<?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-6806153934864004606</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:04:29.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from the mouth of my babe</title><subtitle type='html'>life views from the eyes of my kids as they grow up</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nat</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>343</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806153934864004606.post-5403698282655326775</id><published>2012-01-19T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T10:54:45.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon didn't say that, did he?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Mommy taught Bbears how to play Simon Says...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "Simon says touch your head. Simon says touch your nose, Simon says wiggle your bum.  Ok buddy, your turn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears: &lt;/b&gt;"Simon says touch your mouth.  Simon says touch your eye.  Simon says touch your boobies!  Simon says touch your boobies!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-5403698282655326775?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5403698282655326775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=5403698282655326775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/5403698282655326775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/5403698282655326775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/simon-didnt-say-that-did-he.html' title='Simon didn&apos;t say that, did he?!'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-1641432161307903373</id><published>2012-01-08T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:05:26.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>see daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Daddy took Peanut to her brownies event where they were singing Christmas carols to the residents of a long term care nursing facility.  Bbears came along for the drive but daddy dropped Peanut off and took Bbears to the local park for a while.  When they got back, Peanut and her friends were still not quite finished, so daddy decided they'd wait outside the door just to avoid Bbears running around like a monkey inside the room.  Bbears really wanted in the room so he was getting  a little impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they were done so daddy took Bbears inside.  The residents looked over to them and Bbears said "HI!" to them all, they responded with hellos back.  Bbears turned to daddy and loudly stated  for all to hear:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "SEE daddy!  They're not bad people!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-1641432161307903373?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1641432161307903373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=1641432161307903373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1641432161307903373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1641432161307903373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/see-daddy.html' title='see daddy'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-6273545182333138121</id><published>2012-01-08T11:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:05:52.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hungry counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Early one morning, Bbears was looking out the window in the morning counting all the cars in the driveways on our street...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "One, two, free, four, fibe, six, seben, eight, nine, ten, cereal!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-6273545182333138121?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6273545182333138121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=6273545182333138121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6273545182333138121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6273545182333138121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/bbears-was-looking-out-window-in.html' title='hungry counting'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-6318751711547940993</id><published>2012-01-08T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:00:33.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>carrots</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Bbears has a phobia of vegetables and will not eat them no matter what!  Mommy was trying to get him to at least try a carrot...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "Did you know that carrots are really good for you?  They help your eyes so that you can see better in the dark"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "No, I don't like carrots.  I don't need carrots to see in the dark....I'll just use a flashlight!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-6318751711547940993?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6318751711547940993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=6318751711547940993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6318751711547940993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6318751711547940993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2012/01/carrots.html' title='carrots'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-4680193615601654553</id><published>2011-11-22T14:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T14:12:50.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>boy guides....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Peanut has joined girl guides and is enjoying the fun she's having, which is leaving Bbears a little left out....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "I want to go to sparks too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "Well buddy, it's only for girls, and you're too little right now anyway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears: &lt;/b&gt;"I know, I'll put on a dress and dress up to look like Dora and then I can go to sparks! That's perfect"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-4680193615601654553?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4680193615601654553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=4680193615601654553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4680193615601654553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4680193615601654553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/boy-guides.html' title='boy guides....?'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-303436081677587218</id><published>2011-11-16T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T15:35:14.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese for Peanut</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "Mommy, my friend from school told me she used to live in China"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "no sweety, she didn't, I know her family"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "No mommy, it's true, she lived there cause she can talk in Chinese!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "Really?  What did she say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut: &lt;/b&gt;"Well, I don't understand cause I don't speak Chinese but she told me what it meant in English, she said a bunch of stuff"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy: &lt;/b&gt;"Well, I'm sorry but I think she may be pulling your leg sweets"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "No, it's true!  She even said my name in Chinese!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-303436081677587218?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/303436081677587218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=303436081677587218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/303436081677587218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/303436081677587218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/chinese-for-peanut.html' title='Chinese for Peanut'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-4683427972314755341</id><published>2011-11-16T15:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T15:30:51.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the great idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Bbears had gotten in trouble for not listening, so he went up to his room to pout, when mommy overheard him talking to himself trying to get mommy to not be upset with him.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears: &lt;/b&gt;"Mommy is cross.  I know, that's the perfect idea, I take mommy's pillow and I bash it to her head and then she not be cross anymore cause its so funny"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-4683427972314755341?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4683427972314755341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=4683427972314755341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4683427972314755341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4683427972314755341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/great-idea.html' title='the great idea'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-339059940173971944</id><published>2011-11-16T15:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T15:27:35.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bbears: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(eating a sucker from his halloween candy) &lt;/i&gt;"mmmmmmm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy: &lt;/b&gt;"Is it yummy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "Nope!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-339059940173971944?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/339059940173971944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=339059940173971944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/339059940173971944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/339059940173971944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/yucker.html' title='yucker'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-8365183919999761961</id><published>2011-11-16T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T15:26:24.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chili heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Bbears has a phobia of vegetables, its something that we're trying to work on but this boy is very strong willed in his utter and absolute dislike of them.  One night at dinner, which was delicious homemade chili....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;i&gt;(picks up a kidney bean)&lt;/i&gt; "What's this vegetable?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "That's not a vegetable, it's a bean, it's really yummy, try it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears: &lt;/b&gt;"No, its not yummy, it makes me on fire"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-8365183919999761961?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8365183919999761961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=8365183919999761961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/8365183919999761961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/8365183919999761961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/chili-heat.html' title='chili heat'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-3835093511936237257</id><published>2011-10-04T20:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T20:34:49.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bunky stink</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "What's that smell? it smells bunky.  That means weird"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-3835093511936237257?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3835093511936237257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=3835093511936237257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3835093511936237257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3835093511936237257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/bunky-stink.html' title='bunky stink'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-1032822627618450257</id><published>2011-10-04T09:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T09:05:06.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Every toy on every commercial he ever sees....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "MOMMY!! THAT ONE!!! THAT ONE MOMMY!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-1032822627618450257?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1032822627618450257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=1032822627618450257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1032822627618450257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1032822627618450257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/every-toy-on-every-commercial-he-ever.html' title='Every toy on every commercial he ever sees....'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-6689858002183673991</id><published>2011-10-04T09:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T09:04:37.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not quite right</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Mommy was busy with the baby so daddy got Bbears ready for bed and in his bed.  Bbears was waiting for mommy to come in to get him to bed. When mommy came in the room, Bbears was sitting up in his bed looking concerned....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy: &lt;/b&gt;"What's wrong buddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears: &lt;/b&gt;"Mommy, something's not quite right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "What's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "Something's not quite right. I didn't read a story yet"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-6689858002183673991?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6689858002183673991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=6689858002183673991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6689858002183673991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6689858002183673991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-quite-right.html' title='not quite right'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-6045191333162424137</id><published>2011-10-04T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T09:02:37.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bedtime routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Every night after mommy reads Bbears his books and says our prayers, Bbears has to say the same thing, and mommy has to respond with the same answer, or he will get upset. Such a child of routine...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "Mommy, tomorrow I gonna go outside and ride my Dora bike and play outside on the street but watch to the cars so the cars don't get under to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "Yes, but that won't happen because you'll be careful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "Because I love you and I don't want you to get hurt"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-6045191333162424137?