<?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-6122620919519698208</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:35:53.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Journey of Sanctification through my mothering.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-3329677672152960001</id><published>2010-06-12T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T18:16:59.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B- O- O- B</title><content type='html'>Today was my niece's birthday party and she had a Cinderella cake made by Grandpa. &amp;nbsp;Everyone started requesting which part of the body they wanted. &amp;nbsp;Miriam wanted the face. &amp;nbsp;Becky and Emma wanted the hair. &amp;nbsp;Some of the adults joined in and wanted her arms. &amp;nbsp;What was left over was the bust. &amp;nbsp;I blurted out to the next person in line: "Sorry but you get the boobs." &amp;nbsp;And then I realized what I had said, so I&amp;nbsp;apologized&amp;nbsp;for saying "b-o-o-b". &amp;nbsp;Becky quickly says back, "b-o-o-b"?? &amp;nbsp;I know what that is, that's "boob" &amp;nbsp;because 2 o's make an "oooo" sound. &amp;nbsp;"B-o-o-b spells boob mommy." &amp;nbsp;She didn't understand why everyone was laughing so hard. &amp;nbsp;I guess I can't spell things anymore if I want to hide it from my oldest daughter too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-3329677672152960001?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3329677672152960001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=3329677672152960001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/3329677672152960001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/3329677672152960001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2010/06/b-o-o-b.html' title='B- O- O- B'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-4192093144316389500</id><published>2010-06-11T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T22:19:41.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times for myself.</title><content type='html'>I'm learning that taking short cuts on how I care for myself has been very detrimental to my emotional health and my mothering. &amp;nbsp;Yes my kids are young, and apparently, as I've heard from many people it will #1: &lt;i&gt;get better, &lt;/i&gt;#2: &lt;i&gt;go by really fast, &lt;/i&gt;#3:&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;not last forever.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Well how does that really help me as I parent, I mean really? &amp;nbsp;I feel like basically you're telling me, suck it up and don't whine, we've all been there, treasure these times while you have them. &amp;nbsp;Great, but its really hard when you're looking at these little people, who belong to you, and are your&amp;nbsp;responsibility, and they are screaming, and fighting, and whining. &amp;nbsp;There are good times, but as human beings, its natural for us to focus on the bad and remember the ugly. &lt;br /&gt;I know this season won't last forever, but I'm still going to take time to regenerate myself (which means time &lt;i&gt;away&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;from my kids &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;*gasp&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I want to remember this time in 10 years as a time in my life where I was smart, had wisdom in training my kids, and used tools to self soothe--- rather than remember it as surviving or not even remembering it at all. &amp;nbsp;When the good times happen I want to be able to take them in like a breath of fresh air, slow and deep, not as a sudden gasp. &amp;nbsp;In order for that to happen I have to take my "me" time seriously. &amp;nbsp;I'm no longer taking short cuts. &amp;nbsp;I'm taking care of me, so that I can take care of my beautiful girls in a more healthy way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-4192093144316389500?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4192093144316389500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=4192093144316389500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/4192093144316389500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/4192093144316389500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2010/06/times-for-myself.html' title='Times for myself.'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-2336742020261272447</id><published>2010-06-09T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:35:04.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New look to my blog!</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for a while and I decided to motivate myself I would figure out how to make it look "prettier". &amp;nbsp;Here's what's happening in our neck of the woods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Good:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The girls are loving school/daycare. &amp;nbsp;God is so good, he provided an opening at Christ Lutheran for all three full time. &amp;nbsp;They have done an exceptional job adjusting to school/daycare life and love being with other kids and making new friends.&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 part time jobs now. &amp;nbsp;They are intertwined during the week. &amp;nbsp;My first job that I've had since Sept '09 is as a Spanish interpreter at a children's pediatric clinic, &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Capernaum&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;My newer job that I recently got in April of '10 is an office assistant for an Insurance Broker, I'm also using my Spanish there for Hispanic clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bad:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Adjusting to our new journey has brought out the worst in all of us at time. &amp;nbsp;Depending on God's grace daily to help us through crying and tantrums. &amp;nbsp;This is also a beautiful thing as I get to see the kids evolve in their faithfulness and love towards each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ugly:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have more weeds BY FAR than anything that I actually planted in my garden plot. &amp;nbsp;I guess all of the above has taken&amp;nbsp;precedence&amp;nbsp;over my inner green thumb (which is probably a good thing since every time I'm out there I'm hit with allergies.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-2336742020261272447?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2336742020261272447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=2336742020261272447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/2336742020261272447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/2336742020261272447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-look-to-my-blog.html' title='New look to my blog!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-1580236989563479378</id><published>2009-11-22T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:12:25.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky'isms</title><content type='html'>Help me carry this, I'm not an octopus.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;singing:  our God is an awesome God He reigns, from heaven above with &lt;i&gt;twins&lt;/i&gt; and power and love our God is an awesome God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-1580236989563479378?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1580236989563479378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=1580236989563479378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/1580236989563479378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/1580236989563479378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/11/beckyisms.html' title='Becky&apos;isms'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-4602196771609587680</id><published>2009-11-10T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:37:55.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>does Becky predict the future?</title><content type='html'>Becky to Emma: "Emma when you're 8, I'll be 10 and Grace will be 6 and we'll have a baby brother by then too."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-4602196771609587680?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4602196771609587680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=4602196771609587680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/4602196771609587680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/4602196771609587680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/11/does-becky-predict-future.html' title='does Becky predict the future?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-1025371908282324720</id><published>2009-11-04T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:23:14.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He didn't sweep me away...</title><content type='html'>I was at a Christmas concert practice this week and I brought Becky with me to watch.  During someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; turn Becky wanted to go get a drink of water.  I told her where it was and let her go.  She came back a few seconds later and said she couldn't find it.  