<?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-4794733136212535268</id><updated>2012-01-27T02:38:01.597-08:00</updated><category term='school'/><title type='text'>Three Little Monkeys</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-2819619152362616599</id><published>2009-04-07T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:28:39.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Springtime....And motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; It's spring days like today that I L-O-V-E!!! When the kids want to do something distructive in the house I can tell them "Go play outside". But what they don't know is I like to secretly watch them out the window. I love to watch them play together (nicely for a change) and act like friends, not just brothers and sister. I love to listen to them talk and pretend and laugh together. Those are my three little joys of springtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322110417431112498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/SdvvOhZjKzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AjFXgL0NUqY/s320/IMG_1219%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zoe, Izaac, &amp;amp; Cameron&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794733136212535268-2819619152362616599?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/2819619152362616599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=2819619152362616599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/2819619152362616599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/2819619152362616599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2009/04/joys-of-springtimeand-motherhood.html' title='The Joys of Springtime....And motherhood'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/SdvvOhZjKzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AjFXgL0NUqY/s72-c/IMG_1219%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-4405000140600541514</id><published>2009-03-17T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:58:57.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightly Prayers</title><content type='html'>Izaac's prayer:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Please help me not have accidents at night anymore.  Please help me get a good night sleep so I'm a good boy at school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794733136212535268-4405000140600541514?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/4405000140600541514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=4405000140600541514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/4405000140600541514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/4405000140600541514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2009/03/nightly-prayers.html' title='Nightly Prayers'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-608097910097076587</id><published>2008-04-12T19:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T19:50:18.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Ouch Report</title><content type='html'>It was bound to happen and I'm quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; it didn't happen sooner; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Izaac&lt;/span&gt; came home with his 1st "Ouch Report" from school on Thursday.  It reads something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Izaac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Date&lt;/span&gt;: April 10, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Part Injured&lt;/span&gt;: Left arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What Happened&lt;/span&gt;: Cameron bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Izaac&lt;/span&gt; on arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Where did it happen&lt;/span&gt;: In the block area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What Caused Incident&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Izaac&lt;/span&gt; said Cameron bit him on the arm because he wasn't picking up the blocks like Cameron asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Was medical action taken&lt;/span&gt;: ran cool water over arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since they gave an "Ouch Report" for this at school, does that mean I have to do them at home too???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794733136212535268-608097910097076587?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/608097910097076587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=608097910097076587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/608097910097076587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/608097910097076587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2008/04/ouch-report.html' title='Ouch Report'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-425198030798994497</id><published>2008-02-27T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T07:05:04.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Preschool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is the kids' first day of preschool. I have to admit, I'm a little sad. But at the same time, I'm excited for them. They didn't want mommy to go with them to take them to school, just Dad. So being the "Mom" who wants pictures, I had to send the camera with Rhett hoping he will take some for me. They were very excited and ready to go. I'm sure they'll have a great time and have lots of stories to tell me when they get home. I'll write more tonight after I hear how their day was and hopefully have some pictures. Oh yeah, I start my new job today too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171675767397766066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R8V7tbE9U7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/-lvlDx1i6RI/s320/CIZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Cameron, Zoe, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Izaac&lt;/span&gt; - 3 years old&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/4794733136212535268-425198030798994497?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/425198030798994497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=425198030798994497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/425198030798994497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/425198030798994497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-day-of-preschool.html' title='First Day of Preschool...'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R8V7tbE9U7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/-lvlDx1i6RI/s72-c/CIZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-6312245406719313494</id><published>2007-12-24T16:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:14:15.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T'was The Night Before Christmas...