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6045191333162424137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=6045191333162424137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6045191333162424137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6045191333162424137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/bedtime-routine.html' title='bedtime routine'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-2623989176168622935</id><published>2011-10-04T08:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T09:05:19.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>big moma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "Mommy, i like you, you're so big and cool"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-2623989176168622935?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2623989176168622935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=2623989176168622935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2623989176168622935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2623989176168622935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/bog-moma.html' title='big moma!'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-2492578468173108802</id><published>2011-10-04T08:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T08:59:29.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In control</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;One night at the dinner table while we were trying to have a conversation with Peanut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "Everybody calm down!  Everybody, Calm down!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-2492578468173108802?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2492578468173108802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=2492578468173108802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2492578468173108802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2492578468173108802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-control.html' title='In control'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-4693033441612371029</id><published>2011-10-04T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T08:58:39.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bean-bies</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Bbears still has an obsession with boobies, though he's learned to control himself for the most part and usually keeps his hands to himself.  One night he forgot....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "Are you going to like boobies this much when you grow up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears: &lt;/b&gt;"Ya!  I love boobies!  They are like beans!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-4693033441612371029?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4693033441612371029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=4693033441612371029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4693033441612371029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4693033441612371029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/bean-bies.html' title='bean-bies'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-2294665399994569275</id><published>2011-10-04T08:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T08:56:21.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>toot toot</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Bbears was playing when he let out a long toot....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "Was that a toot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears: &lt;/b&gt;"No....It was three toots"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-2294665399994569275?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2294665399994569275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=2294665399994569275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2294665399994569275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2294665399994569275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/10/toot-toot.html' title='toot toot'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-3014420503133375012</id><published>2011-09-14T10:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:10:57.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dvd experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Bbears wanted to watch a movie, he picked one of his Thomas the Train ones...&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears: &lt;/b&gt;"Mommy, I want to watch this one, this is Thomas and friends dvd experience"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-3014420503133375012?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3014420503133375012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=3014420503133375012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3014420503133375012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3014420503133375012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/09/dvd-experience.html' title='dvd experience'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-698278605899861504</id><published>2011-09-14T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:09:10.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the policy</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Peanut came home from school during the first week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "Mommy, I need you to tell me what the policy is, cause I don't know what it is but I really have to know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy: &lt;/b&gt;"What policy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "I don't know, but I have to know what it is cause the principal said hands off the policy, but how do I make sure I don't touch it if I don't even know what it is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "Oh, hands off policy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "Ya, so you have to show me what the policy is so I don't ever touch it"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-698278605899861504?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/698278605899861504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=698278605899861504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/698278605899861504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/698278605899861504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/09/policy.html' title='the policy'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-532395951190257963</id><published>2011-08-20T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T16:24:29.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lil brother love</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Mommy was talking to Bbears at bedtime while holding his baby sister 'Wowo' (as he calls her), his big sister had been away for a week and he was missing her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "Wowo is cute"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "Yes she is, and so are you, and Peanut, all my kids are super cute"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears: &lt;/b&gt;"I cute, Wowo's cute, but not Peanut"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "You don't think Peanut is cute?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "No, Peanut's too big, she's not cute, she's pretty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "You think she's pretty &lt;i&gt;(heart melting&lt;/i&gt;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears: &lt;/b&gt;"Yes, she's pretty, she has a pretty dress, she's so cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-532395951190257963?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/532395951190257963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=532395951190257963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/532395951190257963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/532395951190257963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/08/lil-brother-love.html' title='lil brother love'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-9044844927228293738</id><published>2011-08-13T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T11:55:10.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sisterly love</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Peanut was spending some time away with her grandparents, so she called to talk to her little brother who she missed and who equally missed her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut: &lt;/b&gt;"What are you wearing Bbears?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "He's wearing a striped shirt and his beige shorts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "Oh, I remember that shirt and those shorts, I'm imagining it in my mind right now, I miss those shorts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-9044844927228293738?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/9044844927228293738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=9044844927228293738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/9044844927228293738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/9044844927228293738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/08/sisterly-love.html' title='sisterly love'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-4064648760168402379</id><published>2011-08-13T11:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T11:52:17.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tootmorning</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Bbears had woken up but was waiting in his room for mommy and daddy to open the gate so he could get out. He called out for mommy and daddy to open the gate, we told him just a minute, then daddy ripped one, quite loudly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daddy:&lt;/b&gt; (toots from bedroom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; (from his own room) "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-4064648760168402379?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4064648760168402379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=4064648760168402379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4064648760168402379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4064648760168402379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/08/tootmorning.html' title='tootmorning'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-8533663471257431578</id><published>2011-08-13T11:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T11:50:25.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate poop</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Bbears was looking at a Thomas the Tank book he had found at his cousins' house called "Percy and the chocolate crunch" where Percy the train gets covered in a chocolatey mess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "Percy's all dirty, he's got poop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "It's not poop, it's chocolate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then Aunt H comes in the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "See, it's Percy's chocolate crunch, it's not poop, it's chocolate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-8533663471257431578?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8533663471257431578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=8533663471257431578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/8533663471257431578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/8533663471257431578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/08/chocolate-poop.html' title='chocolate poop'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-4292376803722078255</id><published>2011-08-13T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T11:48:00.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bbear-isms</title><content type='html'>Grocery store = grocery "storm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunscreen = sun "scream"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deisel 10 (from Thomas the train) = Deisel "tent"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-4292376803722078255?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4292376803722078255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=4292376803722078255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4292376803722078255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4292376803722078255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/08/bbear-isms.html' title='Bbear-isms'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-8943692492683891242</id><published>2011-08-04T11:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T11:43:56.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "It's your special day since it's your birthday, so what would like for dinner tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears: &lt;/b&gt;"A cheese ball!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-8943692492683891242?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8943692492683891242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=8943692492683891242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/8943692492683891242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/8943692492683891242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/08/birthday-dinner.html' title='birthday dinner'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-8225291072928460236</id><published>2011-08-04T11:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T11:42:35.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>grumpypants</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Bbreas snapped at mommy because he was being impatient and wanted help fixing a toy he'd demolished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy: &lt;/b&gt;"Don't be rude"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears: &lt;/b&gt;"I'm not being rude, I'm grumpy!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-8225291072928460236?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8225291072928460236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=8225291072928460236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/8225291072928460236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/8225291072928460236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/08/grumpypants.html' title='grumpypants'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-5490321203200162623</id><published>2011-07-15T09:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T09:44:56.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mommy's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;First thing when the kids woke up on mommy's birthday morning, here's what they each said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut: &lt;/b&gt;"Happy birthday mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "Mommy, I had a dirty poop"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-5490321203200162623?