I told her to walk a little farther.  So a couple minutes later she comes back.&lt;div&gt;"Did you find it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yes" &lt;/i&gt;she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whispered&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;i&gt;"A boy helped me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I play gasped... teasing her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"But don't worry mommy, he didn't sweep me away."&lt;/i&gt; She assured me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-1025371908282324720?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1025371908282324720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=1025371908282324720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/1025371908282324720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/1025371908282324720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-didnt-sweep-me-away.html' title='He didn&apos;t sweep me away...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-514551214195496638</id><published>2009-09-28T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:13:07.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Did</title><content type='html'>When Becky woke up this morning she said to me: &lt;i&gt;"Guess who touched me last night mommy?"&lt;/i&gt; "Who" &lt;i&gt;"JESUS!!!" &lt;/i&gt;"Did he... tickle you?" &lt;i&gt;"No, He was very gentle and nice Jesus."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-514551214195496638?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/514551214195496638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=514551214195496638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/514551214195496638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/514551214195496638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-becky-woke-up-this-morning-she.html' title='Jesus Did'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-9085139933441341291</id><published>2009-08-17T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:32:15.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Mommy!</title><content type='html'>Becky was supposed to be resting on the couch.  I could hear her talking to herself quietly from the kitchen.  "Becky, stop talking."&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"How do you know I am talking?  How can you hear me?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because I have super mommy powers."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"How?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because I'm a super mommy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"No you're not, you don't have a cape!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-9085139933441341291?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/9085139933441341291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=9085139933441341291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/9085139933441341291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/9085139933441341291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/08/super-mommy.html' title='Super Mommy!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-5255140678327017526</id><published>2009-08-17T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:28:46.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Mommy Moment</title><content type='html'>We visited a new church yesterday and we were late getting Becky to her class.  We slipped her in her class and went to service.  When we went to get her the teacher asked me if our last name was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cerezo&lt;/span&gt;.  I said yes.  He said that they had asked her and she told them "I'm Becky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cerezo&lt;/span&gt;, C-E-R-E-Z-O"  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;, she can spell her last name!  And she says it better than mommy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-5255140678327017526?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5255140678327017526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=5255140678327017526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/5255140678327017526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/5255140678327017526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/08/proud-mommy-moment.html' title='Proud Mommy Moment'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-4740470423988649271</id><published>2009-08-10T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:35:59.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dora Impressions...</title><content type='html'>Emma has become a HUGE fan of Dora, to the point of using it as a reward or taking it away for a consequence.  Her new specialty is to say: "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oooohhhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maaaaannnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" when she doesn't get her way, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Swiper&lt;/span&gt; the Fox.  It cracks me up every time~~!!! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-4740470423988649271?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4740470423988649271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=4740470423988649271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/4740470423988649271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/4740470423988649271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/08/dora-impressions.html' title='Dora Impressions...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-252458944187550441</id><published>2009-08-04T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:57:53.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago Emma was throwing a fit in the kitchen about something she wanted.  &lt;div&gt;So I asked her:&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Emma why are you crying??"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm NOT crying, I'm whining!!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least she was being honest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-252458944187550441?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/252458944187550441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=252458944187550441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/252458944187550441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/252458944187550441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/08/honesty.html' title='Honesty'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-5180376781280928767</id><published>2009-07-28T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:31:03.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey you!</title><content type='html'>We've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;taught&lt;/span&gt; our kids not to talk to strangers.  Today, a neighbor girl was walking her dog and invited Becky (who was playing outside) to pet it.  Just then we called her inside to eat dinner.  She came in, but then ran back out to tell the girl that she couldn't pet the dog.  This is what she said: "Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stranger&lt;/span&gt;!" (we gently told her not to call her that...) Becky then says: "I mean uh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Strangeeerr&lt;/span&gt;! I can't pet your dog, some other time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Stranger&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;div&gt;Um yeah, I'm glad I was in the house--- because I would've been really embarrassed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-5180376781280928767?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5180376781280928767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=5180376781280928767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/5180376781280928767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/5180376781280928767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-you.html' title='Hey you!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-1977526894969186083</id><published>2009-06-29T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T06:41:02.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gospel according to a 5 year old!</title><content type='html'>Me: "Becky, why don't you play with Grace while I do her hair so she doesn't cry."&lt;div&gt;Becky: &lt;i&gt;"Ok!  Here Gracie, I'm going to show you something."&lt;/i&gt;  Becky got a sock and put it on her hand to do a puppet show!  (Very creative I think BTW.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Jesus loves us, Jesus died on the cross for us because He loves us so much.  And when you're 5 you don't get spankings anymore because you learn to obey.  Jesus doesn't spank us, He loves us."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-1977526894969186083?