</title><content type='html'>To get ready for Santa, we began by making "Reindeer Food" (Cheerio's and glitter). Rhett and I started by crushing some Cheerio's, but not all the way. Next, I told the kids that we had to finish it by adding the "Magic Flying Dust" - this is the dust that makes the reindeer fly - I took the bowl to the table and Cameron started crying "That's not Reindeer Food!!! That's my Cheerio's!!!" It took a little conviencing by Daddy, Mommy &amp;amp; Roo Roo to make him beleive that it was "Reindeer Food".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794733136212535268-6312245406719313494?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/6312245406719313494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=6312245406719313494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/6312245406719313494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/6312245406719313494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2007/12/twas-night-before-christmas.html' title='T&apos;was The Night Before Christmas...'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-2827253194261848741</id><published>2007-12-18T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T08:52:45.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Little Monkies Jumping on the Bed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all know the rhyme "Three little monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and bumped his head..." Well, here is the proof that monkeys should not jump on beds:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Izaac - Day 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R2f3iQ4VHlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XUPXVlSxLus/s1600-h/Black+Eye+-+Day+0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145353267312926290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R2f3iQ4VHlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XUPXVlSxLus/s320/Black+Eye+-+Day+0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R2f3ig4VHmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lVsA1NOWPdo/s1600-h/Black+Eye+-+Day+0+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145353271607893602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R2f3ig4VHmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lVsA1NOWPdo/s320/Black+Eye+-+Day+0+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Izaac - Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R2f38A4VHoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zlhAqg4b4h4/s1600-h/Black+Eye+-+Day+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145353709694557826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R2f38A4VHoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zlhAqg4b4h4/s320/Black+Eye+-+Day+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R2f37w4VHnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/J6pQlc8mbGo/s1600-h/Black+Eye+-+Day+1+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145353705399590514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R2f37w4VHnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/J6pQlc8mbGo/s320/Black+Eye+-+Day+1+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Izaac - Day 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R2f4gg4VHpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/22BJnd7pb5g/s1600-h/Black+Eye+-+Day+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145354336759783058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R2f4gg4VHpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/22BJnd7pb5g/s320/Black+Eye+-+Day+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Izaac - Day 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R2f5QQ4VHqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hDJaqv4GKMg/s1600-h/Black+Eye+-+Day+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145355157098536610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R2f5QQ4VHqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hDJaqv4GKMg/s320/Black+Eye+-+Day+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R2f5Qw4VHrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/R12S7lolywU/s1600-h/Black+Eye+-+Day+9+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145355165688471218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R2f5Qw4VHrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/R12S7lolywU/s320/Black+Eye+-+Day+9+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mommy called the doctor and the doctor said 'No more monkeys jumping on the bed!!!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R2f1LA4VHiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4zqsJidDXGU/s1600-h/Black+Eye+-+Day+9+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794733136212535268-2827253194261848741?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/2827253194261848741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=2827253194261848741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/2827253194261848741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/2827253194261848741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2007/12/three-little-monkies-jumping-on-bed.html' title='Three Little Monkies Jumping on the Bed...'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R2f3iQ4VHlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XUPXVlSxLus/s72-c/Black+Eye+-+Day+0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-6820777800723033292</id><published>2007-12-05T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T08:23:29.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Say the Darnest Things...</title><content type='html'>It shouldn't amaze me what comes out of the kids' mouth, but it does. Yesterday they said some of the funniest things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) They were taking their pajamas off so they could get dressed for the day. We were getting ready to go check out some preschools. After the boys took their diapers off, they proceeded to pee on the floor and on the couch. Zoe looked at me and said "I'm a big girl and I'm going to go to school because I pee in the toilet. The rest of these kids just pee on the floor!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140551842299703602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R1boqi3A8TI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7lkGhNKpjY4/s320/93070018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.)After we went to the school, I told the kids we could go to a park. I asked them what park they wanted to go to and they said "Walk across the trails Park", "Where?" I asked. And they said "Walk across the trails Park". Then I realized, the name of the park we walk to is called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ponderosa&lt;/span&gt; Trails Park. They think it sounds like "Walk across the trail Park".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140551846594670914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R1boqy3A8UI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/83AivD2CO5w/s320/100_1649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) We walked by a house in our neighborhood that has been under construction since spring of 2006 and is finally done. As we were walking by, the boys stopped and looked at the house for a minute then Cameron said "He did a nice job building that house!" and the other two chimed in "Yeah! He did a really good job building that house!