finally gave up but she continued to scream and cry and even flail on the floor.  Micah said, "Peyton, Mommy is done."  Peyton promptly screeched back, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"I know, I'm not!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-1740580374746934726?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1740580374746934726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=1740580374746934726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1740580374746934726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1740580374746934726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/mom-was-done-but-fit-wasnt.html' title='Mom was done but the fit wasn&apos;t.'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-4213024642871666519</id><published>2010-02-25T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:17:31.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It would be awesome, no more seat covers, just imagine.</title><content type='html'>Ben called me into the bathroom to tell me, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"That would be awesome if girls still didn't have penises but they could stand up to pee and it would go straight into the toilet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-4213024642871666519?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4213024642871666519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=4213024642871666519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4213024642871666519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4213024642871666519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-would-be-awesome-no-more-seat-covers.html' title='It would be awesome, no more seat covers, just imagine.'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-4999780653951033231</id><published>2010-02-17T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:15:25.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It made my day too!</title><content type='html'>I was making Peyton's bed when Jacob came into her room and said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Guess what?!  Peyton just came into me in the kitchen and was standing right in front of me and gave me a big hug!"&lt;/span&gt;  I said, "Oh, did that feel nice?"  He said,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; "It made my day.  It was warm and cute."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-4999780653951033231?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4999780653951033231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=4999780653951033231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4999780653951033231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4999780653951033231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-made-my-day-too.html' title='It made my day too!'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-6140247313350529621</id><published>2010-02-13T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:13:07.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tiss me, tiss you</title><content type='html'>Peyton came into our room this morning with a snotty face and said, "Tiss me."  I replied, "Kiss you?"  She repeated, "tiss me" and then promptly corrected herself and said,  (tissue)  She wanted me to clean her nose with a tissue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-6140247313350529621?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6140247313350529621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=6140247313350529621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6140247313350529621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6140247313350529621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiss-me-tiss-you.html' title='tiss me, tiss you'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-4867388998490760516</id><published>2010-01-08T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:08:53.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can't you see that I'm singing here?</title><content type='html'>Earlier this morning on our walk I was trying to get Peyton to look up at me from her stroller and I kept calling her name.  She finally, very testily said to me, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Singing!"&lt;/span&gt;  I guess she was annoyed with me for interrupting her song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-4867388998490760516?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4867388998490760516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=4867388998490760516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4867388998490760516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4867388998490760516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/01/cant-you-see-that-im-singing-here.html' title='can&apos;t you see that I&apos;m singing here?'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-556522460706239194</id><published>2010-01-08T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:06:27.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quarter, penny, what's the difference?</title><content type='html'>I was taking Tyler's chest measurements so he could order a shoulder brase and Ben wanted Tyler to measure his pinkie afterward.  Ben ran into the living room to me and Morgan and said,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; "Daddy said my pinkie is one and a penny!"&lt;/span&gt;  Tyler called out from our room, "No, one and a quarter!"  Ben said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Oh yeah, one and a quarter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-556522460706239194?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/556522460706239194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=556522460706239194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/556522460706239194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/556522460706239194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/01/quarter-penny-whats-difference.html' title='quarter, penny, what&apos;s the difference?'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-6871577157150617624</id><published>2009-12-13T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:02:51.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can but I forgot how it goes</title><content type='html'>Ben came up to me (Daddy)  all excited and said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Dad, Dad, I can count all the way to 110!"&lt;/span&gt;  I said, "Oh really, you can?!"  Then he said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Yeah, but I forgot how it goes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-6871577157150617624?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6871577157150617624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=6871577157150617624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6871577157150617624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6871577157150617624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-can-but-i-forgot-how-it-goes.html' title='I can but I forgot how it goes'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-553920585401582310</id><published>2009-11-30T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:39:54.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess yelling works</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;November 30, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just telling the boys (Micah and Jacob) that the school year was almost half over and they still haven't been late or missed a day, that's got to be our latest record.  Jacob said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"That's because this is the year you yelled at us the most and got us to go faster."&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/4494990247859408127-553920585401582310?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/553920585401582310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=553920585401582310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/553920585401582310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/553920585401582310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-guess-yelling-works.html' title='I guess yelling works'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-7179767284656812547</id><published>2009-08-30T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:42:40.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No tattoos and no problems=that's a good start</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;August 30, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon while I was napping Tyler played Life with the boys.  When all the getting married and having kids was going on, Tyler said, "I can't wait for you boys to get married and have kids."  Micah said he couldn't wait to have kids.  Jacob said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I'm gonna marry someone with no tattoos and no problems."&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/4494990247859408127-7179767284656812547?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7179767284656812547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=7179767284656812547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7179767284656812547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7179767284656812547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-tattoos-and-no-problemsthats-good.html' title='No tattoos and no problems=that&apos;s a good start'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-1294803872787361409</id><published>2009-06-08T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:43:12.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good job.  Good job.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;June 8, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every morning we read scriptures as a family, since Ben can't read yet he repeats us.  After he finished repeating Tyler, Tyler said, "Good Job" and then Ben said, "Good job"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-1294803872787361409?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1294803872787361409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=1294803872787361409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1294803872787361409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1294803872787361409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/good-job-good-job.html' title='Good job.  Good job.'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-4713993388862060352</id><published>2009-06-07T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:43:50.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spanyol</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;June 7, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben just said,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Mommy, can you learn me how to talk Spanyol?"&lt;/span&gt;&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/4494990247859408127-4713993388862060352?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4713993388862060352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=4713993388862060352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4713993388862060352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4713993388862060352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/spanyol.html' title='spanyol'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-1807093305360173333</id><published>2009-04-22T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:44:23.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>patting baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;April 22, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morgan was rollerblading and I was riding my bike with Ben and Peyton in the bike carriage.  Peyton started patting Ben very lovingly on his back.  Ben said,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Peyton thinks I'm a baby because she keeps patting my back."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a loving little girl she is, and how funny that Ben thought that meant she thought he was a baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-1807093305360173333?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1807093305360173333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=1807093305360173333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1807093305360173333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1807093305360173333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/patting-baby.html' title='patting baby'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-6049716000022467781</id><published>2009-03-01T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:44:55.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy nursing</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;March 1, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was sitting in sacrament meeting today with Ben, Jacob and Micah, (Tyler had gone out with Peyton) Ben said the funniest thing.  