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1977526894969186083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=1977526894969186083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/1977526894969186083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/1977526894969186083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/06/gospel-according-to-5-year-old.html' title='The Gospel according to a 5 year old!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-2810162229604792064</id><published>2009-06-26T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:58:50.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modesty...</title><content type='html'>Yes so, we are tying to teach modesty to our girls.  &lt;div&gt;Emma still needs help in the bathroom... she calls to me: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mommy, I need help- but don't look at my butt!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, how am I going to help you if I can't look at you?  ROFL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much to my mother's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disdain&lt;/span&gt;, I have regretfully taught my girls how to do this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Guess what?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Chicken butt!"  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to sing this song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Naked butt, naked butt, you have a naked butt (or I have a naked butt)."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Grandma tells the girls that different families say different words to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;refer&lt;/span&gt; to their bottoms.  Bottom of what?  Exactly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-2810162229604792064?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2810162229604792064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=2810162229604792064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/2810162229604792064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/2810162229604792064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/06/modesty.html' title='Modesty...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-7971190345557577938</id><published>2009-06-22T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:04:55.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky's Birthday recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Becky woke up on her birhtday and exclaimed that she could now read, 'cuz she's 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Here she's in her Indian outifit from Shae and Lisa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj_EgefV2CI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GIgndXcxVQE/s320/Picture+116.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350210944558815266" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let the Messy Pary begin: (a FEW pics from this VERY messy pary!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~silly sting'n it~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj_EhDLybII/AAAAAAAAAEI/U94Of58neQs/s320/Picture+145.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350210954408914050" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~wall painting~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj_EhfuWPyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RaDG1DnAioI/s320/Picture+156.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350210962070060834" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~shaving cream~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj_Fb5s2FwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sO54nPqgmZg/s320/Picture+175.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350211965475493634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pizza cake!!!  An actual cake, that looks like a pizza, but it tastes like cake ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa McCowen does a great job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj_Eg2nGarI/AAAAAAAAAEA/L4-0IXFEBX8/s320/Picture+193.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350210951033809586" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fun opening presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj_FcXVFeOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/st-7U62GhSM/s320/Picture+205.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350211973428902114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A rainbow for the Birthday Girl~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj_FbuUxDeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6ENC_QNKPZY/s1600-h/Picture+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj_FbuUxDeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6ENC_QNKPZY/s320/Picture+225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350211962421710306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Princess Becky in on of her Birthday presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great day, I can't believe I have a 5 year old!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj_FbQiuU0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/64_24ubWgwI/s1600-h/Picture+226.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj_FbQiuU0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/64_24ubWgwI/s320/Picture+226.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350211954427188034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-7971190345557577938?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7971190345557577938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=7971190345557577938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/7971190345557577938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/7971190345557577938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/06/beckys-birthday-recap.html' title='Becky&apos;s Birthday recap'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj_EgefV2CI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GIgndXcxVQE/s72-c/Picture+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-1244607960302264591</id><published>2009-06-22T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:44:24.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's Birthday recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj_CYwkjr7I/AAAAAAAAADw/X_-pYH0-6CI/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj_CYwkjr7I/AAAAAAAAADw/X_-pYH0-6CI/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350208612950323122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Emma turned 3 on Tuesday. She woke up singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; "Happy Birthday" to herself.  She was very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; excited.  We got her a Dora Lego play set, a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Magna dootle/ double sided with chalkboard and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; a Hello Kitty beach towel.  Emma talked non-stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; about our trip to Chuck-e-cheese that we were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; going to be taking to celebrate her birthday day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; (We had a family party on Sat the 13th.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj_CBExGnMI/AAAAAAAAADo/H2zWWj_En8c/s200/Picture+003.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350208206054792386" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky was also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; excited to go to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Chuck-e-cheese and fell asleep on the floor in the corner when I threatened &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that she would not be attending if she didn't take a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace was the first one to explore at Chuck-e-Cheese.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She walked right over to the bus to go for a ride.&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj--OehuQpI/AAAAAAAAADA/1TCbddHd9tU/s400/Picture+030.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350204038261392018" /&gt;I helped her in and she was happy as a clam.&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj--PD2g7-I/AAAAAAAAADI/gTpYFEtnP9c/s400/Picture+033.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350204048280711138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This feeling only lasted until I turned the ride on and it started a slow back and forth movement.  She did not like that at all.  In fact, Grandma tried putting her in it again later without knowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; what had happened and got the same reaction without even turning it on.  I guess she remembered. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj--PfCV8gI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Z5J8Ryy0xMQ/s400/Picture+035.jpg" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350204055578079746" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my sweet 3 year old!  Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj_BG958kzI/AAAAAAAAADg/kwSUs3uqZs0/s320/Picture+068.jpg" style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350207207780422450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-1244607960302264591?