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only my kids!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, Zoe also got her FIRST hair cut on November 21!!! Almost 3 years old before her hair was long enough!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140551838004736290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R1boqS3A8SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hI9DqYxgkhM/s320/000_0759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794733136212535268-6820777800723033292?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/6820777800723033292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=6820777800723033292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/6820777800723033292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/6820777800723033292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2007/12/kids-say-darnest-things.html' title='Kids Say the Darnest Things...'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/R1boqi3A8TI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7lkGhNKpjY4/s72-c/93070018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-5082622299209932641</id><published>2007-10-16T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:03:17.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Vacation</title><content type='html'>We just got back from a nice vacation in Colorado. We were there for two weeks and had a great time. Our friends, Andee &amp;amp; Jack, went with us because they had never seen Colorado before. To say the least, it was an interesting car ride with four 2 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;. We spent the first night at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yia&lt;/span&gt; and Papa Mike's new house in Palisade. She has a great two-bedroom place next to the river on a very quiet street. Then we went to Nana's house for a couple of days, went to Grandma and Grandpa's "Ealge House" to spend the night, followed by four days at Papa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fatty's&lt;/span&gt; house. The kids had a great time seeing the cows, throwing rocks in the river, and of course, riding the 4-wheelers. On Monday, we took a 14 mile long ride to see some of the country and the kids ended up falling asleep on the "wheelers". I wish I could sleep anywhere like that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We took the kids to the new rec. center in Gypsum where they swam until their hearts were content and us "big kids" got to go down the water slide a couple of times. On Friday, Nana surprised the kids with a treat to the local museum where they have a caboose and real-life scenes from "the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' days". Next we got to go to the Eagle Fire Department where we got a tour of the whole fire station including where the firemen live when they are on duty. To round out this fun tour, the firemen took everyone (Andee, Jack, Cameron, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Izaac&lt;/span&gt;, Zoe, Nana, &amp;amp; myself) for a RIDE in the fire truck!!! That was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;Next we headed up to Sylvan Lake State Park to see some of the interactive displays and take a nature walk. We got to see lot of pretty fall colors. After we left there, we went to visit Mike Bradley who raises alpacas. Alpacas are related to Llamas but smaller, and much cuter!!!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the "Booby Party" for Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tuff&lt;/span&gt; so the kids stayed at Aunt Tammy's house with the babysitters while the mom's got some away time.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Andee woke up with Pink Eye so we had to make a trip to Avon to have it checked out by a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. This put us behind schedule so we didn't make it out of Eagle County until Monday.&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, we stopped at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yia&lt;/span&gt; and Papa Mike's again where we went to the park and spent some time playing in the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;We got home around 8pm and all the kids were happy to see their Daddies. A fun time was had by all and some good memories were made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pictures to follow - camera is still in the suitcase)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794733136212535268-5082622299209932641?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/5082622299209932641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=5082622299209932641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/5082622299209932641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/5082622299209932641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-from-vacation.html' title='Back from Vacation'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-4286238079825446164</id><published>2007-09-21T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T14:46:34.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Plea for HELP!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Call me the queen of procrastination and now I'm paying for it!!!! On Wednesday, I was in the bedroom getting ready for the day and the kids got too quiet. That's the first sign they're doing something they're not suppose to. I go into their playroom and they have found a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; jar of Vaseline and smeared it all over themselves, the wall and the carpet. Of course we have somewhere to be in 45 minutes so I throw all the kids in the tub and TRY to get them cleaned up to the best of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ability&lt;/span&gt;. I leave the playroom covered in Vaseline and away we go. Why do I leave the playroom in this state you ask? First, I have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; idea how to get Vaseline out of the carpet! Second, (Wishful thinking on my part) Maybe the kids won't get into it anymore. YEAH RIGHT!!! So, this afternoon, Zoe's in the playroom, being too quiet and guess what she's doing...You've got it!!! She's covered in Vaseline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112776521849455362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/RvQ7KHDLQwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7pQHtbMnjhY/s320/Hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So here's my plea for help....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOW DO YOU GET VASELINE OUT OF CARPET, HAIR &amp;amp; WALLS????