He took a cheez-it out and wanted to give it to Peyton.  Since Peyton was not there he walked out to find her but couldn't.  He was a bit upset, I just told him he could eat it and give her another one when she and Daddy came back in.  That seemed to work for him and then he said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Is Daddy nursing Peyton?"&lt;/span&gt;  he immediately caught himself when he saw the smile on my face and laughed and said, "oh, huh huh, no."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-6049716000022467781?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6049716000022467781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=6049716000022467781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6049716000022467781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6049716000022467781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/daddy-nursing.html' title='daddy nursing'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-7079287301352803577</id><published>2009-02-12T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:45:31.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb adult</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 12, 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Micah asked this morning, "When you are 18 are you an adult?"  Kelly and I (Daddy) replied, "Yes", then Jacob added,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; "I heard that when you are 18 you're like a dumb adult."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-7079287301352803577?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7079287301352803577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=7079287301352803577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7079287301352803577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7079287301352803577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/dumb-adult.html' title='dumb adult'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-1798249400769165152</id><published>2009-02-08T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:46:04.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't wait to be a baby again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 8, 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight on our way to Nana Byn's and Papa Ron's house the boys were looking at their baby books.  Ben called out, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Mom, mom, I can't wait to be a baby again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-1798249400769165152?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1798249400769165152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=1798249400769165152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1798249400769165152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1798249400769165152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-cant-wait-to-be-baby-again.html' title='I Can&apos;t wait to be a baby again!'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-4308802766393011766</id><published>2008-12-07T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T15:58:59.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fasting means no stopping playing to eat</title><content type='html'>I (Daddy) was talking to Micah about next month being his first fast Sunday since he will be baptized at the end of this month.  I asked him if he was excited.  He smiled and said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Yes, but I'm going to be starving!"&lt;/span&gt;  He then thought some more and said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"But then I won't have to stop playing when it's time for lunch!" &lt;/span&gt; Way to look at the bright side Micah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-4308802766393011766?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4308802766393011766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=4308802766393011766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4308802766393011766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4308802766393011766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/fasting-means-no-stopping-playing-to.html' title='fasting means no stopping playing to eat'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-1473604518296500740</id><published>2008-11-29T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:00:06.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't thank me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob thanked Micah for finishing their job of cleaning out the van.  Micah said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Don't thank me, Daddy's the one that forced me to do it."&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/4494990247859408127-1473604518296500740?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1473604518296500740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=1473604518296500740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1473604518296500740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1473604518296500740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-thank-me.html' title='Don&apos;t thank me.'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-6604801597541967311</id><published>2008-10-31T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:46:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We can throw boogies out the window.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;October 31, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben and Peyton and I were driving in the van and Ben had a piece of trash in his hand (candy wrapper).  He asked me to open his window and I said, "Don't throw that trash out the window!"  He said, "We only throw ??? out the window?"  I could tell what he said so I replied, "We don't throw anything out the window."  He said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"We can throw Boogies out the window?"&lt;/span&gt;  I said, "Oh yes, we can throw boogies out the window."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-6604801597541967311?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6604801597541967311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=6604801597541967311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6604801597541967311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6604801597541967311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-can-throw-boogies-out-window.html' title='We can throw boogies out the window.'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-5406489693893223793</id><published>2008-10-29T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:47:32.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guess I'm too fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;October 29, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days ago I put on a pair of really thick joke glasses and asked Tyler and the boys if I looked like Professor Trelawny from Harry Potter.  Tyler said I could dress up like her for Halloween.  Micah said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"You'd have to lose A LOT of weight."&lt;/span&gt;  Thanks Micah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-5406489693893223793?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5406489693893223793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=5406489693893223793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/5406489693893223793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/5406489693893223793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/guess-im-too-fat.html' title='guess I&apos;m too fat'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-9160581622657984544</id><published>2008-10-29T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:48:07.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm so old now</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;October 29, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Micah and I (Daddy) were driving home from his first pack meeting as an "almost" cub scout.  I told him he would be old enough to be an actual cub scout by his first den meeting next Wednesday since his birthday is next Tuesday.  He perked up and said,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; "Wow, I didn't realize it was almost my birthday!  That's because I'm getting old.  I don't think about things all the time and get excited anymore because I'm so old now." &lt;/span&gt; (He's turning 8 next Tuesday).  Oh, to be young(er) again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-9160581622657984544?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9160581622657984544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=9160581622657984544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/9160581622657984544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/9160581622657984544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/because-im-so-old-now.html' title='Because I&apos;m so old now'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-3398018054599781833</id><published>2008-10-27T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:48:33.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up on stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;October 27, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I (Daddy) was helping Micah with his piano practice.  I told him he was doing very well, which he was.  He paused and somewhat matter of factly said, " Someday you're going to see me up on stage."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-3398018054599781833?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3398018054599781833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=3398018054599781833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/3398018054599781833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/3398018054599781833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/up-on-stage.html' title='Up on stage'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-9029148034574644171</id><published>2008-10-27T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:49:29.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not old</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;October 27, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning Tyler came into the boys room and asked Micah if he got his scarf caught in his bike a few days ago and Sis. Saunders had to help him.  I said, "Oh, is that who helped him?  I never found out who it was."  Micah said, "I didn't know who it was either, just an old lady and an old man."  I said, "Sis. Saunders isn't old."  Micah said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"They had white hair and wrinkles on their faces."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-9029148034574644171?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9029148034574644171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=9029148034574644171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/9029148034574644171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/9029148034574644171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-old.html' title='not old'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-6094000076508536689</id><published>2008-09-21T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:36:21.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tear down, not break down</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;September 21, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I (Daddy) was reading a story in the Friend to the boys.  It was a story about two brothers who encouraged and uplifted each other.  We then had a discussion about how we can follow that example.  Micah then made the comment, "Jacob breaks down Ben all the time."  I quickly defended Jacob and expected him to stand up for himself.  Instead he said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Micah it's 'tear down'; I 'tear down' Ben all the time, not 'break down'.&lt;/span&gt;"  At least he's honest about himself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-6094000076508536689?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6094000076508536689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=6094000076508536689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6094000076508536689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6094000076508536689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/tear-down-not-break-down.html' title='tear down, not break down'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-8116816096486368302</id><published>2008-09-20T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:02:28.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Luv Cub</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;December 17, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an entry from Tyler, so I'll just enter it exactly as he wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jacob was getting dressed for church with his Luv Cub (toy bear that whines for hugs and food, etc.) next to him.  