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5490321203200162623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=5490321203200162623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/5490321203200162623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/5490321203200162623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/07/mommys-birthday.html' title='mommy&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-2366788711899034787</id><published>2011-07-15T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T09:44:06.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Peanut was outside playing with her friends when she came back home to tell us something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut: &lt;/b&gt;"Daddy, Noah just told me that he has a crush on me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daddy:&lt;/b&gt; "Oh, well what did you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "Well, I said it quietly so he wouldn't hear but I said 'Awkward'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-2366788711899034787?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2366788711899034787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=2366788711899034787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2366788711899034787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2366788711899034787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/07/crush.html' title='crush'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-3154242838735496913</id><published>2011-07-11T10:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T10:03:37.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>grand-mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Bbears is celebrating his 3rd birthday soon, mommy was telling him all about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "You're going to be 3 soon! Your birthday is coming up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BBears:&lt;/b&gt; "Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "Is his birthday the next birthday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy: &lt;/b&gt;"Well, first it's my birthday, the Bbears"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "How old will you be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "32"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "Is that old?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "Kinda"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "Are you going to look like a grandma?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-3154242838735496913?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3154242838735496913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=3154242838735496913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3154242838735496913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3154242838735496913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/07/grand-mommy.html' title='grand-mommy'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-7886652164671065703</id><published>2011-07-03T10:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:35:23.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sundae poops</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;We all went out for some ice cream, while we were enjoying it, Peanut had to use the ladies room...which mommy had specifically asked right before we had left the house to which she had said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "I just asked you before we left, did you have to then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "No, it just came now.  It's because of the sundae I'm eating.  Sundae's give you energy and energy makes you poop or pee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "Yes, sometimes the ice cream melts and that turns into pee and sometimes it just goes into a little ball and that's poop"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-7886652164671065703?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7886652164671065703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=7886652164671065703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/7886652164671065703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/7886652164671065703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/07/sundae-poops.html' title='sundae poops'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-7651846087362516321</id><published>2011-07-03T10:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:32:14.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>scratchin bobos</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Bbears has a little problem with picking his bobos and scratching mosquito bites till they turn into mountainous bobos to then continuously scratch, it's a neverending cycle.  So, he regularly gets told not to scratch his bobos.  One day he spots a bobo on mommy's leg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "Mommy, you not to scratch you bobo, ok?  You understand mommy?  Look at me mommy, do you understand?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-7651846087362516321?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7651846087362516321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=7651846087362516321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/7651846087362516321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/7651846087362516321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/07/scratchin-bobos.html' title='scratchin bobos'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-4062364015533400452</id><published>2011-06-22T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T12:11:24.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Mommy may have slipped a bad word in front of Bbears....luckily he can't quite get the pronounciation right....&lt;br /&gt;While watching Dora on TV, Bbears always asks if another one is coming on because on the dvds there are 3 or 4 episodes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "mommy, is another one coming on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "Nope, this is on TV, there's only 1 episode"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "Oh bug!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-4062364015533400452?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4062364015533400452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=4062364015533400452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4062364015533400452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4062364015533400452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-bug.html' title='oh bug'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-6853017508693989547</id><published>2011-06-22T12:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T12:09:17.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Napaneze</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;We were on our way home from a visit with family...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut: &lt;/b&gt;"Where are we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy: &lt;/b&gt;"In a town called Napanee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut: &lt;/b&gt;"Oh.  How do you say 'hello' in Napaneze?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-6853017508693989547?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6853017508693989547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=6853017508693989547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6853017508693989547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6853017508693989547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/06/napaneze.html' title='Napaneze'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-4052867657485454885</id><published>2011-06-16T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T09:55:23.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Bbears has a new response to his questions, no matter what the answer is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "Mommy, what's that" / "Mommy, what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(doesn't really matter what the answer is, today I responded with, "it's just a thing")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "Oooooh, that's why"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-4052867657485454885?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4052867657485454885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=4052867657485454885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4052867657485454885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4052867657485454885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-why.html' title='This is why'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-6580554102019393718</id><published>2011-06-10T09:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:41:53.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mother nature...or something like it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;When we had a big storm, Peanut had a lot of questions about why it was happening...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "So, why does mother weather want to storm on us?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-6580554102019393718?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6580554102019393718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=6580554102019393718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6580554102019393718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6580554102019393718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/06/mother-natureor-something-like-it.html' title='mother nature...or something like it..'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-5569011430075571559</id><published>2011-06-10T09:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:39:34.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Power outage</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;We had a big storm the other day and it caused the power to go off, Peanut was a little confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "Why did all the lights just go out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "Because there's a power outage from the storm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "But the sink's power still works?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-5569011430075571559?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5569011430075571559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=5569011430075571559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/5569011430075571559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/5569011430075571559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/06/power-outage.html' title='Power outage'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-1935578216552348147</id><published>2011-06-07T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:23:46.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Mommy bought a new pool floaty for both Peanut and Bbears, a queen swan and a lightning McQueen, to use in grandma and grandpa's pool.  Of course they had to be blown up the second we got home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "Please, I want to go to grandma and grandpa's ocean"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-1935578216552348147?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1935578216552348147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=1935578216552348147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1935578216552348147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1935578216552348147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/06/ocean.html' title='ocean'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-1699121664358303135</id><published>2011-06-07T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:21:31.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>anything's a song</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Walking through the garden centre, the kids were playing around and dropping stuff on the ground, including Bbear's sippy cup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "Guys, don't drop things on the ground here, there's bad stuff on the ground like manure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "What's manure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy: &lt;/b&gt;"It helps plants grow, but it's actually animal poop so it's bad for us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;singing,&lt;/i&gt; "Animal poop, animal poop, animal poop..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The singing continued throughout the shopping, while standing in line at the cash, while loading up our purchases in the van, and even a few days later while at the dr. office for our checkup.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-1699121664358303135?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1699121664358303135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=1699121664358303135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1699121664358303135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1699121664358303135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/06/anythings-song.html' title='anything&apos;s a song'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-5754108625885291646</id><published>2011-05-31T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T09:12:55.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen barbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Peanut was playing with her barbies and mommy overheard the following discussion between barbie a and barbie b...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;i&gt;Barbie a:&lt;/i&gt; "No, you're fired, I fired you, but I can unfire you"&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;i&gt;Barbie b:&lt;/i&gt; "Can you do that? Is that allowed?"&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;i&gt;Barbie a:&lt;/i&gt; "I can do anything, I'm the queen of England"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-5754108625885291646?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5754108625885291646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=5754108625885291646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/5754108625885291646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/5754108625885291646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/05/queen-barbie.html' title='Queen barbie'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-2788536043419226209</id><published>2011-05-31T09:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T09:09:49.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>potty time</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;So we're trying to convince Bbears to use the potty, he's almost 3 and has NO interest in it at all.  Mommy knows he has a huge sweettooth for marshmallows, so the attempted bribery is on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "I want a marshmallow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "Well, if you use the potty like a big boy, you can have a marshmallow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears: &lt;/b&gt;"I don't want the potty, I want to use the toilet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "But you said the big toilet hurts you cause it's too big so that's why you need the smaller potty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "Well, I want to use the medium one"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-2788536043419226209?