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794733136212535268-4286238079825446164?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/4286238079825446164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=4286238079825446164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/4286238079825446164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/4286238079825446164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2007/09/plea-for-help.html' title='A Plea for HELP!!!!'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/RvQ7KHDLQwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7pQHtbMnjhY/s72-c/Hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-761866650066294700</id><published>2007-08-30T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T12:57:00.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Mouths of Kids II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I'm standing in the kitchen checking my email and the kids are in the living room fighting over something (what's new!!!) and Zoe starts yelling as load as she can. Then I hear Izaac say in a very calm voice "You really need to get out of the house", and Zoe starts yelling again. Once again Izaac says, "You really need to get out of the house, Zoe", so she goes outside to yell. Sometimes I wonder what is really going through those little brains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104584665095518066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/RtcgtSjst3I/AAAAAAAAADo/MXpptDx09io/s320/zoe+on+potty.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Zoe sitting on her "potty" while camping.&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/4794733136212535268-761866650066294700?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/761866650066294700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=761866650066294700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/761866650066294700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/761866650066294700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2007/08/out-of-mouths-of-kids-ii.html' title='Out of the Mouths of Kids II'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/RtcgtSjst3I/AAAAAAAAADo/MXpptDx09io/s72-c/zoe+on+potty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-6611425975521305525</id><published>2007-08-30T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T10:01:52.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to the Fire Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104537575074084690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/Rtb14Sjst1I/AAAAAAAAADY/IxeBZk_r1Fw/s320/100_1431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The tattoo we got at the fire station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On Wednesday, August 1st our MOMS Club took a trip to one of Flagstaff's great fire houses. The fireman gave a good &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;presentation about "Tools &amp; Toys", "Stop, Drop, &amp;amp; Roll", and how to call 911. Although the kids are still a little young to understand, they had a good time. After his presentation, the fireman put on ALL of his gear: pants, coat, helmet, and oxygen mask. Izaac and Cameron were okay with all the gear until he put on the oxygen mask, then he was "scary".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next, everyone got to go out and look at the fire trucks. We got to climb through the back where the firepeople sit &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104529053858969282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/RtbuISjstsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/L9HP4WKkc00/s320/100_1411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and we even got to sit in the drivers seat!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104529058153936594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/RtbuIijsttI/AAAAAAAAACY/52sCy7ZF2wI/s320/100_1413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zoe driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104529066743871202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/RtbuJCjstuI/AAAAAAAAACg/cZg8Ccrmedg/s320/100_1414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Izaac driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104529071038838514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/RtbuJSjstvI/AAAAAAAAACo/yKhGhuJYS8o/s320/100_1416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cameron driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the "driving" everyone got a chance to spray the fire hoses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104529075333805826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/RtbuJijstwI/AAAAAAAAACw/3T8-z0C6gtc/s320/100_1420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Izaac spraying the hose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104535492014946082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/Rtbz_CjstyI/AAAAAAAAADA/jtJYLNnvVS0/s320/100_1424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zoe spraying the hose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104535487719978770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/Rtbz-yjstxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JeZdPx_7OZs/s320/100_1421.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cameron spraying the hose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And then we got to splash in the puddles we made with some of our friends.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104535500604880690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/Rtbz_ijstzI/AAAAAAAAADI/1Dzj2rNfcJs/s320/100_1428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And to end the perfect day...just as we were finishing up with our tour, the firemen got a call and had to leave. So we sent them off with a great big thank you and wave and they drove away with light on and sirens blaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794733136212535268-6611425975521305525?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/6611425975521305525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=6611425975521305525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/6611425975521305525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/6611425975521305525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2007/08/trip-to-fire-station.html' title='A Trip to the Fire Station'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/Rtb14Sjst1I/AAAAAAAAADY/IxeBZk_r1Fw/s72-c/100_1431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-28306013614803713</id><published>2007-06-20T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:02:11.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Mouth of Babes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night when I was making dinner, I had the refrigerator open and the kids saw cans of 7-Up sitting on the shelf. To them, anything in a can is "beer" so they all started saying "I want beer.  