I walked in the room and he said,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"This Luv Cub keeps bothering me!  He keeps on asking for hugs and stuff while I'm trying to get dressed."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I quickly pointed out that he should now know how a parent feels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                  -Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-8116816096486368302?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8116816096486368302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=8116816096486368302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/8116816096486368302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/8116816096486368302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/luv-cub.html' title='The Luv Cub'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-2264033981626096029</id><published>2008-09-18T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:50:35.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's realization</title><content type='html'>September 18, 2008&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I (Daddy) told Jacob at least 100 times, it seemed, to go brush his teeth before bed.  When he finally started going to do it, he was moving very slowly towards the bathroom.  I grew impatient and told him to hurry up.  He continued slowly.  I made another comment to him emphasizing how slowly he was going, to which he replied somewhat in defense, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"But I am going!"&lt;/span&gt;  His rebuttal caused me to pause and think about what he was really saying-he was telling me in essence to recognize what he was doing right-that he was at least headed in the right direction, however slow his progress might have seemed to me.  I need to work on my patience with the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-2264033981626096029?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2264033981626096029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=2264033981626096029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2264033981626096029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2264033981626096029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/dads-realization.html' title='Dad&apos;s realization'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-793233409378069660</id><published>2008-09-18T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:51:15.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free time</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;September 18, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just saw the boys (Micah and Jacob) off to school, out the garage on their bikes.  As Jacob was leaving he said, "Enjoy your free time!"  I said, "I don't have any free time, I still have Ben and Peyton."  He replied, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Enjoy your free time without us."&lt;/span&gt;  Sweet boy, I just told him I would miss him while he was at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-793233409378069660?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/793233409378069660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=793233409378069660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/793233409378069660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/793233409378069660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/free-time.html' title='Free time'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-4876667334487217721</id><published>2008-09-18T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:51:47.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;September 18, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months ago we were discussing how old Peyton was (in months) and Micah made a comment about how she has more birthdays than us right now because she's a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-4876667334487217721?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4876667334487217721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=4876667334487217721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4876667334487217721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4876667334487217721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/more-birthdays.html' title='More Birthdays'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-1295070045431526484</id><published>2008-09-03T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:52:48.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He'll play hard games when he's married</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 3, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Ben was in the van and Tyler and I were standing by the open door kissing each other goodbye.  I said, "Ben, do we look like we're married?"  He said yes and then Tyler asked him if he was married.  Ben smiled his shy smile and answered, "Yes."  Tyler asked, "to who?"  Ben said, "To mommy too."  Tyler said, "Are you going to marry someone else when you get older?"  Ben replied, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;"Yes, like you and mommy, and play hard games."&lt;/span&gt;  (Ben is always wanting to play games from our game cabinet that are too advanced for him.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-1295070045431526484?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1295070045431526484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=1295070045431526484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1295070045431526484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1295070045431526484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/hell-play-hard-games-when-hes-married.html' title='He&apos;ll play hard games when he&apos;s married'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-5464840424808108848</id><published>2008-09-03T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:53:25.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mewwead (married)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 3, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;This morning Ben came to me while I was sitting on the floor and gave me a big hug and a kiss.  When he pulled back he said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;"We look like we're mewwead (married)."&lt;/span&gt;  He is so cute and sweet and I get a kick out of the way he says things.  He has a big interest in people getting married these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-5464840424808108848?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5464840424808108848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=5464840424808108848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/5464840424808108848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/5464840424808108848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/mewwead-married.html' title='Mewwead (married)'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-1022927747583058713</id><published>2008-07-26T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:54:06.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Micah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;July 26, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Micah was sent to his room after yelling in Aunt Morgan's face when she laughed at Micah's reaction to hitting his head on a wall.  Morgan laughed even harder after Micah yelled in her face-understandably so because it was quite an over-reaction.  In fact we all laughed at it.  I (Daddy) went to talk to Micah in his room.  At the end of our conversation, I suggested he go apologize to Morgan for yelling in her face.  To which he replied, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;"Why do I need to apologize, she liked what I did to her?"&lt;/span&gt;  Oh, Micah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-1022927747583058713?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1022927747583058713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=1022927747583058713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1022927747583058713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1022927747583058713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-micah.html' title='Oh, Micah'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-6796778276464904739</id><published>2008-07-26T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:54:32.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our quick witted child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;July 26, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday morning and Jacob came to lay in bed with Tyler and me, right between us.  Tyler said, "I can't believe how big you are."  Jacob immediately said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I can't believe how stinky your breath is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-6796778276464904739?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6796778276464904739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=6796778276464904739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6796778276464904739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6796778276464904739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-quick-witted-child.html' title='Our quick witted child'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-3057761288215138389</id><published>2008-06-25T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:55:41.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doorknobs and kittens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;June 25, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jacob was in the laundry room waiting to leave for the store. He was holding the doorknob on the door out to the garage. Charlotte, the new kitten we got, was in the laundry room too. Jacob said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;"Man, I'm getting used to a lot of new stuff: Charlotte, this doorknob..."&lt;/span&gt; (I (Daddy) had recently replaced the doorknob). He tried to think of more stuff, but couldn't, and just walked out to the van.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-3057761288215138389?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3057761288215138389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=3057761288215138389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/3057761288215138389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/3057761288215138389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/june-25-2008-jacob-was-in-laundry-room.html' title='Doorknobs and kittens'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-1957406698941449604</id><published>2008-06-16T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:56:36.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like a whole other language</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;June 16, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;At the Grizzlies baseball game Jacob got one of the opposing teams autographs.  Micah was asking on the way home what the players name was.  Tyler and I told him we didn't know.  I said that autographes were sometimes hard to read.  Jacob said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;"Yeah, like they speak our language but they write different."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-1957406698941449604?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1957406698941449604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=1957406698941449604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1957406698941449604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1957406698941449604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-like-whole-other-language.html' title='It&apos;s like a whole other language'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-2766727162804682647</id><published>2008-06-14T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:57:28.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'll take that spot now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;June 14, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Benjamin was taking a nap on the playroom couch and then I saw him asleep on the playroom floor.  I asked Micah if Ben had gotten off the couch and layed down on the floor.  He said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;"No, I put him there so I could lay on the couch."&lt;/span&gt;  He said this very matter of fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-2766727162804682647?