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2788536043419226209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=2788536043419226209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2788536043419226209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2788536043419226209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/05/potty-time.html' title='potty time'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-4795528103977340633</id><published>2011-05-29T19:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T19:27:11.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hunger wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Bbears was hungry, as usual, and was looking in the pantry cupboard when mommy walked into the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "What are you looking for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "I want, I want...I want.... I want something to want"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-4795528103977340633?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4795528103977340633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=4795528103977340633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4795528103977340633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4795528103977340633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/05/hunger-wants.html' title='hunger wants'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-8146690841762624491</id><published>2011-05-23T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T19:47:38.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>overheard</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Peanut and Bbears were going to start playing when mommy overheard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "Ok, do you want to be Peach or Todd?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy: &lt;/b&gt;"Who's Peach and who's Todd?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut:&lt;/b&gt; "We're playing Mario (Nintendo) and I'm going to be Princess Peach and Bbears can be Todd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "Who's Todd?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut: &lt;/b&gt;"The little mushroom guy, you know, Todd!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(his name is really Toad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-8146690841762624491?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8146690841762624491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=8146690841762624491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/8146690841762624491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/8146690841762624491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/05/overheard.html' title='overheard'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-3606465323115390605</id><published>2011-05-23T19:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T19:48:21.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>buzzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;We were playing out in the yard when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears: &lt;/b&gt;"Mommy, mommy! There's a bee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy:&lt;/b&gt; "It's ok bud, just don't bug it and it'll go away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bbears:&lt;/b&gt; "It's goinna swipe my hat!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-3606465323115390605?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3606465323115390605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=3606465323115390605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3606465323115390605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3606465323115390605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/05/buzzzzz.html' title='buzzzzz'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-1097297194893310246</id><published>2011-05-20T09:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:35:08.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>B - for baseball - bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut started T-ball, so much fun!  Bbears was playing catch with his glove and ball while we watched his big sis play her first game.  He would throw the ball up and close his eyes in fear of it hittin him as it came back down, which of course meant that he couldn't see it to catch it. Very cute.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bbears: &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;after missing his first catch) &lt;/em&gt;"Not quite, try again"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-1097297194893310246?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1097297194893310246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=1097297194893310246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1097297194893310246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1097297194893310246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/05/b-for-baseball-bears.html' title='B - for baseball - bears'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-1515453218471930894</id><published>2011-05-20T09:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:32:45.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not cool mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Mommy was dancing to some tunes for Peanut and Bbears.  Peanut didn't look too impressed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "You don't like my dance moves?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Well, it's not that I don't like them, it's just that they're really not that cool"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-1515453218471930894?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1515453218471930894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=1515453218471930894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1515453218471930894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1515453218471930894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-cool-mom.html' title='not cool mom'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-7160690670572909464</id><published>2011-05-16T13:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T13:47:15.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>southern charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Mommy and Peanut were playing games at lunch time, trying to get Bbears to eat his food, and despite the don't play with your food rule of thumb, we were, well, playing with our food.  Mommy was putting the food on the fork and then pretending the fork was an airplane, train, car, boat, shopping cart, old man, jogger, etc.  Peanut decided she wanted to be an old lady, mommy was helping her to try to sound like a really old lady...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh, I'm an old lady walking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy: &lt;/strong&gt;"You have to make your voice sound higher and more shakey, and say things like 'you whippersnapper kids these days with your TVs and your video games.  When I was a kid we only had a piece of string and a rock to play with'".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "ok, 'you kids these days, with your TVs, when I was a kid I only had a piece of string and an ice cube to play with'" (at this point she had taken on a southern accent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh so you're from the deep south are y'all?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; (still in southern character) "well, it's just that I don't really know how to talk"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-7160690670572909464?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7160690670572909464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=7160690670572909464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/7160690670572909464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/7160690670572909464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/05/southern-charm.html' title='southern charm'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-4792648201290129322</id><published>2011-05-16T09:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T10:00:03.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>boy o boy, he's a boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Daddy was on the computer checking out some sports sites to get the scores and updates.  Bbears was hanging out looking at the computer screen.  At the bottom of the screen there was an add for something featuring some scantily clad ladies (not that kind of website - don't worry)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bbears: &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;pointing to ladies with a huge smile on his face)&lt;/em&gt; "I want this one daddy, this one, oh yea, this one!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-4792648201290129322?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4792648201290129322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=4792648201290129322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4792648201290129322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4792648201290129322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/05/boy-o-boy-hes-boy.html' title='boy o boy, he&apos;s a boy'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-8276638908694120046</id><published>2011-05-16T09:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T09:55:32.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>when I grow up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; "What do you want to be when you grow up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "A rock star!  But then when I'm a parent I'll be a doctor, or a vet because they help doggies and I love doggies!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-8276638908694120046?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8276638908694120046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=8276638908694120046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/8276638908694120046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/8276638908694120046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-i-grow-up.html' title='when I grow up'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-9130957406207935599</id><published>2011-05-16T09:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T09:53:47.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one, two, me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bbears:&lt;/strong&gt; "Mommy, I hungry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Me too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bbears:&lt;/strong&gt; "Me three!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-9130957406207935599?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/9130957406207935599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=9130957406207935599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/9130957406207935599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/9130957406207935599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-two-me.html' title='one, two, me!'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-6080924874333017156</id><published>2011-05-16T09:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T09:53:02.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great big gate</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Bbears has a gate up at his door at night so that he doesn't escape his room and tumble down the stairs while we're all asleep. So when he wakes up in the morning, he usually calls for mommy or daddy to come take the gate down to set him free.  But one morning he coined a new title for the gate...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bbears: &lt;/strong&gt;"Mommy, I want to get out from the big wall of China"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-6080924874333017156?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6080924874333017156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=6080924874333017156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6080924874333017156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6080924874333017156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/05/great-big-gate.html' title='Great big gate'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-1042038781607374942</id><published>2011-05-15T09:30:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T09:33:33.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Egos</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We were having Ego waffles for breakfast that mommy bought, Bbears had never tried them before and is sometimes finicky about his pancakes, so mommy wasn't sure if he'd like them or not...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bbears:&lt;/strong&gt; "I love this cupcake!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-1042038781607374942?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1042038781607374942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=1042038781607374942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1042038781607374942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1042038781607374942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/05/egos.html' title='Egos'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-3586728084576350514</id><published>2011-05-15T09:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T09:33:04.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>g'nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Goodnight my sweet prince"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bbears:&lt;/strong&gt; "Goodnight mommy true princess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I love this guy!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-3586728084576350514?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3586728084576350514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=3586728084576350514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3586728084576350514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3586728084576350514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/05/gnights.html' title='g&apos;nights'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-5648559386979553016</id><published>2011-05-12T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:50:57.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bbears: &lt;/strong&gt;"All done at the grocery storm"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-5648559386979553016?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5648559386979553016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=5648559386979553016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/5648559386979553016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/5648559386979553016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/05/shopping.html' title='shopping'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-3447549299398789038</id><published>2011-05-12T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:37:43.