I want beer!"  So with dinner, they all got a "beer".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078191436350348514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/RnlcNLkX3OI/AAAAAAAAACA/yEzYSy5So8s/s320/Sitting+in+the+woods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got them all set up at the table outside and they were eating so I went and got my plate.  When I came out and sat down with them Izaac looked at me and said "Mommy, you have no beer", and I said "No, Mommy doesn't have a beer right not", and he said "Mommy, go inside and get your beer now!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure if the neighbors were listening they were wondering what kind of parent I really am!!!!  Giving my children beer and letting them run around the backyard naked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078191462120152306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/RnlcOrkX3PI/AAAAAAAAACI/nYfTR5yCiqQ/s320/Izaac+in+the+woods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794733136212535268-28306013614803713?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/28306013614803713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=28306013614803713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/28306013614803713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/28306013614803713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2007/06/out-of-mouth-of-babes.html' title='Out of the Mouth of Babes!!!'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/RnlcNLkX3OI/AAAAAAAAACA/yEzYSy5So8s/s72-c/Sitting+in+the+woods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-8298540332023795851</id><published>2007-04-22T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:18:06.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lot Going on in the Rucker Household</title><content type='html'>We've had a lot of things going on in the past month. It all started with a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Albuquerque&lt;/span&gt; to see cousin Jesse compete in his very first National Karate Tournament. He did very well: 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; place in form (Kata)(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;?), and 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; place in sparring. Good job Jesse!!! The kids had a great time running around the hotel, checking out the elevators and being somewhere new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend was Easter. On Saturday, we went to a local nursery (Warner's) to hunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; eggs and visit with the Easter Bunny. There was a lot of kids there so the staff asked that everyone only get five eggs each. Well, we got way more than our quota. All the eggs were filled with jelly beans. As you can probably guess, all the jelly beans were gone by the time we got back to the van and the kids were all saying "My tummy hurt". I wonder why!!!! On Easter Sunday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yia&lt;/span&gt;, Grandpa Mike, Auntie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Roo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Roo&lt;/span&gt;, Rhett, the Kids and I all went to Little America for their Easter Brunch. We all ate WAY too much and the kids go to to see the Easter Bunny again. Both boys loved the Easter Bunny, especially Cameron! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; they would see him, they would run up to him and give him a hug. On Saturday, they wouldn't let go of him after we took pictures. Zoe on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with the big rabbit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794733136212535268-8298540332023795851?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/8298540332023795851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=8298540332023795851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/8298540332023795851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/8298540332023795851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2007/04/lot-going-on-in-rucker-household.html' title='A Lot Going on in the Rucker Household'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-1380827944636616409</id><published>2007-03-24T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T15:48:10.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Learned Today</title><content type='html'>Some of the things I've learned today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Kids &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;making anything as long as it makes a mess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Just when you think your children "listen" to you, they don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Kids don't care if "eating uncooked eggs will make your tummy hurt".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Kids don't hear "Don't stick your finger in the batter yet!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Cookies still turn out if you don't add the salt or the baking soda!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was our first experience making cookies together.  All-in-all it turned out pretty well but as you can see from "what I learned", it was very interesting.  Maybe we'll wait a few more months before we try again!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794733136212535268-1380827944636616409?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/1380827944636616409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=1380827944636616409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/1380827944636616409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/1380827944636616409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2007/03/things-ive-learned-today.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Learned Today'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-2069592071738737464</id><published>2007-03-21T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T16:27:25.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Checking In</title><content type='html'>Not a lot has been going on in our little world lately.  The weather turned REALLY nice (70 degree during the day) a couple of weeks ago, so we were enjoying some much needed time at the park and in the backyard.  The kids just love to be outside.  Zoe's favorite thing is the swing and the boys are typical boys.  They like playing in the dirt, chasing dogs, and going down the slide head-first.  They finally got to break out their bikes they got from Santa this year and Izaac has discovered that if he rides on the sidewalk, he goes very fast!!! (For those of you who haven't been to our house, we live on a hill).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week both the boys came down with a bronchial infection and Cameron also had an ear infection.  We had about four nights of up all night coughing and several days of two-a-day naps (YIPPEE!!) but now are back on the mend.  