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2766727162804682647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=2766727162804682647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2766727162804682647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2766727162804682647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-ill-ake-that-spot-now.html' title='I think I&apos;ll take that spot now.'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-4210270463477656267</id><published>2008-06-04T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:58:00.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm, tator totters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;June 4, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Tyler had just taken part of a teeter totter out of the shed and Jacob asked what it was.  Tyler told them it was part of a teeter totter that he was going to make for them.  Jacob ran inside and came back out with Micah and said, "Look at the tator totter Daddy's going to make for us!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-4210270463477656267?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4210270463477656267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=4210270463477656267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4210270463477656267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4210270463477656267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/mmmm-tator-totters.html' title='Mmmm, tator totters'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-3142816905179692903</id><published>2008-06-04T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:58:47.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arm wrestling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;June 4, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Jacob and I (Daddy) were arm wrestling.  He beat me a few times and then I started beating him.  After beating him the second time, he said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;"Ok, only one more time, you're knocking the wind out of my arm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-3142816905179692903?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3142816905179692903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=3142816905179692903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/3142816905179692903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/3142816905179692903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/arm-wrestling.html' title='Arm wrestling'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-2298938309655736947</id><published>2008-06-01T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:59:31.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number blind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;June 1, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Ben, Jake, and I (Daddy) were playing Barrell O' Monkeys and it was Ben's turn.  He picked up some monkeys and started counting how long his string of monkeys was.  He counted them wrong to which Jacob said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;"I heard someone say Ben might be colorblind, well, I think he's number blind too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-2298938309655736947?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2298938309655736947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=2298938309655736947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2298938309655736947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2298938309655736947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/number-blind.html' title='Number blind?'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-6342950151913222784</id><published>2008-05-31T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:59:58.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what Daddy does, eats everything, it's true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May 31, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;In a very sweet voice Jacob said to Tyler, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;"When are you going to get me my lemonade?  You're just standing there eating everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-6342950151913222784?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6342950151913222784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=6342950151913222784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6342950151913222784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6342950151913222784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/thats-what-daddy-does-eats-everything.html' title='That&apos;s what Daddy does, eats everything, it&apos;s true.'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-6610401930000207860</id><published>2008-05-27T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:00:49.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great present baby, thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;May 27, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin pooped in the toilet again this evening while I was on the phone. I wanted to give him plenty of praise for it but had to wait until after the fact since I was on the phone. Anyhow, when I told him how proud I was of him and what a good job he'd done, he said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"It's like a present in the toilet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-6610401930000207860?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6610401930000207860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=6610401930000207860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6610401930000207860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6610401930000207860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-present-baby-thanks.html' title='Great present baby, thanks.'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-7014028693936562446</id><published>2008-05-20T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:01:13.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your secret favorite color?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;May 20, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago Jacob told me that his favorite color was pink.  I said, "I thought your favorite color was green?"  He told me that his secret favorite color was pink but not to tell any of his guy friends because they would make fun of him.  He said, "You can tell people in our family, like Ben and Micah and Daddy and Nana Paula and Aunt Morgan, anyone in our family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning he said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Dog's fur and water are the warmest things in the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-7014028693936562446?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7014028693936562446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=7014028693936562446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7014028693936562446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7014028693936562446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-is-your-secret-favorite-color.html' title='What is your secret favorite color?'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-5979178165569809097</id><published>2008-05-11T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:01:38.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she was just trying to make a point son!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;May 11, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago in primary Sister Lori Pope was giving the lesson for sharing time and she was trying to do an object type of lesson. She was telling the kids how she had this tree in her backyard and the leaves were changing color and falling off and she was really worried that it was dying. Ok, it was more than a few months ago, maybe it was the end of fall. Anyway, Micah says, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You must not be very smart then."&lt;/span&gt; He knew this happened to trees in the fall. I was told by several adults that witnessed this embarassement that he didn't say this rudely, but very matter of fact. How embarassing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-5979178165569809097?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5979178165569809097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=5979178165569809097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/5979178165569809097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/5979178165569809097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/she-was-just-trying-to-make-point-son.html' title='she was just trying to make a point son!'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-1859207639729784299</id><published>2008-05-01T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:02:13.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes the tears just come</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;May 1, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was nursing Peyton in her room and I could hear Micah trying to wake Jacob up.  He was scared and wanted Jacob to go with him to the bathroom.  I called to him and told him I was right there and he came to the bathroom.  He called out to me to tell me, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I am just so scared I got tears."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-1859207639729784299?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1859207639729784299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=1859207639729784299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1859207639729784299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1859207639729784299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-tears-just-come.html' title='sometimes the tears just come'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-8012115555197163989</id><published>2008-04-29T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:03:14.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can bees speak with their umbilical chords?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;April 29, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;On our way home from T-Ball Micah was talkng to Peyton.  He said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;"Come on Peyton, use your umbilical cords and talk to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got home Tyler was getting a snack for the boys, honey on saltines.  Jacob said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Mmmm, honey is my favorite, I'm glad we have bees."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-8012115555197163989?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8012115555197163989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=8012115555197163989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/8012115555197163989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/8012115555197163989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/can-bees-speak-with-their-umbilical.html' title='Can bees speak with their umbilical chords?'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-7024588247504965368</id><published>2008-04-20T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:04:08.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey boy, were your owners killed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;April 20, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a dog on our porch this morning and it was very friendly and wearing a collar with no tags.  Jacob could just not stay away from the dog and was very concearned about it, he said it looked cold and hungry.  We kept telling him that the dog was fine and that he had an owner.  He came in and said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Maybe a bad guy stole his tags and killed his owners."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-7024588247504965368?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7024588247504965368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=7024588247504965368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7024588247504965368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7024588247504965368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-boy-were-your-owners-killed.html' title='Hey boy, were your owners killed?'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-2212095523082609946</id><published>2008-04-12T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:05:03.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got it, thanks.</title><content type='html'>April 12, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob told Tyler, "Your head looks weird, and it looks skinny, and your neck is small."  After he said this, Tyler repeated it in a funny voice and Jacob said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You should write that down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-2212095523082609946?