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut's back</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Mommy, can we go to Disney World Vacations for 5 days and 4 nights?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-3447549299398789038?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3447549299398789038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=3447549299398789038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3447549299398789038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3447549299398789038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/05/peanuts-back.html' title='Peanut&apos;s back'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-4623571382964853604</id><published>2011-04-15T10:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T10:54:31.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>carry you</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;On the way back to the house after dropping big sister Peanut off at the bus stop for school, mommy is wearing the baby bjorn carrier with newborn baby sister in tow...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bbear: &lt;/strong&gt;"Mommy, I carry you?" &lt;em&gt;(which means 'carry me')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy: &lt;/strong&gt;"Sorry bud, I can't, I'm carrying your baby sister"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bbear: &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;stops on the spot and points to the street)&lt;/em&gt; "Put baby down mommy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-4623571382964853604?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4623571382964853604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=4623571382964853604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4623571382964853604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4623571382964853604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/04/carry-you.html' title='carry you'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-3841582190961478447</id><published>2011-03-28T13:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:51:08.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lil bro's turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So, it begins already, lil bro is quick to step up to the role of hilarious kid...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bbear:&lt;/strong&gt; "Slam Bang Bang!" &lt;em&gt;(hitting daddy on the head with a DVD case)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ouch, hey, that's not nice, no hitting.  What do you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bbear: &lt;/strong&gt;"Thank you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy: &lt;/strong&gt;"No, what do you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bbear:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(pauses to think, then bends down and whispers in daddy's ear)&lt;/em&gt; "Go to sleep daddy....go to sleep"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-3841582190961478447?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3841582190961478447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=3841582190961478447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3841582190961478447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3841582190961478447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/03/lil-bros-turn.html' title='lil bro&apos;s turn'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-665369267416569970</id><published>2011-03-09T13:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T14:05:57.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not retiring, quite yet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So, I know it's been a while and the posts are getting fewer and farther between, Peanut is just getting too darn smart as she gets older and the things coming out of her mouth are surprising due to their sheer intelligence not so much their absolute cute ironic misconstrued childlike view of things anymore.  It's sad, but at the same time her lil bro Bbear is talking more and more each day, so it won't be long before this 2 and a half year old prince takes over his big sister's blog.  So, to the readers, we are not retiring, we are taking a mid-sabbatacal and will return shortly with the views of Peanut's lil brother, who idolizes his big sis and has a strong, amazing and silly personailty of his own so there's bound to be some fun reading ahead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mommy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-665369267416569970?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/665369267416569970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=665369267416569970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/665369267416569970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/665369267416569970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-retiring-quite-yet.html' title='not retiring, quite yet...'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-2208450643939284497</id><published>2011-03-09T13:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T13:58:50.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>matern-tity photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Mommy had a friend who's a photographer come over to take some professional pictures of our family, and then to take some maternity photos of mommy who's expecting a baby brother or sister for Peanut and BBear.  Mommy had on a sports bra type top for the photos to show the belly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Mommy, how come he's taking pictures of your boobies?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-2208450643939284497?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2208450643939284497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=2208450643939284497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2208450643939284497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2208450643939284497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/03/matern-tity-photos.html' title='matern-tity photos'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-4644093431511706718</id><published>2011-03-09T13:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T13:56:17.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bed head</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut's hair was a total mess, I mean with bangs looking like an 80's rock star mullet mess...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy: &lt;/strong&gt;"Wow Peanut, your hair is something else right now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Whaddya mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "It's a big mess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "That's because I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-4644093431511706718?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4644093431511706718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=4644093431511706718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4644093431511706718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4644093431511706718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2011/03/bed-head.html' title='bed head'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-690206219906954255</id><published>2010-11-22T17:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:25:41.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twisteroos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"How much wood could a wood chuck chuck wood chuck wood chuck say wood chuck"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-690206219906954255?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/690206219906954255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=690206219906954255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/690206219906954255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/690206219906954255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/11/twisteroos.html' title='twisteroos'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-4253726586253453111</id><published>2010-11-22T17:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:24:45.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>training boobies</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Mommy, they have these boobie covers at the store for little girls, really I saw them!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-4253726586253453111?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4253726586253453111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=4253726586253453111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4253726586253453111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4253726586253453111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/11/training-boobies.html' title='training boobies'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-6510929238696843959</id><published>2010-10-31T09:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T09:06:34.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>husbands on the run</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut was telling us about who she sits next to in class...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "But I don't sit beside Nathan, he's got a new girlfriend now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"Yup, but I don't want to marry him any more so it's ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy: &lt;/strong&gt;"I thought you didn't want to marry anyone yet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"No, now I want to marry Adam, but he doesn't know yet.  Cause if I tell him that then he'll make me chase him to kiss him"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-6510929238696843959?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6510929238696843959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=6510929238696843959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6510929238696843959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6510929238696843959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/10/husbands-on-run.html' title='husbands on the run'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-3377567226623910829</id><published>2010-10-01T15:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T15:58:00.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>prayer for a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;At breakfast this morning, Peanut was talking about our family and the new addition on the way...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "There is 4 of us, but soon there will be 5 of us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy: &lt;/strong&gt;"Yup"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "I hope it's a girl cause I want to have a girl so I can play Barbies with her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Well, it'll be a while before the baby can play Barbies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"Well, I'll give her one without any clothes so she doesn't choke on them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "I think she'd just chew and drool on the Barbie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "I'm going to pray to God for a girl, because God's the one who brings the humans you know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Well, what's more important than if it's a girl or a boy is that the baby is healthy right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yes, ok, God, please make sure the baby is healthy....and a girl"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-3377567226623910829?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3377567226623910829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=3377567226623910829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3377567226623910829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3377567226623910829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/10/prayer-for-girl.html' title='prayer for a girl'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-1461441193926726932</id><published>2010-09-17T17:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T17:44:50.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>boyfriend...or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut came home from school with a story about what a boy said to her on the bus....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "What did he say to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "He just told me that he loved me and that he was going to marry me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Really?  Is he in your class?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"Yup, he told me that when he got home he was going to tell his mommy that he has a girlfriend and that it's me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy: &lt;/strong&gt;"Did he say that to all the girls?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Nope, just me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy: &lt;/strong&gt;"And what did you say back to him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "I told him that when I got home I was going to tell my mommy that I don't have a boyfriend"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-1461441193926726932?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1461441193926726932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=1461441193926726932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1461441193926726932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1461441193926726932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/09/boyfriendor-not.html' title='boyfriend...or not'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-1417788801038309816</id><published>2010-09-13T19:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:03:17.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>brother woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut's little brother was following her around the house as she was playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"Stop following me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "He just wants to hang out with you cause he loves you and he thinks your so much fun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"Well, it's annoying me.  It's annoying me and it's intriguing me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-1417788801038309816?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1417788801038309816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=1417788801038309816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1417788801038309816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1417788801038309816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/09/brother-woes.html' title='brother woes'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-8623477104548915876</id><published>2010-09-13T18:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:01:41.