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1244607960302264591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=1244607960302264591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/1244607960302264591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/1244607960302264591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/06/emmas-birthday-recap.html' title='Emma&apos;s Birthday recap'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Sj_CYwkjr7I/AAAAAAAAADw/X_-pYH0-6CI/s72-c/Picture+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-8986058035385883144</id><published>2009-06-04T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:25:10.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, when I'm a mommy!!!</title><content type='html'>Emma has been immitating Becky all the time.  Well this time she said it first.&lt;div&gt;We were leaving the park, but Emma didn't want to leave so she informed me: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When I'm a mommy, I'm going to DRIVE by myself to go the park to play!!!"  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-8986058035385883144?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8986058035385883144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=8986058035385883144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/8986058035385883144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/8986058035385883144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-when-im-mommy.html' title='Well, when I&apos;m a mommy!!!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-8454598240799205070</id><published>2009-06-02T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:01:05.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we do it tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>If I say no to something, Becky's next question is always: "&lt;i&gt;Can we do it tomorrow&lt;/i&gt; (or get it tomorrow) ??"  Cracks me up every time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of "tomorrow"  if it isn't happening today, then in Becky's mind it'll be tomorrow.  Anything past today, whether in 2 weeks, 2 months, or 2 years... yep you guessed it- it's tomorrow.  Becky is excited to learn how to read.  She keeps finding her phonics books and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shows&lt;/span&gt; me while saying, "&lt;i&gt;This is for me when I turn 5 tomorrow and learn how to read&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When school got out a couple weeks ago, the next morning, Becky woke up and said: "&lt;i&gt;Are we going to do school at home today now?&lt;/i&gt;"  She was so excited to start, she just wanted to skip her summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-8454598240799205070?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8454598240799205070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=8454598240799205070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/8454598240799205070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/8454598240799205070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-we-do-it-tomorrow.html' title='Can we do it tomorrow?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-9100565059247956055</id><published>2009-05-31T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T06:01:15.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God made that!</title><content type='html'>As I was changing channels this morning, looking for something for Emma to watch, I came upon a worship/music channel. It was quiet worship music with calming forest and water scenery. I left it on that channel for a second and Emma, as a matter of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;factly&lt;/span&gt; shouts out: "GOD MADE THAT!"&lt;br /&gt;"You are right Emma, God did make that!" I responded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-9100565059247956055?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/9100565059247956055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=9100565059247956055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/9100565059247956055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/9100565059247956055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-made-that.html' title='God made that!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-1466672849942772929</id><published>2009-05-24T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:16:13.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>Lost is one of Mommy 's favorite shows.  Becky knows it.  Everytime it comes on and the letters L-O-S-T appear at the beginning of the show she asks what it says.  Recently she remembers and will just shout it out "ooo that says LOST".  LOL&lt;br /&gt;Well while driving the babysitter home, she was having a pretend phone call with her.  Soon the conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;Jayme: "What are you doing Becky?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm watching TV."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayme: "What are you watching?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm watching LOST!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm watching LOST!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mommy in the front seat laughing her head off...)&lt;br /&gt;Jayme: "Oh, well that's kind of a grown up show..."&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "Becky, do you know who's lost?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh yeah, the people are lost..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "Where are they lost?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"They are lost on an island!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "Who's your favorite person from LOST?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The lost people, because they are lost and they want to go home."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mommy laughing so hard she can't breathe.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-1466672849942772929?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1466672849942772929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=1466672849942772929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/1466672849942772929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/1466672849942772929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-1207194121921861243</id><published>2009-05-21T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:09:53.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky'isms</title><content type='html'>~&lt;br /&gt;"Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes honey?"&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait 'til I'm a mommy, then I'll be cool like you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;"I miss Hannah, I'm sooooo &lt;em&gt;bored&lt;/em&gt; without her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;"Becky we're going to do something fun today! Can you guess?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Um... clean up the kitchen??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(trying not to laugh) "No honey, I said we're going to do something &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"uhhh... go to the park??!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no, something even more fun than the park!"&lt;br /&gt;(eyes light up) &lt;em&gt;"go to the children's museum???!!!"&lt;/em&gt;  (I wish I could capture the way she said this in the blog, but it was like we was overwhelmed with excitement and happiness!)&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"woohoo!"&lt;/em&gt; (dances around)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-1207194121921861243?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1207194121921861243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=1207194121921861243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/1207194121921861243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/1207194121921861243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/05/beckyisms.html' title='Becky&apos;isms'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-3113443370782480780</id><published>2009-05-21T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T05:35:30.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My turn to be the Mom</title><content type='html'>Make believe is a common occurance in my house.  The girls often fight about who gets to be a dog, who gets to be the mom ect.  When playing mom, they don't pretend to be mommy/daughter... they pretend to be mommy/son.  I guess they've had enough of being a girl that they want to be a boy??&lt;br /&gt;These are some common mommy/son dialogues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom I want to go to the park"&lt;br /&gt;"No son, we can't go to the park"&lt;br /&gt;(whinning) "Mom I want to go to the park!"&lt;br /&gt;(voice raised) "No son, we aren't going to the park!"&lt;br /&gt;"son" cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son, it's time to take a nap."&lt;br /&gt;"son" cries.  "I don't want to take a nap, I want to play"&lt;br /&gt;"You stay in bed, and if you get out I'll spank"&lt;br /&gt;"ok mom"&lt;br /&gt;(a few sec later) "It's morning time!" (mom)&lt;br /&gt;"no, I don't want to get up! I'm still tired!" ("son")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-3113443370782480780?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3113443370782480780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=3113443370782480780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/3113443370782480780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/3113443370782480780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-turn-to-be-mom.html' title='My turn to be the Mom'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-5316857829615002430</id><published>2009-05-14T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:05:40.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Celebration</title><content type='html'>We had lunch with my family for Mother's Day.  On our way to Grandma and Grandpa's house, Becky was asking who all would be there.  When she asked about my brother Shae and his wife Lisa and their kids (cousins) Matthew and Hannah, I reminded her that they couldn't come because they are still in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh man!"&lt;/strong&gt; she said, &lt;strong&gt;"We are soooo bored without them!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww! she really misses her cousins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-5316857829615002430?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5316857829615002430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=5316857829615002430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/5316857829615002430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/5316857829615002430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-celebration.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Celebration'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-5615042608687800192</id><published>2009-05-14T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:02:22.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They sure love to color!</title><content type='html'>A newer biggest hit, (right up there with watching Tom and Jerry!) is coloring.  I have quite a few coloring books that I've collected over the years and now I've finally had to get some more as they've completely colored them all!  They fight over the whole crayons, and cry if they end up using the broken ones (and they both are the culprits of purposefully breaking them..)  Emma even told me (after I discovered her in the kitchen breaking all the rest of the whole crayons instead of coloring as I thought she was) that we needed new ones because these ones were ALL broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-5615042608687800192?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5615042608687800192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=5615042608687800192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/5615042608687800192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/5615042608687800192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/05/they-sure-love-to-color.html' title='They sure love to color!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-512274576868018707</id><published>2009-04-29T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:14:39.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewwww Mom!</title><content type='html'>I'm glad I have a King size bed.  Everyone likes to be in it in the mornings.  I had just finished nursing Grace in bed when Becky and Emma made their way down.  Everyone likes to romp around while I procrastinate.  This morning Emma and Becky were doing their best to keep Grace from crawling off the bed.  When Grace stood up she spit up on Becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ewwww mom!!!  Grace just threw up on me!  She can't do that!!  I'm not a mommy, she has to throw up on YOU because YOU are the mommy..." &lt;/em&gt;was Becky's response.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-512274576868018707?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/512274576868018707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=512274576868018707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/512274576868018707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/512274576868018707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/04/ewwww-mom.html' title='Ewwww Mom!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-5808010303551591642</id><published>2009-04-13T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:59:47.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I live for</title><content type='html'>Apart from Jesus Christ, moments like these are what I live for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324252392796848978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/SeOLV5cuA1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/QDKQVcOm7CI/s320/Picture+187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-5808010303551591642?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5808010303551591642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=5808010303551591642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/5808010303551591642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/5808010303551591642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-what-i-live-for.html' title='This is what I live for'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/SeOLV5cuA1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/QDKQVcOm7CI/s72-c/Picture+187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-178940938754966387</id><published>2009-03-30T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:15:47.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's handsome</title><content type='html'>When visiting Grandpa and Grandma's house last week, something came apart and to console Becky I told her that when Grandpa got home he could fix it. &lt;br /&gt;Becky then exclaimed: "Oh yeah!  Grandpa can fix it because he's HANDSOME!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-178940938754966387?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/178940938754966387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=178940938754966387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/178940938754966387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/178940938754966387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-handsome.html' title='He&apos;s handsome'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-4375214904996465609</id><published>2009-03-25T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:48:04.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I may need grief counseling</title><content type='html'>Before:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Scp6t24-sLI/AAAAAAAAABc/GdBFVFGgqAg/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317197238311497906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Scp6t24-sLI/AAAAAAAAABc/GdBFVFGgqAg/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got the Baby's hair cut yesterday (do we still call her the baby even though she's turning 1 in less than 2 weeks?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would be happier if her hair was out of her face and shaped a little more, now I'm regretting it :(&lt;/div&gt;After: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317198773177734914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Scp8HMtm1wI/AAAAAAAAABs/VXjztvLnBD0/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-4375214904996465609?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4375214904996465609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=4375214904996465609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/4375214904996465609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/4375214904996465609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-may-need-grief-counseling.html' title='I may need grief counseling'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/Scp6t24-sLI/AAAAAAAAABc/GdBFVFGgqAg/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-3775762190075216393</id><published>2009-03-25T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:37:01.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so proud of you mom!</title><content type='html'>I rearranged the kitchen today (just moved the table 90 degrees-) and Becky walks in and says: "Oh Mommy!  I love it!  It's just like when I was a little girl... I'm so proud of you mom!"  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-3775762190075216393?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3775762190075216393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=3775762190075216393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/3775762190075216393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/3775762190075216393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-proud-of-you-mom.html' title='I&apos;m so proud of you mom!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-3157942319901585214</id><published>2009-03-25T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:35:36.