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2212095523082609946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=2212095523082609946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2212095523082609946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2212095523082609946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/got-it-thanks.html' title='Got it, thanks.'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-8679323062543496490</id><published>2008-04-11T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:05:36.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our own child labor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;April 11, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Jacob said while working in the front yard with our relandscaping project,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt; "Mommy, you know what's a good thing to have a lot of kids for?  They could all help do the work around the house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-8679323062543496490?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8679323062543496490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=8679323062543496490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/8679323062543496490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/8679323062543496490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-own-child-labor.html' title='our own child labor'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-8102411917892214863</id><published>2008-04-03T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:06:13.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>town, country, same difference, he's gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;April 3, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler was out of town again yesterday and Jacob said, "Daddy goes out of town a lot." I said, "Yes, he does." Jacob then said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"He's always in another country."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-8102411917892214863?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8102411917892214863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=8102411917892214863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/8102411917892214863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/8102411917892214863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/town-country-same-difference-hes-gone.html' title='town, country, same difference, he&apos;s gone'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-2754493359188959208</id><published>2008-04-01T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:07:00.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some people see a plane, my kid sees Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;April 1, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I was walking Jacob to school he made a comment about how pretty the sky was.  I said something about the clouds being wispy.  Jacob said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"They look like Chinese writing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-2754493359188959208?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2754493359188959208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=2754493359188959208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2754493359188959208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2754493359188959208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-people-see-plane-my-kid-sees.html' title='some people see a plane, my kid sees Chinese'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-1962967753917128019</id><published>2008-03-31T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:07:28.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you been bathtized?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;March 31, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;All three boys were in the tub, and since it was late we were also doing Family Home Evening. Tyler read a story called Baptism Miracles. Despite all of the challenges a mother, father and son made it to their baptism. Jacob said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;"So what's the miracle in them making it to their &lt;em&gt;bathtism&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-1962967753917128019?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1962967753917128019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=1962967753917128019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1962967753917128019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1962967753917128019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/have-you-been-bathtized.html' title='Have you been bathtized?'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-6370492347759178822</id><published>2008-03-31T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:08:00.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes pooping can set you behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;March 31, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;We were running very late for Karate and I think I was telling Tyler that Micah was hungry and wanted a snack and then he had to go to the bathroom. Micah said something like, "I had to poop, and you know how that is when I have to poop." or maybe it was,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt; "I had to poop, and you know how that goes."&lt;/span&gt; Oh boy do we! (Micah takes a really long time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-6370492347759178822?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6370492347759178822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=6370492347759178822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6370492347759178822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6370492347759178822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/march-31-2008-we-were-running-very-late.html' title='sometimes pooping can set you behind'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-6960800200762056238</id><published>2008-03-11T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:08:26.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No one came</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;March 11, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Last Thursday we went to Micah and Jacob's open house.  As we were leaving Jacob got on the stage in the ampitheater and said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;"Thank you, thank you, for everybody that came, oh, zero people came, oh well."&lt;/span&gt;  It was just very cute and funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-6960800200762056238?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6960800200762056238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=6960800200762056238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6960800200762056238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6960800200762056238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-one-came.html' title='No one came'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-4709344427541201356</id><published>2008-03-03T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:08:45.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No peace in our house</title><content type='html'>March 3, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Micah came in from the front yard very excited about an Olive branch he had found that had fallen off of one of our trees.  He said he could use it to make a thing like on the back of a quarter, an eagle holding an olive branch.  Jacob grabbed it out of his hand and said something about getting it out of the house because we were allergic to it.  Micah got very angry and said that he wasn't allergic to olive trees.  I said, "Well, I am, but that's beside the point, no tree stuff in the house, take it outside."  He yelled, "FINE!"  and slammed the door behind him.  When he came back in he was crying and very upset.  He said, in his sarcastic tone, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Oh this is just great, so you're allergic to the sign of peace.  We can have no peace in our house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-4709344427541201356?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4709344427541201356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=4709344427541201356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4709344427541201356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4709344427541201356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-peace-in-our-house.html' title='No peace in our house'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-312656785577283632</id><published>2008-03-03T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:09:20.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;March 3, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday night Tyler and I were going to the stake center to have out temple recommends signed.  We told the boys to get their shoes on.  They had just had a bath and were wearing their pajamas.  We told them that we were going to the church.  Ben came out of his room wearing one of his church shoes and said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Daddy, are these my church shoes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-312656785577283632?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/312656785577283632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=312656785577283632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/312656785577283632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/312656785577283632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/12/church-shoes.html' title='Church shoes'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-5321581692679742595</id><published>2008-02-25T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:09:45.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess she's just an angry dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;February 25, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, Jacob was looking endearingly at Peyton and said, "peyton is really cute.  She's so cute she &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;should be a dog&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from Karate, Micah looked at Peyton and said, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peyton always looks angry&lt;/span&gt;.  Did me, or Jake, or Ben ever look like that?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-5321581692679742595?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5321581692679742595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=5321581692679742595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/5321581692679742595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/5321581692679742595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-guess-shes-just-angry-dog.html' title='I guess she&apos;s just an angry dog'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-6131519711305773072</id><published>2008-02-24T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:10:08.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;February 24, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, well, about 12pm, before church I was tidying up.  I made the bed and then went to the hamper to put a dirty shirt in it.  I was startled to see Diego, our dog, cowering inside the hamper.  Tyler asked Jacob if he had put him in there and Jacob got a surprised look on his face and said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Oh yeah, I forgot."&lt;/span&gt;  I guess he'd been in there for a while, poor dog!  It's a good thing Peyton spit up on my shirt or he would have been in there at least 3 1/2 more hours while we were at church!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-6131519711305773072?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6131519711305773072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=6131519711305773072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6131519711305773072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/6131519711305773072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/12/poor-diego.html' title='Poor Diego'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-177543121167888714</id><published>2008-02-04T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:10:35.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Micah's hair infection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;February 4th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler went up to Micah's bed to help him get taken care of because he's been sick.  Tyler was going to give him some eye drops for his eye infection, he said his ears hurt too.  Tyler said, "Well, I think you have an ear infection and an eye infection and a sinus infection."  Tyler then gave Micah his eye drops and some ran down the side of his face and he went to wipe them away and felt his hair and said,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "I think I have a hair infection too because my hair is all hard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-177543121167888714?