<?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-3046063441234084194</id><updated>2011-09-07T07:32:14.586-07:00</updated><category term='relacing'/><category term='A-Z'/><title type='text'>Who cries over spilled milk?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>359</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-6104826652881375070</id><published>2011-07-13T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T05:57:08.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bryan took the kids to GA for a week around the 4th of July, it is their standard yearly trip visiting his family and I stay at home.  One of the thing they did while there was go to a Braves game.  Bryan bought both of the kids a hat among other things.  Riding in the truck the other day going grocery shopping Bryan mentions Taylor tried to get him to purchase a Gator hat since he was born in FL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan:  I told him no, besides, I though the Braves were your favorite team buddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:  Nah, just wanted a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kills me.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-6104826652881375070?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6104826652881375070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=6104826652881375070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6104826652881375070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6104826652881375070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2011/07/bryan-took-kids-to-ga-for-week-around.html' title=''/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-2130453921668127738</id><published>2010-06-11T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T06:28:21.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop &amp; Smell The Flowers</title><content type='html'>The other day we were getting ready to go somewhere and after getting the kids all dressed and ready to go, I got myself all gussied up and decided to play around on the computer while Bryan finished up. I saw a nice picture of some tulips and decided to change my background with it. No one was in the living room at the moment except for Taylor so I called him over so he could see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "See my new background?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: "Yeah, what is it exactly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Tulips, it is a type of flower."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: "Oh okay, they're pretty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Now during this conversation Bryan &amp; Claire had wandered in.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: *Still standing next to me &amp; looking at the picture* "They even smell good too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "That's my perfume....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: "It's not a scratch &amp; sniff son."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-2130453921668127738?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2130453921668127738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=2130453921668127738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/2130453921668127738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/2130453921668127738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2010/06/stop-smell-flowers.html' title='Stop &amp; Smell The Flowers'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-103172428475556710</id><published>2010-03-08T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:19:24.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought It Was Blondes.......</title><content type='html'>Overheard while Claire &amp; Taylor were playing a wrestling game on PlayStation 3....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: "Just because I am a red head does not mean I am stupid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan and I looked at each other and said "where did that come from?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-103172428475556710?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/103172428475556710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=103172428475556710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/103172428475556710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/103172428475556710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-thought-it-was-blondes.html' title='I Thought It Was Blondes.......'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-1572016160534830029</id><published>2010-03-05T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:59:16.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Not To Do For A Chapped Ass.</title><content type='html'>I am embarrassed to even show my face around here, and it's my blog! I guess I really shouldn't be considering it since I don't really have near the readers I used to but, I'd really still like to stop by and write down what funny thing Claire said the other day or what Taylor broke this time. I decided to take some time out of my day and do just that, except this isn't a funny of theirs, this is actually a funny of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in high school I dressed the part of a cowgirl, being a "kicker" was hip and I hung out with the FFA crowd. My boyfriend was also a "kicker", Ford truck and all. Now if you have never seen a man in Wranglers or worn a pair yourself, you might not know how damn tight these jeans can be. The women's Wranglers make your butt look like a square so us girls would usually wear a brand called Rocky Mountains. The tighter the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now of course if you think about it, wearing these tight jeans doesn't give your lower half much air, and being outside in the hot-ass Houston weather tends to make you sweat, so, it wasn't uncommon for your ass to literally become "chapped". I was in a bit of discomfort one evening so I looked in our hall closet to see what I could apply to my burning ass, and instead of asking my aunt (I was embarrassed), I grabbed the bottle sitting on the shelf thinking it'd do the trick. The bottle, was rubbing alcohol. I got undressed, stood in the shower, bent over, and poured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed. And screamed. I wrapped myself in a towel and ran into the living room where my aunt was, tears streaming down my face, trying to fan my blazing booty, jumping from foot to foot. I told her what I did. She laughed HER ass off.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-1572016160534830029?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1572016160534830029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=1572016160534830029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1572016160534830029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1572016160534830029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-not-to-do-for-chapped-ass.html' title='What Not To Do For A Chapped Ass.'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-1934285388245566697</id><published>2009-12-30T06:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T06:41:39.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing Everyone A Merry Xmas &amp; Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/Sztk6ka2NYI/AAAAAAAAAls/f97q8SS9Ue8/s1600-h/Xmas09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/Sztk6ka2NYI/AAAAAAAAAls/f97q8SS9Ue8/s200/Xmas09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421037533841995138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-1934285388245566697?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1934285388245566697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=1934285388245566697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1934285388245566697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1934285388245566697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishing-everyone-merry-xmas-happy-new.html' title='Wishing Everyone A Merry Xmas &amp; Happy New Year!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/Sztk6ka2NYI/AAAAAAAAAls/f97q8SS9Ue8/s72-c/Xmas09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-5708538475918418585</id><published>2009-12-09T09:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:56:08.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up.</title><content type='html'>Claire:  When I grow up, I want to be a vetrinarian or work at Target.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-5708538475918418585?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5708538475918418585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=5708538475918418585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5708538475918418585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5708538475918418585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I Grow Up.'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-1566488313793173873</id><published>2009-12-08T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:28:58.