Luckily, Zoe dodged getting sick this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, my dear friend Mary (Sheldon) Akin's husband, Lee,  was critically injured in a bull riding accident on March 8th in Montgomery, Alabama.  He has undergone two brain surgeries and is still in an induced coma to give his brain time to heal.  As of right now, the doctors are unsure of what the outcome will be.  Mary and Lee have a beautiful baby girl, Jada,  who was born September 21, 2006.  Please keep this wonderful family in your hearts and prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794733136212535268-2069592071738737464?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/2069592071738737464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=2069592071738737464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/2069592071738737464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/2069592071738737464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-checking-in.html' title='Just Checking In'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-3770024017044673312</id><published>2007-03-06T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T08:34:29.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddlers Speech 101</title><content type='html'>Here's and introductory lesson in Toddler Language 101. Everyday I learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they say - What they mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ham-n-burg.........................Hamburger&lt;br /&gt;Butt-hammas.......................Bahama's&lt;br /&gt;Fimming Cool.......................Swimming Pool&lt;br /&gt;Nagits....................................Gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;Salt.........................................Somersault&lt;br /&gt;Dust.......................................Anything you sprinkle on your food (&lt;em&gt;salt, pepper, parmisain cheese&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Tout.......................................Watch out&lt;br /&gt;moff.......................................take them (it) off&lt;br /&gt;Sharp....................................Shark&lt;br /&gt;morebagelmama.................More bagel, Mama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794733136212535268-3770024017044673312?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/3770024017044673312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=3770024017044673312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/3770024017044673312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/3770024017044673312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2007/03/toddlers-speech-101.html' title='Toddlers Speech 101'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-5883683324647597526</id><published>2007-02-26T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T12:31:30.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're still here!</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while but that just means we've been super busy.  The past couple of weeks it seems like we've just been go, go, going.  On Wednesday, February 14th, (Happy Valentine's Day!!) Rhett had to fly out to California for his yearly Title Officer training.  So the kids and I were on our own for three days.  We had a Valentine's Day party to go to with our MOMS club and all the kids got to exchange Valentine cards.  We didn't stay long because the Monkeys were &lt;strong&gt;EXTREMELY &lt;/strong&gt;grumpy.  We had about two weeks of nothing but total grumpiness!!  On Friday, February 16th, Aunt Tammy and Angela flew down to visit for a few days.  The Monkeys and I drove to Phoenix to meet them, then went to lunch with there next door neighbor, Zach.  Over the weekend, we went to Nagits (gymnastics) on Saturday and the Deer Farm on Monday.  I got to get our with "the girls" and do a little shopping and have some "Me" time.  I took Aunt Tam and Angh back to Phoenix on Tuesday while the Monkeys stayed with some friends.  The whole rest of the week we had something to to everyday: Wednesday was Nagits, Thursday was Recipe Club (with MOMS Club) and Friday we had Dr. appointments. &lt;br /&gt;The Dr. appointment was our two year check up (almost 2 months later because the Dr. is so busy).  Everyone is doing well and are typical 2 year olds.  Cameron weighs 29.5 lbs and is 34-1/2" tall, Izaac is also 29.5lbs and is 34" tall.  Zoe is still the petite on at 24.5lbs and 33 inches tall. &lt;br /&gt;That's all the updates for now.  Keep checking back for more trials and tribulations of "Three Little Monkeys".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794733136212535268-5883683324647597526?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/5883683324647597526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=5883683324647597526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/5883683324647597526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/5883683324647597526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2007/02/were-still-here.html' title='We&apos;re still here!'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-1313629666615242457</id><published>2007-02-13T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:35:00.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to see Granma</title><content type='html'>Two days later and I'm still trying to recover from a short overnight trip to Monticello, Utah to visit with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Granma&lt;/span&gt; Peggy.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Granma&lt;/span&gt; was back in the States for a week and needed to get her "baby fix" so we agreed to meet her halfway (between CO &amp; AZ).  We stayed at the &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; hotel that had an indoor pool for the kids to swim in.  They had a great time!!!  Being the "off" season, there was hardly anybody else in the hotel so the kids could pretty much run up and down the halls and not disturb anyone.  Of course, the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fimming&lt;/span&gt; cool" as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Izaac&lt;/span&gt; would say, was the best part of the stay.  We played in the "cool" for about an hour then had a heck of a time getting them out.  We went for pizza and one of the three restaurants in town and again, there was hardly anybody there so the kids ran &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;amuck&lt;/span&gt;.  All in all, a good time was had by all, but hotel stays are hard on mom because I can't sleep in the same room as those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;monkeys&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Granma&lt;/span&gt; heads back to the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hamma's&lt;/span&gt;" (another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Izaac&lt;/span&gt; word) today and we wish her a safe trip.  