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/177543121167888714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=177543121167888714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/177543121167888714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/177543121167888714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/12/micahs-hair-infection.html' title='Micah&apos;s hair infection.'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-8850118174396044416</id><published>2008-02-02T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:11:46.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that smell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;February 2, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben crawled in bed between Tyler and I to watch an episode of The Brady Bunch and Tyler had recently tooted under the covers. Ben said, with a disgusted face, "What's that smell?" Tyler said, "Sorry, Daddy tooted." Ben replied very angrily, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Daddy, you need to go pee pee in the bathroom!"&lt;/span&gt; He said this a few times, getting more and more angry each time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-8850118174396044416?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8850118174396044416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=8850118174396044416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/8850118174396044416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/8850118174396044416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-that-smell.html' title='What&apos;s that smell?'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-7792541501091787472</id><published>2008-01-27T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:12:13.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise and shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;January 27, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben came in our room this morning and asked where Peyton was.  I told him she was asleep on our bed and he climbed right up next to her.  He told me that he wanted to hold Peyton and I said that he could once she woke up.  He got right next to her and said, "Rise and shine Peyton!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-7792541501091787472?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7792541501091787472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=7792541501091787472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7792541501091787472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7792541501091787472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/rise-and-shine.html' title='Rise and shine'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-1004098319363685299</id><published>2008-01-23T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:12:38.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!  Better than Christmas huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;January 23, 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah held Peyton a few minutes ago and I had to take her to feed her  and as I was walking away Micah said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I love Peyton more than Christmas!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this evening Jacob told me that Peyton was better than Christmas.  I'd have to agree with them both!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-1004098319363685299?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1004098319363685299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=1004098319363685299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1004098319363685299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1004098319363685299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow-better-than-christmas-huh.html' title='Wow!  Better than Christmas huh?'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-8215955555703781878</id><published>2008-01-20T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:12:59.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wister"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;January 20, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last night in the hospital Tyler stayed at Nana Byn's and Papa Ron's with the boys.  The next morning, Monday, at breakfast, Jacob said that he was going to marry Peyton.  That got a lot of laughs from eberyone there, but Micah said, "You can't marry her!  She's your sister!" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; If you married her she'd be your wister." &lt;/span&gt; (you know, like wife and sister mixed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-8215955555703781878?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8215955555703781878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=8215955555703781878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/8215955555703781878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/8215955555703781878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/wister.html' title='&quot;Wister&quot;'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-7639859968838940229</id><published>2008-01-14T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:13:31.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is my what hurting?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;January 14, 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened just 4 days before Miss Peyton was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier tonight Benjamin asked me what was wrong.  I told him that I was having some pain in my belly.  He said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Is your Peyton hurting?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-7639859968838940229?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7639859968838940229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=7639859968838940229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7639859968838940229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7639859968838940229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-my-what-hurting.html' title='Is my what hurting?!'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-2887365473899317666</id><published>2008-01-13T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:14:17.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't Walk"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;January 13, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago Ben and I were in the van making a U turn and Ben noticed the "Don't Walk" sign. You know, a little stick figure like man turned sideways walking? Anyway, he really started to laugh and said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Mommy, that man have no hands!"&lt;/span&gt; (mind you he was 2 at this time) I said, "That man has no hands?" He replied, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Yeah, and that man has no hair!"&lt;/span&gt; Next time you are out and about, take a look, he's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after this, I was at home helping get the playroom cleaned up. Jacob was watching Micah play a video game. I got in his way while putting something away and he said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Mommy, your big fat bum is in the way!"&lt;/span&gt; Yikes, they sure tell it like it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-2887365473899317666?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2887365473899317666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=2887365473899317666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2887365473899317666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2887365473899317666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-walk.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t Walk&quot;'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-4327537458601618218</id><published>2008-01-06T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:15:07.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little helper, Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;January 6, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't feeling well and was laying down. Ben was still in the tub and was ready to get out. I asked Jacob if he could get Ben his towel. He left my room to help Ben and awhile later I was calling for Ben to bring me a diaper because I didn't want him to "potty" anywhere. Well, Jacob said that Ben was almost ready. He had gotten Ben out of the tub, had him drain the water, dried him off, diapered him and gotten him completely dressed for church! Socks, shoes, tie, undershirt, the whole works, and he looked great. Jacob said that he liked doing it, it was fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-4327537458601618218?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4327537458601618218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=4327537458601618218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4327537458601618218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4327537458601618218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-little-helper-jacob.html' title='My little helper, Jacob'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-3432539550963352555</id><published>2007-11-13T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:15:49.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make your hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 13, 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning last week I had asked Micah and Jacob if they had made their beds.  Ben looked at his bed and said, "My bed not made mommy."  It was pretty cute, but even cuter than that was a few minutes later when he saw himself in the closet door mirror and said,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "My hair not made mommy."&lt;/span&gt;  Of course he said this because he had bedhead and his hair was sticking up and very messy.  I love how kids put things into words!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-3432539550963352555?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3432539550963352555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=3432539550963352555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/3432539550963352555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/3432539550963352555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/make-your-hair.html' title='Make your hair!'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-4576381301495966957</id><published>2007-09-25T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:23:56.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinks like me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 25, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Jacob was hiding in the hamper, atop mine and Tyler's dirty clothes.  He yelled out, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Yuck!  Mommy what stinks so much like you in here?"&lt;/span&gt;  Nice huh?  I sure felt lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-4576381301495966957?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4576381301495966957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=4576381301495966957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4576381301495966957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4576381301495966957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/stinks-like-me.html' title='Stinks like me'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-7126539083625938432</id><published>2007-08-24T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:24:38.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Illiterate, edible and eager</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;August 24, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things about Micah and Jacob's 1st day of school.  8-20-07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob was talking to Tyler about school, telling him he loved it and everything, and then he said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"But I didn't learn to read."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the afternoon, he, Jacob, was eating fruit snacks and telling Ben that he was going to smush a whole bunch together and make an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"edible ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah learned a new word from his teacher on the 1st day and told me that he was, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"eager to go to school,"&lt;/span&gt; and that was why he woke up too early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-7126539083625938432?