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hips n babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Mommy and Peanut were sitting together on a chair, it was a little tight...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Is this comfy for you? It's kinda squished cause mommy's big hips"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ya, why are your hips big?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy: &lt;/strong&gt;"Cause I've had 2 babies, when you have babies your hips get wider"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"Well, I hope you're done having babies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy: &lt;/strong&gt;"I've got a baby in my tummy right now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"I know, but after this one I hope you're done"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Cause, your hips are going to get way too big, and that might hurt you if they're too big and you can't fit in the chair"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-8623477104548915876?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8623477104548915876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=8623477104548915876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/8623477104548915876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/8623477104548915876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/09/hips-n-babies.html' title='hips n babies'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-912297696919497094</id><published>2010-09-13T18:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T18:59:01.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;On Peanut's first day of senior kindergarden when mommy came to pick her up from her day care after school...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "So, how was your first day back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "GREAT! I loved it and I made a new friend on the bus! She's in my class and she's on my bus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy: &lt;/strong&gt;"Oh that's great sweety!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"Ya, I saw her and I thought that I wanted to sit with her and be her friend because I liked the style of her face!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-912297696919497094?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/912297696919497094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=912297696919497094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/912297696919497094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/912297696919497094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-school.html' title='back to school'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-6652655061015290480</id><published>2010-07-18T19:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:17:02.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut was going to her friend's birthday party...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh, I can't believe I get to see my boyfriend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Your boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yes, cause I'm going to my boyfriend's birthday party"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "I didn't know he was your boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yes, because remember?  He gave me makeup for my birthday so that means he's my boyfriend!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-6652655061015290480?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6652655061015290480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=6652655061015290480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6652655061015290480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6652655061015290480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/07/boyfriend.html' title='Boyfriend'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-1208117001045302459</id><published>2010-07-18T19:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:15:02.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snap it out</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut was going to her best buddy's birthday party.  We were picking out a card for him at the store.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh, I know the perfect one, the one that he'll love the most.  The one that will make him say 'Oh yea, snap it out girlfriend! This is the best card ever!'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-1208117001045302459?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1208117001045302459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=1208117001045302459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1208117001045302459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1208117001045302459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/07/snap-it-out.html' title='Snap it out'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-7187847566469529565</id><published>2010-07-18T19:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:13:40.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"I think I'm going to be a man when I grow up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy and Mommy: &lt;/strong&gt;"What?! No, you'll be a woman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "No, I think I'll be a man, see, look at how much hair I have.  I have hair on my arms, my legs, everywhere."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-7187847566469529565?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7187847566469529565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=7187847566469529565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/7187847566469529565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/7187847566469529565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/07/hairy.html' title='Hairy'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-4766199875090877983</id><published>2010-06-30T12:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T12:43:02.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Humane Neighbor Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Mommy was complaining about the neighbor's kids (teens) who play basketball in front of their, mostly our, house.  When one spit into our garden mommy lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh my goodness, they're so disrespectful, that's just gross" &lt;em&gt;(definitely cleaned this one up for the blog readers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"Ugh, I know, I don't like them.  Why do they always have to do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Well Peanut, unfortunately you don't get to pick your neighbors"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Well, I wish you could!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Tell me about it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "I wish they were all just in cages and you could go and pick which ones you want"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Like puppies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ya! Then we'd only get the good ones."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-4766199875090877983?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4766199875090877983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=4766199875090877983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4766199875090877983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4766199875090877983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/06/humane-neighbor-society.html' title='Humane Neighbor Society'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-4263849588616743810</id><published>2010-06-26T13:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T13:32:53.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>target market acquired and accepted</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Mommy, on vacation time can we please go to Storyland, because that's the place where fantasy comes to life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-4263849588616743810?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4263849588616743810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=4263849588616743810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4263849588616743810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4263849588616743810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/06/target-market-acquired-and-accepted.html' title='target market acquired and accepted'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-9125409648775620916</id><published>2010-06-15T15:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:02:59.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "mommy, can we do something special as a treat today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "What are you thinking about doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"Can we get a puppy?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-9125409648775620916?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/9125409648775620916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=9125409648775620916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/9125409648775620916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/9125409648775620916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/06/surprise-treat.html' title='surprise treat'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-642456002555825463</id><published>2010-06-14T13:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:14:35.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>readalongs</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut was reading a book to her baby brother at bedtime when she paused at a word....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "It's 'shouted'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "I know, I just had to stop for a second to do something private in my mouth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Something private in your mouth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yes, I always have to stop sometimes to do that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "What did you have to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "It's private in my mouth.  I had to swallow some spit. It always happens every now and then"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-642456002555825463?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/642456002555825463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=642456002555825463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/642456002555825463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/642456002555825463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/06/readalongs.html' title='readalongs'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-6959462656593296895</id><published>2010-06-14T13:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:11:53.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cool boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut wanted to wear her boots outside on a warm sunny day to play.  These are not rain boots, but are actually suede maroon winter type zip up boots....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "No Peanut, it's sunny and nice out, you're not wearing your boots"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "But I want to"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "You'll look really silly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "No, they make me look cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...She ends up losing this battle as is outside in her running shoes playing.  After a while she comes inside and changes into her boots while mommy is busy with her baby bro and doesn't notice...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt; "Peanut, what are you wearing? I thought we told you not to wear your boots"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "But Dad!  They make me feel good, you don't understand, they change how I feel, my attitude, they make me feel braver!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-6959462656593296895?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6959462656593296895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=6959462656593296895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6959462656593296895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6959462656593296895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/06/cool-boots.html' title='cool boots'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-3277448803406326632</id><published>2010-04-30T13:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T13:38:51.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>burning ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We were eating breakfast one morning, Peanut was having oatmeal....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ooh, my ears are burning &lt;em&gt;(covers her ears with her hands)&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh, it's just every time I eat something hot, my ears burn"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-3277448803406326632?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3277448803406326632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=3277448803406326632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3277448803406326632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3277448803406326632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/burning-ears.html' title='burning ears'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-2658758731172535702</id><published>2010-04-22T16:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:47:01.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We were at the dr's office waiting to be seen while out of boredom and impatience, Peanut decided to play dr, mommy was her patient....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "So, what's bothering you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh, I'm just tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "No, don't you have anything wrong, like any applications on your body that are hurting you?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-2658758731172535702?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2658758731172535702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=2658758731172535702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2658758731172535702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2658758731172535702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/playing-doctor.html' title='Playing Doctor'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-4363700426236996736</id><published>2010-04-03T12:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T12:39:09.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner from heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Daddy, when we go to heaven is mommy still going to make supper, or is God going to make supper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; "I'm not sure, we'll have to ask Him when we get there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "What do you think He'll make us for supper?  