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd you get your Masters in M.O.M???</title><content type='html'>Not feeling like a professional Mom these days, it sometimes seems like everything I do is "wrong"in both Becky and Emma's points of view...&lt;br /&gt;"No mommy, I want the RED plate, not the yellow one!"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't cut my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt;--- oh mommy, look this piece of bread has a hole in it, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; don't want this one, take it back!"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want a little fork, I want a big girl fork."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to wear that!"&lt;br /&gt;"It's MY turn to go to the bathroom, not yours..."&lt;br /&gt;"Not THAT movie, THIS movie..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on and on and on.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-3157942319901585214?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3157942319901585214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=3157942319901585214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/3157942319901585214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/3157942319901585214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/03/whered-you-get-your-masters-in-mom.html' title='Where&apos;d you get your Masters in M.O.M???'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-5413802136286846722</id><published>2009-03-16T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T07:28:04.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You walked right into that one Papa!</title><content type='html'>Becky wanted another treat, an Ice-e in this case.  Roberto told Becky that she needed to ask for it in Spanish before he would give her one.  Becky was struggling so Roberto was helping her with each of the words "Yo quiero un azul".  So then to get her to say it all together he said: "Say: I want a blue ice-e, in Spanish"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I want a blue ice-e, in Spanish Papa!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was her response---- LOL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-5413802136286846722?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5413802136286846722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=5413802136286846722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/5413802136286846722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/5413802136286846722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-walked-right-into-that-one-papa.html' title='You walked right into that one Papa!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-7975918416307982287</id><published>2009-03-12T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:23:54.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing Songs</title><content type='html'>Becky loves to sing.  She brought me the song book, and asked me to start singing through all the songs.  When we got to "Jesus wants me for a Sunbeam" she started singing along and sings: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jesus wants me for a SunBEAN!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-7975918416307982287?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7975918416307982287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=7975918416307982287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/7975918416307982287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/7975918416307982287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/03/singing-songs.html' title='Singing Songs'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-6949011482504585836</id><published>2009-03-09T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:24:05.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky's Grandma</title><content type='html'>Grandma McCowen is very gracious and brings Becky to school often since she lives really close.  Last week when Grandma brought her into school, Becky wanted to introduce her to one of her friends.  Grandma followed Becky into her classroom and met her friend Kathryn.  This is what Becky said to introduce her Grandma to Kathryn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is my Grandma, she's a little different."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma enjoyed this more than mommy did hearing it--- Grandma took this with much grace and as a compliment.  We love you Grandma even though you're a little "different". ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-6949011482504585836?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6949011482504585836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=6949011482504585836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/6949011482504585836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/6949011482504585836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/03/beckys-grandma.html' title='Becky&apos;s Grandma'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-62592400943182809</id><published>2009-03-06T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:38:38.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you live in MN when...</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since the birds sang, that when you hear them again your 2 year old asks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What's that noise mama?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-62592400943182809?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/62592400943182809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=62592400943182809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/62592400943182809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/62592400943182809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-you-live-in-mn-when.html' title='You know you live in MN when...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-5362257816447547744</id><published>2009-03-05T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:12:18.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're annoying me</title><content type='html'>So when I ask Becky to stop doing something and she asks me why I've gotten into the habit of telling her "becasue you're annoying me".&lt;br /&gt;So a couple days ago when I was telling her something in Spanish, rather than my usual English, she said: "Don't talk like that mommy, you're annoying me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these terrible two's with Emma I've been using her middle name too in my stern mommy voice.  "Emma Marie!"&lt;br /&gt;So now if I just say Emma, she'll correct me- "No, Emma Marie!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-5362257816447547744?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5362257816447547744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=5362257816447547744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/5362257816447547744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/5362257816447547744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-annoying-me.html' title='You&apos;re annoying me'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-4131339292394469378</id><published>2009-02-26T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T07:23:04.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty training adventures</title><content type='html'>Week #4- Natalie starting week #4 of potty training: We're about 95% around the clock YAY- but Emma took her tights and pull-up off in the middle of our Sunday School lunch... (she does this at home and then runs to the potty, why not in public????  Ahhh I was so embarrassed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week #3- Natalie in week #3 of potty training: Emma woke up sometime in the middle of the night to pee on her own!!! (I don't know when, she didn't wake me up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week #2- Natalie in week #2 of potty training: the mad mom dash--- running from the back of the store to the front to the bathroom with your 2 year old yelling: "potty mommy!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of week #1- Natalie on day #8 of potty training: maybe diapers is just easier. I'm worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #6- Natalie on day #6 of potty training: big sister Becky (who's been trained for over 2.5 years) now wants a sticker for everytime she pees or poops in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #5- Natalie on day #5 of potty training: Emma is starting a nudest commune, who wants to join her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #4- Natalie on day 4 of potty training: Emma enjoys saying "I have to go potty" (even if she doesn't) and running to the potty just to see how I react!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #3- Natalie on day 3 of potty training: they can't pee under pressure aka "i can't pee when you're staring at me mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #2- Natalie on day 2 of potty training--- no underwear works best!