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7126539083625938432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=7126539083625938432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7126539083625938432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7126539083625938432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/illiterate-edible-and-eager.html' title='Illiterate, edible and eager'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-5017151751906288551</id><published>2007-08-20T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:25:09.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaver Lake Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 20, 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Shaver Lake on Saturday, 8-18-07.  The lake was so low that some of the docks were just laying up on dry ground.  Jacob, seeing one of these said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Someone gigantic must have died there." &lt;/span&gt; The dock looked like a huge cross.  Jacob knows that when someone dies in a traffic accident people will often place a cross at the scene of the accident.  So, he came to the conclusion that since it was a huge cross, someone gigantic died there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-5017151751906288551?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5017151751906288551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=5017151751906288551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/5017151751906288551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/5017151751906288551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/shaver-lake-cross.html' title='Shaver Lake Cross'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-4779611850469911952</id><published>2007-07-27T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:25:38.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good bye traing wheels X4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;July 27, 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah learned today, finally, to ride a two-wheeler without training wheels, at age 6!  It really is our fault though, it took us this long because we just simply haven't worked on it with him.  Well, Jacob (age 4) also learned tonight how to do it too!  He still needs some work, but he can do it!  Well, I was commenting that it has been a good day and Micah said,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "This is probably the best night of my whole life!"&lt;/span&gt;  He has been wanting to be able to ride a bike for such a long time now and I'm so glad that we finally took the time to help him realize his dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-4779611850469911952?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4779611850469911952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=4779611850469911952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4779611850469911952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4779611850469911952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-bye-traing-wheels-x4.html' title='good bye traing wheels X4!'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-2436192606937721681</id><published>2007-07-13T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:26:39.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To flick a booger out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;July 13, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Tyler was laying with Benjamin on our bed  when Benjamin tooted.  Tyler laughed and Ben giggled and said, "Fireworks" or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Piyaworks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes ago Micah was yelling for me but Tyler went to him and he said something about a moth flying into our house.  Tyler asked him where it flew in from and Micah told him from the slider, Tyler asked him how, Micah said, "I opened it."  Tyler asked why he opened it and Micah said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"To flick a booger out, OK?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-2436192606937721681?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2436192606937721681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=2436192606937721681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2436192606937721681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2436192606937721681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-flick-booger-out.html' title='To flick a booger out'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-2333130283374252577</id><published>2007-07-13T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:26:09.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks and boogers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;July 13, 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Tyler was laying with Benjamin (2 yrs old) on our bed when Benjamin tooted. Tyler laughed and Ben giggled and said, "fireworks" or in his way it sounds like, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"piyawutz"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes ago Micah was yelling at for me but Tyler made it to him first and he said something about a moth flying into our house. Tyler asked him where it flew in from and Micah told him it flew in from the slider. Tyler asked Micah how, Micah said, "I opened it." Tyler asked why he had opened it and Micah said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"To flick a booger out, OK!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-2333130283374252577?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2333130283374252577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=2333130283374252577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2333130283374252577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2333130283374252577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/fireworks-and-boogers.html' title='Fireworks and boogers'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-4123818152065952445</id><published>2007-06-09T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:19:22.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;" &gt;Saturday June 9, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids were coloring earlier today and they left some crayons and coloring books on the table.  I have been known to enjoy coloring every now and again, so I decided to sit down for a few minutes and color.  The kids books are pretty full of scribbles and half finished pictures, so I like to go through and color those.  So I find a picture in the Star Wars coloring book that we've had for quite a long time.  It is a picture of Luke using his light saber to slash down some vines, and he apparently sees Darth Vader.  So I finish coloring it and show Micah, my oldest son who just completed 1st grade, He says, "Oh, that looks good Mommy, but I wonder why I colored Luke&lt;br /&gt;(Bispin) wearing green clothes, I guess I colored it before I knew much about Star Wars."  He finished off with a little laugh like he was somewhat amused by his ignorance.  I asked him what color his clothes should be and he said very matter of fact, "Umm, like a yellowish orange color."  How does he know all these characters so well?  Princess Leia Slave is the one with the skimpy bikini thing and so on....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-4123818152065952445?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4123818152065952445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=4123818152065952445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4123818152065952445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4123818152065952445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2007/06/star-wars.html' title='Star Wars'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-486372505696136276</id><published>2007-05-26T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:27:44.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To drink or not to drink, that is the question!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May 26, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While attending church in Nana Byn's and Papa ron's ward we were listening to Uncle Brent give his homecoming talk.  Micah had been whining about how thirsty he was so I finally told him to go ahead and get a drink but to be quiet and fold his arms.  He left, walking very reverently and returned shortly after, the same way.  This time he was whining that he couldn't get a drink with his arms folded!  My son is SO literal most of the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-486372505696136276?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/486372505696136276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=486372505696136276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/486372505696136276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/486372505696136276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-drink-or-not-to-drink-that-is.html' title='To drink or not to drink, that is the question!'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-2149552524594895615</id><published>2007-04-26T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:28:39.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True love, or not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 26, 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Jacob was being very sweet and loving with me today. He told me he loved me several times in just a few minutes, seconds even, he gave me lots of hugs and kisses too. Later, after Tyler was home, Jacob told me that he only did that so I'd let him have his Nintendo playing priveledges back! It had really touched me, how sweet and loving he had been to me, so hearing his confession really made me cry. After Jacob saw how sad he had made me he told me that he was just joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-2149552524594895615?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2149552524594895615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=2149552524594895615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2149552524594895615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2149552524594895615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/true-love-or-not.html' title='True love, or not.'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-8635755741578203527</id><published>2007-04-05T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:29:27.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;April 5, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tyler really doesn't want me to post this one, but I want it for my records, it's funny, and I don't think anyone reads this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just telling my mom about a few of the stories in here and she asked if I had recorded the following story.  I hadn't, so here it is...&lt;br /&gt;When Micah was about 3 years old, he told Nana Paula that he had bones all over his body.  Nana said, "Yes, that's right."  He told her that he didn't have one in his penis and she said, "Right, you don't."  He was quiet for a bit, thinking, and then he said, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Well, sometimes I do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-8635755741578203527?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8635755741578203527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=8635755741578203527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/8635755741578203527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/8635755741578203527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-bones.html' title='Um, bones'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-7849685634286426438</id><published>2007-04-05T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:30:45.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The yawning birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;April 5, 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a dove outside making dove noises and Jacob said, "Mommy, hear that noise?"  I said, "It's a bird."  He said, "Why's it doing that?"  I told him I didn't know and he said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I think that's how it yawns."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon Morgan and I cut the boys hair and gave them each a bath.  When Jacob was getting dressed he said, "I look like a girl!"  We turned to see what he was talking about and he was leaning against the bottom bunk and he was "tucked in".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-7849685634286426438?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7849685634286426438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=7849685634286426438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7849685634286426438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7849685634286426438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/yawning-birds.html' title='The yawning birds'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-7038113326340341596</id><published>2007-04-03T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:29:55.