We love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Granma&lt;/span&gt;, tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Granpa&lt;/span&gt; "Hi!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794733136212535268-1313629666615242457?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/1313629666615242457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=1313629666615242457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/1313629666615242457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/1313629666615242457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2007/02/trip-to-see-granma.html' title='A Trip to see Granma'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-1024365157869508437</id><published>2007-02-02T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T20:50:34.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Safe Then Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today stated out the same as any other day except for when Zoe gets out of bed and starts complaining the she has a "boo boo". She kept grabbing at her pj's like maybe she had something poking her so I took off ther 'jams and nothing. She started walking around and she was limping and favoring her left foot. She would only walk a couple of steps then want me to "help me" or "hold me" so I ended up carrying her around the house all morning. The top of her food was a little swollen and she wouldn't let me touch her foot so I thought I would just let her be for a little while. We had playgroup, so we went to that and the poor little thing either sat on the couch or had Mommy "hold me" the whole time. I could tell she really wanted to play but it hurt too much to walk on it. So I called the Dr. and they were able to get us in late this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027165048795673090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/RcQT-hC5sgI/AAAAAAAAABw/2vCACfbMnYo/s320/zoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to the Dr. and she looked at the foot and tryed to touch it, but Zoe likes Drs. SO much, she threw a fit!!! Next we were sent down to radiology to have "pictures of our bones" (that's what I had to tell Zoe they were doing) and you would have thought some one was pulling her teeth. She cried and scream, but a soon as the two ladies were done, she waved to them and said "bye bye" in her sweet little voice. Back upstair to the Dr. There is no break or fracture so it's probably just a sprain or a severe bruise. How she got it? We'll never know!!! So now, she's limping around the house asking for Mom or Dad to "hold me". It sounds very sad, but it is VERY cute watching her limp around the house. Dr. said she'll be good as new in a day or two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4794733136212535268-1024365157869508437?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/1024365157869508437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=1024365157869508437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/1024365157869508437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/1024365157869508437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2007/02/better-safe-then-sorry.html' title='Better Safe Then Sorry'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/RcQT-hC5sgI/AAAAAAAAABw/2vCACfbMnYo/s72-c/zoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794733136212535268.post-1808306374352315290</id><published>2007-01-28T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:20:24.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 year update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025347335281214210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/Rb2exqhkgwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zTT_dKRUCS8/s320/Cameron2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We are two weeks into "the terrible twos" and some days are better then others. We actually have more good days than bad but the bad days sure are rough!!! Everybody has been healthy (knock on wood) with the exception of a few little colds here and there. Izaac and Zoe have a vocabulary that grows more and more everyday. I need to start writing down everything they say, sometimes it's just too funny. The other day I asked the kids if they wanted to help me change the sheets on the beds, Izaac looked at me and said "Change the sheeps?". Now who wouldn't laugh at that?! Cameron has a few words but he's pretty quiet for the most part. I think he has his brother and sister there to talk for him. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025347343871148818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/Rb2eyKhkgxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ks_M7lLFz_g/s320/Zoe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Zoe is defiantly the queen of tantrums. She knows how to cry and throw herself on the floor and roll around. Rhett &amp; I think its funny to watch her and that just makes her even more angry. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025347343871148834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/Rb2eyKhkgyI/AAAAAAAAABE/2lRghXdEFkU/s320/Izaac2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They are all very energetic and active. We are doing gymnastics once a week (thanks to Papa and Great Grandma &amp; Grandpa Peterson). It's really not gymnastics, the kids mostly just run around and do their own thing for 45 minutes. The coach tries to do "organized" activities but how many 2 year olds do you know listen to directions? Zoe has really taken to it and likes to come home and show Daddy what she did at "nagits". Mommy can't wait for summer to get here so we can start spending more time outside. I used to not mind winter, that was before I was in the house 24/7 with three toddlers!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025347352461083442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/Rb2eyqhkgzI/AAAAAAAAABM/EftakvWtCow/s320/s42358ca104760_10_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KISSES!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a great week!&lt;/strong&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/4794733136212535268-1808306374352315290?l=3littlemonkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/feeds/1808306374352315290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4794733136212535268&amp;postID=1808306374352315290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/1808306374352315290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4794733136212535268/posts/default/1808306374352315290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlemonkies.blogspot.com/2007/01/2-year-update.html' title='2 year update'/><author><name>Three Little Monkeys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCkKv1hdpHE/Rb2exqhkgwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zTT_dKRUCS8/s72-c/Cameron2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