&lt;br /&gt;Natalie on day 2 of potty training--- changing your underwear to try out each one is fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #1- Natalie is shocked that her Emma went potty in the potty and then poopy 20 min later--- I guess all she needed was underwear and a potty chair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-4131339292394469378?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4131339292394469378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=4131339292394469378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/4131339292394469378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/4131339292394469378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/02/potty-training-adventures.html' title='Potty training adventures'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-6861320860914897163</id><published>2009-02-18T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:25:16.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not here... there!</title><content type='html'>When I told the girls (Becky and Emma) to stop jumping on the couch, Becky quickly obeyed and then told Emma:&lt;br /&gt;"Come on Emma, lets go jump on my bed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I'm missing how this is a solution to the problem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-6861320860914897163?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6861320860914897163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=6861320860914897163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/6861320860914897163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/6861320860914897163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-here-there.html' title='Not here... there!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-4648492227503864921</id><published>2009-02-14T16:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:30:05.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What mommies do.</title><content type='html'>Upon seeing me cry this afternoon, Becky declared: "Mommy you can't cry!!!  Mommies don't cry--- they spank!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-4648492227503864921?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4648492227503864921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=4648492227503864921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/4648492227503864921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/4648492227503864921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-mommies-do.html' title='What mommies do.'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-5990415188758995840</id><published>2009-02-10T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:17:24.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning up</title><content type='html'>So, upon losing my mind with all the toys in the living room, I did a major pick and dump into the girls rooms and I announced, "If you want to make a mess, do it in your own rooms!"&lt;br /&gt;Becky quite matter of factly replied, &lt;em&gt;"But I don't want my room to be messy!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point exactly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-5990415188758995840?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5990415188758995840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=5990415188758995840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/5990415188758995840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/5990415188758995840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/02/cleaning-up.html' title='Cleaning up'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-7022479551258537678</id><published>2009-01-17T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:10:55.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius!</title><content type='html'>A conversation I had with Becky last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are a Genius!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is that honey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're a Genius because you are my Mommy, that's why!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad we agree! ;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Except when you spank me, then you're not a genius, because I don't like when you spank me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky's new nickname for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Genius Mommy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-7022479551258537678?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7022479551258537678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=7022479551258537678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/7022479551258537678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/7022479551258537678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/genius.html' title='Genius!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-3620558315448190951</id><published>2009-01-08T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:22:59.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Guatemala</title><content type='html'>Today a week and a half after our home coming, the girls were playing as if they were flying in an airplane.  Emma asked Becky where they were going and Becky said: "Guatemala!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky's first stateside bathroom experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh no, oh no," &lt;/em&gt;she cried from inside the bathroom stall.&lt;br /&gt;"What is it honey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where do I put this?!" &lt;/em&gt;(referring to the toilet paper since she couldn't find a waste basket)&lt;br /&gt;"Remember, we can put the toilet paper in the toilet here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt;! Thank you mommy!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home on Monday night. On Tuesday night when we were tucking Becky in she asked, &lt;em&gt;"Can we go on the airplane again tomorrow to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paela&lt;/span&gt; in Guatemala?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma asked Becky how you say &lt;strong&gt;frog&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Frogicita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;," &lt;/em&gt;was her response! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-3620558315448190951?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3620558315448190951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=3620558315448190951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/3620558315448190951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/3620558315448190951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/missing-guatemala.html' title='Missing Guatemala'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-152062962932303484</id><published>2008-12-31T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:08:37.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that are "important"</title><content type='html'>Upon reminding Becky that our vacation will soon end, she exlaimed "Oh, so then I'll be able to throw the toilet paper in the toilet?"  (In Guatemala the sewer system isn't able to decompose toilet paper- so we have to dispose of it in the garbage can.)&lt;br /&gt;I guess I didn't realize that that was so important to her!  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-152062962932303484?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/152062962932303484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=152062962932303484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/152062962932303484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/152062962932303484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-that-are-important.html' title='Things that are &quot;important&quot;'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-3188691513834308932</id><published>2008-12-25T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:01:18.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of communication</title><content type='html'>So Becky got a present from her papa, on Christmas morning.  A flute/recorder--- after initial delight, she looks up at me and asks &lt;em&gt;"Am I 8 years old today?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No honey, you're still 4 1/2" I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, but am I 8 today I said?!"&lt;/em&gt;  she exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;"Listen sweetie, I know that I told you that you wouldn't be able to have a flute until you were 8, but I guess papa decided to get you one before then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OHHH, so I'm 4 today AND I get a flute!  Thank you mommy!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, thank your papa---"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-3188691513834308932?