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;April 3, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and I were in the kitchen chatting about families and marriage and I had told them that it can be difficult to find someone you love that loves you back and wants to marry you.  Aunt Jan came up in the conversation and the fact that she wasn't married.  I told them that she loved Charlie and wanted to marry him but Charlie didn't want to get married.  Jacob said, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I want to marry Aunt Jan."&lt;/span&gt;  Micah said that she would probably be dead when Jacob was old enough to get married.  Jacob got a very worried look on his face, so I said she would probably not be dead and if he wanted to marry her that was just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-7038113326340341596?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7038113326340341596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=7038113326340341596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7038113326340341596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7038113326340341596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-and-marriage.html' title='Love and Marriage'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-2390362630313632147</id><published>2007-03-28T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:31:17.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The amazing printer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;March 28, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This morning Jacob told Tyler he wanted him to go to work and bring home a Scooby Doo video game like he did when he brought home Lego Star Wars II video game.  Tyler told him he didn't get it at work.  So of course Jacob asked, "Where did you get it then?"  Tyler told him he got it off the internet.  Jacob replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"You printed it out?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-2390362630313632147?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2390362630313632147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=2390362630313632147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2390362630313632147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/2390362630313632147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/amazing-printer.html' title='The amazing printer'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-4851501128692711092</id><published>2007-03-28T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:34:24.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The funny ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;March 28, 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last night Jacob and I were watching one of those funniest home video shows.  Jacob kept asking me why people were laughing at certain videos.  He then told me, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Mommy, I'm only going to laugh at the funny ones."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-4851501128692711092?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4851501128692711092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=4851501128692711092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4851501128692711092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/4851501128692711092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-ones.html' title='The funny ones'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-3581500088014726631</id><published>2007-03-13T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:39:04.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop, and lots of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tuesday, March 13, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I was helping Jacob in the bath when I hear Micah yelling, "Ben pooped on the floor and he's walking it all around the carpet!"  I had just recently given him a bath and he didn't want his diaper on and I didn't want to fight it, so...  I run in there and sure enough, poop everywhere nd it smells horrible.  I don't really even know where to begin.  Half of it was on this huge mat they have in the playroom, so I put that straight into the washing machine.  I then proceed to basically smear the other spots into the carpet even more, along with some Resolve carpet cleaner (which doesn't even work very well.)  That doesn't do much but rub it in, so I move on to boiling water and lots of towels.  I finally get out my Kirby with the carpet cleaning attachment on it and the belt burns, I start crying and then feel that my silent prayers have been answered when I suddenly remember where the extra belt is, well, that belt burns too!  So, now it smells like poop and burning rubber, mmmmmm nice!  Ben sees me sitting on the floor crying and comes over and huds me and says, "Sorry Mommy."  Ok, so cute to hear a 1 1/2 year old say that.  I end up just shampooing the carpet with out the belt on the cleaner, which means that the brush just isn't spinning, not as effective for sure, but what are you gonna do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-3581500088014726631?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3581500088014726631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=3581500088014726631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/3581500088014726631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/3581500088014726631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-files-part-2-of-2-poop-and-star.html' title='Poop, and lots of it'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-8151593281469419694</id><published>2007-03-12T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:34:59.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's bad guy eyebrows</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;March 12, 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tyler and I both took a nap today (Sunday) and when I woke up (to Ben crying, he was napping too)  I went and got Ben out of his crib and went into Micah and Jacob's room.  Micah said,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "Mommy why are you eyebrows sticking up like a bad guy?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  I guess they got a little messed up while I was sleeping and were sticking up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-8151593281469419694?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8151593281469419694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=8151593281469419694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/8151593281469419694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/8151593281469419694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/mommys-bad-guy-eyebrows.html' title='Mommy&apos;s bad guy eyebrows'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-5802859279110019415</id><published>2006-12-26T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:36:01.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 26, 2006&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tyler was singing a made up song to Jacob and Jacob asked him to stop because, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"It gives my thumb a headache."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-5802859279110019415?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5802859279110019415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=5802859279110019415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/5802859279110019415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/5802859279110019415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/daddys-song.html' title='Daddy&apos;s song'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-1612502659572528406</id><published>2006-12-10T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:36:59.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 10, 2006&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were driving to Nana Byn and Papa Ron's house for Sunday dinner and the boys were watching the Book of Mormon DVD in the van.  The story about the Nephites escaping the Drunken Lamanites was on and Micah asked what "drunk" meant.  I told him that when people drink alcohol they can get drunk and it makes them act stupid and do weird things.  He was quiet for a while and then asked if Adam (Aunt Lindsay's boyfriend at the time) drank alcohol.  I said, "Yes." and Micah asked, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;" Is that why Adam did all those big splashes in the pool."&lt;/span&gt;  Jacob then asked why Aunt Lindsay brings Adam with her evrywhere.  Micah said, "She doesn't."  That was the end of that conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-1612502659572528406?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1612502659572528406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=1612502659572528406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1612502659572528406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1612502659572528406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/drunk.html' title='Drunk'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-1247025473207955252</id><published>2006-11-29T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:37:26.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The many uses of hot water.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 29, 2006&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah got out of bed and went to the bathroom.  I followed him in to see what he was up to.  Before I had a chance to ask he said,&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; "I'm just going to melt the crust off my nose..."&lt;/span&gt; I had raised eyebrows, so he continued, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"you know, with hot water."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-1247025473207955252?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1247025473207955252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=1247025473207955252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1247025473207955252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/1247025473207955252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/many-uses-of-hot-water.html' title='The many uses of hot water.'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4494990247859408127.post-7696191950089887967</id><published>2006-11-08T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:23:19.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engineer Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;" &gt;Wednesday, November 8, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sick right now, strep throat again.  I always seem to get that, I think it may be time to have my tonsils removed.    Tyler took work off to take care of the boys and Lilly so I could take care of myself.  I even got to take a nap.  I kept waking up because I heard sawing, I was also worried that Ty would forget to pick Micah up from school, anyway, the sawing was Tyler and Jacob cutting up this huge box that our water storage container came in (trying to build up our emergency preparedness and food storage).  So, they made this really cool fort type thing.  It has 2 chimmneys, a door on one side and windows on all sides, but here is how he did better than I would have, he rigged it so that you can open the windows from inside the box by pulling 3 different pieces of twine.  The windows can all close too.  So, that's an engineer for you!  When Micah got home from school, yes, Tyler did manage to get him on time, why I worry, I don't know.  Sometimes I mistakingly think that I'm the only one that can handle things properly when it comes to the kids and the house.  So, Micah comes home and is really excited about the box and going on and on about how cool it is, awesome, to be exact.  It was really cute to hear the excitement in his voice.  I love when they get to do cool stuff with their dad, I wish he could stay home too, sniff sniff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4494990247859408127-7696191950089887967?l=mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7696191950089887967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4494990247859408127&amp;postID=7696191950089887967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7696191950089887967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4494990247859408127/posts/default/7696191950089887967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com/2006/11/engineer-dad.html' title='Engineer Dad'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920713684693867207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPLkte9thS8/R3vm1eC-OvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eSNt1K04tPs/S220/DSCF2215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