Do you think He'll make macaroni and cheese? Do you think it's His favorite too?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-4363700426236996736?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4363700426236996736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=4363700426236996736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4363700426236996736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4363700426236996736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/dinner-from-heaven.html' title='dinner from heaven'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-105951230042738495</id><published>2010-04-03T12:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T12:37:21.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>origins of soy milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Black and white cows make regular milk, and brown cows make soy milk."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-105951230042738495?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/105951230042738495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=105951230042738495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/105951230042738495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/105951230042738495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/origins-of-soy-milk.html' title='origins of soy milk'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-2355129210236132211</id><published>2010-03-25T19:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:20:25.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>friendly</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Daddy, you're my boyfriend and I'm your girlfriend and Mommy is my brothers girlfriend and he's her boyfriend"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-2355129210236132211?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2355129210236132211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=2355129210236132211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2355129210236132211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2355129210236132211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/friendly.html' title='friendly'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-6162673188926843549</id><published>2010-03-25T19:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:19:40.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>teeth twister</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut was reading (yes, she's reading now!) a story to her baby brother at bed time.  She came upon the word 'tourist'....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "I know what that word is but I'm just going to say 'customer' when I see it, cause it's too hard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Why don't you just try it first? The word is 'tourist'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Tourist"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Good job, there! You said it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ya, but I'm still going to say customer cause it's just too hard for my tongue and my teeth"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-6162673188926843549?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6162673188926843549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=6162673188926843549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6162673188926843549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6162673188926843549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/teeth-twister.html' title='teeth twister'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-2111233874865489293</id><published>2010-03-25T19:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:17:26.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chokeable</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Daddy and Peanut were playing around...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "You're choking me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; "No I'm not, I'm not even near your neck, I'm holding your belly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Well, I'm very sensitive to choking"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-2111233874865489293?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2111233874865489293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=2111233874865489293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2111233874865489293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2111233874865489293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/chokeable.html' title='chokeable'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-74244721069537313</id><published>2010-03-22T17:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:53:16.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>give a dog a bone</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut has a TON of stuffed animals, and every day of school she feels it's completely necessary to bring in one for show and tell, (even tho there isn't always show n tell planned).  This particular day she chose a stuffed dog.  She was explaining to daddy what his name was....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "This puppy's name is 'Puppy Puppy Puppy Adopted' and I'm taking him in for show and tell today.  My other puppy upstairs in my bed's name is Boner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Maybe we won't bring that one in for show and tell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy walked into the kitchen and daddy asked Peanut to tell mommy what she just told him.  Peanut repeated the lovely names for her puppies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Where did you get the name 'Boner' from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "I just made it up myself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy proceeded to cry and choke on his cheerios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-74244721069537313?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/74244721069537313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=74244721069537313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/74244721069537313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/74244721069537313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/give-dog-bone.html' title='give a dog a bone'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-7342989327186504748</id><published>2010-03-16T15:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:56:01.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wrinkles at 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut's bangs are getting long and are almost in her eyes.  At the table one day Daddy brushed the to the side so her hair wouldn't be in her eyes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"NO! Don't do that, I like them in front"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy: &lt;/strong&gt;"Why? They're in your eyes, doesn't that bug you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"Because it hides the lines"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; "What lines?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"The ones on my head see, when I do this &lt;em&gt;(raises eyebrows)&lt;/em&gt; there's lines there and I don't like that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Are you serious?! Everyone has lines there when they do that, if not how would you know if someone was surprised or angry or worried?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"Well, I just don't like to look at it so I keep my bangs to cover them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-7342989327186504748?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7342989327186504748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=7342989327186504748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/7342989327186504748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/7342989327186504748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/wrinkles-at-5.html' title='wrinkles at 5'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-7696318489613859791</id><published>2010-03-16T15:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:52:18.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ham</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We were having ham for dinner and we asked Peanut where she thought ham came from as she was eating it up...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy and Daddy: &lt;/strong&gt;"Where do you think ham comes from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"Hamsters!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-7696318489613859791?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7696318489613859791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=7696318489613859791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/7696318489613859791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/7696318489613859791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/ham.html' title='ham'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-5324816815710628067</id><published>2010-02-25T18:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:30:49.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bad stockings</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut was wearing stockings that were a little small for her and they kept falling down.  When she'd had enough, it was evident that all those disney movies that insist on throwing in the mandatory one bad word per movie do in fact leave a lasting impression on our kids...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"These stockings are idiot"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-5324816815710628067?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5324816815710628067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=5324816815710628067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/5324816815710628067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/5324816815710628067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-stockings.html' title='bad stockings'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-1779796373323351096</id><published>2010-02-25T18:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:28:52.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not a fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Mommy was getting dinner ready in the kitchen and singing - very badly on purpose - along to a song on one of the kids favorite shows.  Peanut and daddy were in the other room working on a puzzle together.  Peanut leaned over and whispered to daddy....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"her singing is pretty bad"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-1779796373323351096?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1779796373323351096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=1779796373323351096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1779796373323351096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1779796373323351096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-fan.html' title='not a fan'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-9153434173638278673</id><published>2010-02-25T17:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:27:09.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>husbands</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Lying in bed one night Peanut and daddy had the following conversation about some boys in her class....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "ok dude, ya dude"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Where'd you learn that from?  Does your friend Nathan say that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "No, but he wants to marry me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; "He wants to marry you?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ya, he said he wants to marry me and kiss me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Does he say that to all the girls?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Nope, just me. But I'm not that into Nathan.  I like Zachary"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; "You do?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ya, he's got like 6 batmans, they're really cool.  Nathan only has 2."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-9153434173638278673?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/9153434173638278673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=9153434173638278673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/9153434173638278673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/9153434173638278673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/husbands.html' title='husbands'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-3092577886091721592</id><published>2010-01-27T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:51:24.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>boring...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut has been on a huge daddy kick these past few months. Mommy was giving Peanut a bath and Peanut would have much rathered daddy do it. At the end of the bath while mommy was drying her off...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "There, all done, sorry if it was horrible because it was boring old mommy and not daddy doing it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"It wasn't horrible. You're not boring mommy. Everyone's boring. Daddy's boring, even I'm boring, even chinese are boring, they just sit around and stare at Panda's all day and then they go to sleep, so boring. They sleep all day, all the time, it's all they do is sleep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Where did you hear that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"Nowhere, I just know it cause I'm smart and I remembered"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-3092577886091721592?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3092577886091721592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=3092577886091721592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3092577886091721592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3092577886091721592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/boring.html' title='boring...?'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-6183602430201123212</id><published>2010-01-24T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:54:02.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>exotic chipmunks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Daddy and Peanut were at McDonald's for a daddy daughter date, and the kids meal bag had ads for the Chipmunks new movie on it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"Look daddy! Chip n Dale's!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy: &lt;/strong&gt;"Actually Peanut, it's called The Chipmunks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ya, well, Alvin's my favorite!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later on as they were walking through WalMart and see the stand with the new movie for sale...