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3188691513834308932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=3188691513834308932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/3188691513834308932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/3188691513834308932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/lack-of-communication.html' title='Lack of communication'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-5138597686481579383</id><published>2008-12-13T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:23:46.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Guatemala</title><content type='html'>When we arrived in Guatemala and Becky saw her Grandma for the first time in 2 years she said, "Paela (Spanish nickname for Grandma), you look like Paela, It's really you Paela!!" This was followed by hugs and kisses :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving to Roberto's parents house Becky went through the house exclaiming--- "Where are your children?  Where are they?  I want to play with them!"  We realized she was reffering to her cousins who were there with her last time we were here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-5138597686481579383?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5138597686481579383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=5138597686481579383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/5138597686481579383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/5138597686481579383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-guatemala.html' title='In Guatemala'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-8034698938792193327</id><published>2008-11-29T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:21:22.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't use the "W" word in our house.</title><content type='html'>So, ever since Roberto and I met and married there's been a constant battle about where to shop. I know that Target is a great store and will rarely let me down, especially since my brother has been working at Target headquarters for 10+ years. Roberto still hasn't been saved from the "dark side" ;) He likes to talk about the great deals and cheap things at the other store and I always insist that I like the quality at Target and the service.&lt;br /&gt;Becky has gotten in on many of these conversations and the other day made her own deduction as we were driving up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart:&lt;/span&gt; "Oh! Is this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lazytown&lt;/span&gt;??" (From the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; series where the bad guy wants to lay around and eat candy all day, and the hero teaches the kids to turn off the video games and play sports and eat fruits and veggies.) I believe that Becky is very perceptive. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-8034698938792193327?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8034698938792193327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=8034698938792193327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/8034698938792193327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/8034698938792193327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-dont-use-w-word-in-our-house.html' title='We don&apos;t use the &quot;W&quot; word in our house.'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-6394236674735643877</id><published>2008-11-17T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:09:22.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanglish</title><content type='html'>We hired a friend from Mexico to rake our leaves this weekend. He knocked on the door to get more coffee and Becky asks "Who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's Mr. Gato" (the name of our friend) I told her.&lt;br /&gt;"I want to see Mr. Guapo!" Becky exclaimed. (Guapo means handsome!)&lt;br /&gt;I started laughing and tried to correct her, but our friend was so delighted that he told her, "You can call me Mr. Guapo whenever you want!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-6394236674735643877?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6394236674735643877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=6394236674735643877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/6394236674735643877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/6394236674735643877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/sanglish.html' title='Spanglish'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-8137299943810638443</id><published>2008-11-10T11:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:27:07.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma is 2- almost 2 1/2</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I want bum, I want bum" &lt;/em&gt;means "I want gum, I want gum"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we ask Emma to do something, like get out of the kitchen or go to her room, she'll usually say &lt;em&gt;"No mama (or papa)" &lt;/em&gt;Then when we inforce it, sometimes she'll say &lt;em&gt;"I said no mama!"&lt;/em&gt; I don't think she's ever heard that from me ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-8137299943810638443?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8137299943810638443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=8137299943810638443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/8137299943810638443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/8137299943810638443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/emma-is-2-almost-2-12.html' title='Emma is 2- almost 2 1/2'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-7689188965432595405</id><published>2008-11-10T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:49:43.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky is 4- almost 4 1/2</title><content type='html'>We took Becky to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emergency&lt;/span&gt; room a week ago because she was complaining (screaming/crying/shaking) of chest pain. Papa was very calm, but mommy was freaking out and insisted on an ER visit. In triage, the male nurse was asking Becky where her pain was and she exclaimed &lt;em&gt;"It hurts so bad its going to kill God!" &lt;/em&gt;I didn't understand what she was trying to say then.&lt;br /&gt;Later in our room when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt; was checking her out, he asked where her heart was and if he could listen. Becky quickly told him &lt;em&gt;"My heart is beating really fast, AND God is in there!" &lt;/em&gt;Then I realized what she meant before in triage-- she thought that the pain she had was going to kill God, who is in her heart! I melted, and all of the worries of that night were worth it just to hear her say that! (They did a few tests, including an x-ray which Becky was thrilled about, and sent us home with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Motrin&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Becky asked Roberto to sing a song out of the song book she brought him and he started singing "Figaro, Figaro..." in a loud singing opera voice. Becky, very seriously said "No papa, that's annoying"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-7689188965432595405?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7689188965432595405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=7689188965432595405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/7689188965432595405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/7689188965432595405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/becky-is-4-almost-4-and-half.html' title='Becky is 4- almost 4 1/2'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122620919519698208.post-7449295630469458479</id><published>2008-11-10T11:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:21:10.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am copying my sister-in-law :)</title><content type='html'>Lisa has the fabulous, and genius might I add, idea of blogging what her kids say.  Since my brain cells have depleted 3 times (3 pregnancies and child births), I will never remember what my kids were like last year.  If I start now, I'll be able to remember what happens today a year from now.  I also think that this is a great way for friends and family in other parts of the world to keep up with how great my kids are ;) and how NORMAL and crazy our life is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122620919519698208-7449295630469458479?l=whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7449295630469458479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122620919519698208&amp;postID=7449295630469458479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/7449295630469458479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122620919519698208/posts/default/7449295630469458479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatmakesmomsmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-copying-my-sister-in-law.html' title='I am copying my sister-in-law :)'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01503990618387109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ualT94Jnrcc/TBBIwPW72YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rm0dHDMNDsw/S220/DSC_0946.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