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"Look daddy! Chip n Dales!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-6183602430201123212?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6183602430201123212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=6183602430201123212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6183602430201123212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6183602430201123212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/exotic-chipmunks.html' title='exotic chipmunks?'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-8027725399032951889</id><published>2010-01-24T20:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:46:24.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poolshark Peanut</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Mommy and daddy had talked about how once the basement was finished they'd set up a pool table.  Peanut must have overheard us talking about this, but never mentioned it or asked any questions.  Daddy was down in the basement once it was all complete, Peanut came down to check it out...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy: &lt;/strong&gt;"So, what do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Looks great...but daddy...where is the water table?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-8027725399032951889?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8027725399032951889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=8027725399032951889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/8027725399032951889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/8027725399032951889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/poolshark-peanut.html' title='Poolshark Peanut'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-3119710934155262215</id><published>2010-01-14T21:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:13:02.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wordsite</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut wanted to play on the computer and wanted to go on "playhousedisney.com" but mommy was stuck because Peanut's little brother was sleeping on her on the couch.  So mommy told Peanut how to get on, and wrote all the letters down on a piece of paper for her....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"Mommy, I tried it 3 times and its not working, I tried it once, and then again, and even again and it's only grown up stuff coming up, no games or anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy: &lt;/strong&gt;"You wrote exactly how I told you, playhousedisney.com and then you did enter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut: &lt;/strong&gt;"Yes, I did what you put on the paper, nothing is working"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy: &lt;/strong&gt;"ok, I'll come help you"&lt;em&gt; (manages to get up without waking up lil bro and goes over to the computer and sees what Peanut typed in...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the address bar:&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;wwwplayhousedisneycomenter&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-3119710934155262215?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3119710934155262215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=3119710934155262215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3119710934155262215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3119710934155262215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/wordsite.html' title='wordsite'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-3982197049513470241</id><published>2010-01-13T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:05:36.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taco Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut has learnt a new rendition of the ever popular spanish Christmas song.  It goes something like this: (written as she pronounces it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "felice namina, felice namina&lt;br /&gt;                felice namina, buenos tartos a stinky bum...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-3982197049513470241?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3982197049513470241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=3982197049513470241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3982197049513470241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/3982197049513470241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/taco-christmas.html' title='Taco Christmas?'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-64157624012514787</id><published>2010-01-13T21:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:03:14.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Over the holidays we had family come visit and stay with us and Peanut had a blast sharing her room with her cousins.  When they left, she didn't like being alone in her room all night so she started a bad habit of coming into mommy and daddy's room in the middle of the night to sleep...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy: &lt;/strong&gt;"Peanut, you were up late last night and you have school tomorrow so you need to get some good sleep tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "If you want me to sleep through the night you better let me sleep in your room"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "No, you're going to sleep in your own room and stay in there all night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "If I can't sleep in your room I'll wake up all night, so if you want me to rest good then you have to let me sleep in your room"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That night Peanut actually made it through the night in her own bed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy: &lt;/strong&gt;"See, you slept in your bed all night and didn't get up, don't you feel well rested now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yes, but I only slept good because I pretended I was in your room"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-64157624012514787?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/64157624012514787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=64157624012514787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/64157624012514787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/64157624012514787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleeps.html' title='sleeps'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-6796871414837140152</id><published>2010-01-13T21:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:59:02.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>peaces of food</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Mommy and Daddy were talking and joking around about something at dinner time.  We were being silly and getting loud when....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Can you please be quiet, I'm trying to have a peaceful dinner here."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-6796871414837140152?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6796871414837140152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=6796871414837140152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6796871414837140152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/6796871414837140152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/peaces-of-food.html' title='peaces of food'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-2428153307186508392</id><published>2009-12-18T22:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:32:22.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bad brain good brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut has been a little naughty these days when it comes to listening to her mommy and daddy.  So, mommy was telling her that Santa won't come if she doesn't behave (mean I know but something's gotta work!)....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Peanut, I know you can be a good girl, you were before and I know you can be again.  I don't know what happened but you lost your good behaviour and we need to get it back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Well, it's because I lost my good brain, it went away, and now I have a bad brain and it makes me not listen.  But oh!  I think I see it mommy! There it is, my good brain, it's flying around me, look, I think I can catch it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Well, how did your good brain get away?  If it's a real 'good' brain, it would listen and stay if you told it to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Well, it likes to run away, and then the bad brain comes in.  But look, I caught my good brain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(she pretends to put the good brain down for a second so that she can take out the bad brain and puts the good brain in after telling the bad brain to go away, she doesn't want it back and then tells the good brain to please stay because she wants Santa to come still)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-2428153307186508392?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2428153307186508392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=2428153307186508392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2428153307186508392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/2428153307186508392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-brain-good-brain.html' title='bad brain good brain'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-1173963165807408341</id><published>2009-12-08T17:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:45:38.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you better not pout</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut was on a big whiney kick where she was whining about everything for a few days straight...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Peanut if you keep up the whining, Santa won't bring you any presents because he only brings presents to the kids who behave"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "But mommy, he will bring me presents"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Well, not if you keep up the whining because that's not being a good girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "But mommy, we already told him in my letter that I was being a good girl and we already sent him the letter, so I will get presents"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-1173963165807408341?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1173963165807408341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=1173963165807408341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1173963165807408341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1173963165807408341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-better-not-pout.html' title='you better not pout'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-4175965150187198141</id><published>2009-12-08T17:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:43:10.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>frosty bitten</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut was playing in the snow while mommy was loading her brother up in the van.  Peanut got upset because her hands were cold, when mommy realized that she wasn't wearing her mitts...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Peanut, you have to wear mitts, your hands will get too cold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "And what will happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Well, you could get frostbite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;quietly thinks about this for a minute......&lt;/em&gt; "But mommy, how can the snow bite me?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-4175965150187198141?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4175965150187198141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=4175965150187198141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4175965150187198141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4175965150187198141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/frosty-bitten.html' title='frosty bitten'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-4400150659767903883</id><published>2009-11-13T19:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:07:09.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mini crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peanut has a bunch of new friends at school.  She was telling mommy all about them when she got to Nathan... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Nathan's really funny, he's got a funny voice.  And he's really nice.  One time I lost my stuffed kitty doll, I couldn't find it anywhere, and then Nathan found it for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "That was very nice of him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yes, Nathan's a light saver!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-4400150659767903883?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4400150659767903883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=4400150659767903883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4400150659767903883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/4400150659767903883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/mini-crush.html' title='mini crush'/><author><name>Nat</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-6806153934864004606.post-1616643724685149402</id><published>2009-11-13T19:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:05:00.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rockstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We've started having to pick Peanut's clothes out the night before to avoid long changes and I have to admit kind of weird not matching outfits.  Mommy had bought a long john set (pants and shirt) for Peanut which she refused to wear thinking it was uncomfy but not willing to try it on.  Finally, Mommy convinced her to try it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Mommy, I love this new shirt, you were right, it's so soft and I love it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ya, so now you'll listen to me next time right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yes!  Mommy, I love my outfit, everyone will love my outfit.  I look like a star, like Hannah Montanna, like I'm gonna rock out!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806153934864004606-1616643724685149402?l=fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1616643724685149402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806153934864004606&amp;postID=1616643724685149402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1616643724685149402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806153934864004606/posts/default/1616643724685149402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofmybabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/rockstar.html' title='rockstar'/><author><name>Nat</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></feed>