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Should Make A Warning Sign.</title><content type='html'>Bryan and Claire were standing in line at the grocery store when Claire decided to casually check out the cart of stuff the lady behind them had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire:  You dont want to buy this.  (Pointing to the mop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger Lady:  What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire:  You dont want to buy this mop because it's only going to sing to you.  "Baby come back........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starnger Lady and Bryan crack up laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-1566488313793173873?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1566488313793173873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=1566488313793173873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1566488313793173873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1566488313793173873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/12/someone-should-make-warning-sign.html' title='Someone Should Make A Warning Sign.'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-8506655832784099630</id><published>2009-12-07T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:56:50.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>So I know it has been awhile since I have posted anything and for that I am sorry, it seems I go through stages where I want to post every day and then there are times when it seems like a chore.  Anyway, just so everyone knows, my surgery was a huge success.  They were able to repair both tubes, I healed quickly and am back at work, now we wait for 3 months before we can start trying so that me ending up with a tubal pregnancy is minimal.  Thank you for all of your thoughts and prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is just around the corner, my how time sure does fly.  I ordered personalized Santa letters for the kids because luckily at 7 and 9, they both still believe.  Of course there have been questions but so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else out there in blogging land is ready for a wonderful Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  Houston, we had snow!!  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-8506655832784099630?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8506655832784099630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=8506655832784099630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/8506655832784099630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/8506655832784099630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/12/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-4996646546350373375</id><published>2009-11-09T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:15:37.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Singing Bugs</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend we went to our favorite Chinese buffett and we were talking about Christmas and how the kids really need to get going on their Wish Lists.  Taylor mentioned Guitar Hero and I said how I thought we already had that and was quickly reprimanded that we had Rock Band or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said someone should ask for a new game for the system we already had, maybe one with country.  Claire piped up and said "or maybe the June Bugs!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her with a blank face, trying to figure out who the heck she was talking about when Bryan said, "oh you mean The Beetles?"  She said "yeah, that's it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan and I both laughed so hard, we had tears on our faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-4996646546350373375?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4996646546350373375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=4996646546350373375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4996646546350373375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4996646546350373375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/11/singing-bugs.html' title='The Singing Bugs'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-8401055843004541038</id><published>2009-11-01T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T05:19:54.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/Su2K9KUUDGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/BKDHhC1cpDw/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/Su2K9KUUDGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/BKDHhC1cpDw/s200/halloween.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399124311633300578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful Halloween!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-8401055843004541038?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8401055843004541038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=8401055843004541038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/8401055843004541038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/8401055843004541038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/Su2K9KUUDGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/BKDHhC1cpDw/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-1100861967243695742</id><published>2009-10-19T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:58:58.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Gaga's Cousins</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtTtyA572uI &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the president of my company and her sister that also works at our office, we are a reseller of UPS so I thought Id share their super cute idea of advertising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-1100861967243695742?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1100861967243695742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=1100861967243695742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1100861967243695742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1100861967243695742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/10/lady-gagas-cousins.html' title='Lady Gaga&apos;s Cousins'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-5010184668052885737</id><published>2009-10-13T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T07:07:11.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 8th.....</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday was my pre-op appointment for my tubal reversal, they had basically said they wanted to do an ultrasound to check out my ovaries and uterus, take some blood, and then go over the actual surgery and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well with the exam, I was told my ovaries and uterus looked nice and healthy and was reminded that I have a heart shaped uterus. C'mon people, how cute is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sat down with Dr. R, who would be the one performing the surgery, he started questioning me on Taylor, the 24 weeker. He brought up the cerclage that had been performed and reminded me that my former doctor had diagnosed me with an incompetent cervix. I felt like my balloon of hope was getting smaller and smaller but then he said how he just wanted to order a special type of ultrasound to really be able to take a look at my pesky cervix and that I would have to have another cerclage. he said he had no doubt I would get pregnant again, he just wanted to do everything he could so that I would carry as close to term as possible. Huge sigh of relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am waiting for "special" doctor to give me a call to schedule the "special" ultrasound and Dr. R is requesting the surgery report from my original cerclage, but, he has kept my surgery date the 20Th of November. Please, everyone keep us in your thoughts and prayers. I know if it was meant to be, everything will fall into place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-5010184668052885737?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5010184668052885737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=5010184668052885737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5010184668052885737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5010184668052885737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-8th.html' title='October 8th.....'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-864116713120112928</id><published>2009-10-12T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T06:03:28.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew?</title><content type='html'>We have never bought a toaster for some reason, we have always just made things that needed to be "toasted" in the microwave (waffles), the oven, or the little toaster oven Bryan used mostly for fish sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we picked one up while shopping at Target so when Taylor requested waffles for breakfast Sunday morning I happily popped some in our spanking new appliance. I smothered them with syrup and sat them in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spent the next hour crying into his waffles because didn't I know he didn't like crunchy waffles? The horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him to eat these and I promised from now on I'd only cook his waffles in the microwave. Bryan piped up from the living room, "maybe you should change your blog to Who Cries over Crunch Waffles?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-864116713120112928?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/864116713120112928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=864116713120112928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/864116713120112928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/864116713120112928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-knew.html' title='Who Knew?'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-6807367479688351552</id><published>2009-10-08T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:22:15.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From The Past Xmas 1987</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/Ss4C6obNoAI/AAAAAAAAAlc/1EtQBz8Zijo/s1600-h/Xmas1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/Ss4C6obNoAI/AAAAAAAAAlc/1EtQBz8Zijo/s200/Xmas1987.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390249010316288002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second to left in the blue shirt is my brother Nicholas, then me, and the blonde in the front is my sister Lyndsey.  Of course, cousins are around but no need to tell you who they are.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-6807367479688351552?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6807367479688351552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=6807367479688351552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6807367479688351552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6807367479688351552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/10/blast-from-past-xmas-1987.html' title='Blast From The Past Xmas 1987'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/Ss4C6obNoAI/AAAAAAAAAlc/1EtQBz8Zijo/s72-c/Xmas1987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-5663143890754330698</id><published>2009-10-06T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:09:30.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 3</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was reading a blog and was reminded how sweet and innocent a child's mind can be, and how we should all think like that as much as possible.  Last night, as Taylor was taking his bath, he also reminded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling him how he really needed to start bathing himself better so that way when the baby comes Momma doesnt have to give you, the baby, and your sister a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His response, Momma that's only 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and said you are so right buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-5663143890754330698?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5663143890754330698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=5663143890754330698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5663143890754330698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5663143890754330698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/10/only-3.html' title='Only 3'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-3955751560381549072</id><published>2009-10-01T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:47:36.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek A Boo</title><content type='html'>Taylor came home with another note in his backpack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Taylor's Mom,&lt;br /&gt;Today Taylor was "peeping" at the other little boys while using the restroom, please speak with him about how this is inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Taylor's Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Bryan!!!  This is so yours!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-3955751560381549072?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3955751560381549072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=3955751560381549072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3955751560381549072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3955751560381549072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/10/peek-boo.html' title='Peek A Boo'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-4663565031345016779</id><published>2009-09-30T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T06:27:12.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Where Oh Where Did My Sweet Little Boy Go?</title><content type='html'>I got a note in Taylor's backpack yesterday from his teacher, it read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor's Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the counselor came to our class and read a book to the children about bullying and immediately afterwards, Taylor asked to go to the restroom. While in the hall, he pushed another child. When I asked him why, he said because he wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Taylor's Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell are they teaching in that school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I did speak with Taylor and reminded him how sad it made him when kids picked on him or put their hands on him and he has promised to keep his hands to himself.  I have my fingers crossed.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-4663565031345016779?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4663565031345016779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=4663565031345016779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4663565031345016779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4663565031345016779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-where-oh-where-did-my-sweet-little.html' title='Oh Where Oh Where Did My Sweet Little Boy Go?'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-272804256165212311</id><published>2009-09-25T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T05:51:46.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years Younger I Tell Ya!</title><content type='html'>So do you like the new look?  I know I do and it was way over due for a face lift, get rid of some of those double chins.  If you're interested in revamping feel free to contact that amazingly talented lady!!  http://www.mommybrained.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-272804256165212311?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/272804256165212311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=272804256165212311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/272804256165212311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/272804256165212311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-years-younger-i-tell-ya.html' title='10 Years Younger I Tell Ya!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-8772755036489315659</id><published>2009-09-21T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T06:36:49.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Else Would You Call It?</title><content type='html'>Last night was a pick your own dinner night and Taylor being the picky eater he is can be the hardest to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally chose macaroni and cheese but was still a little hungry after eating his bowl so Bryan asked him if there was something else he'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: Ummm, I think I'd like to have a taco bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: A what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: A taco bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: *Thinking for a moment* Oh! You mean a tortilla??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: Yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-8772755036489315659?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8772755036489315659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=8772755036489315659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/8772755036489315659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/8772755036489315659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-else-would-you-call-it.html' title='What Else Would You Call It?'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-5557302316987129838</id><published>2009-09-17T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:24:51.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>143</title><content type='html'>I think about the first time I saw you, the first thing I noticed with my blue eyes was your smile but the second was your ass as you walked away after taking our order. I knew I wanted you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first date was at "The Falls" and you made me feel like the prettiest girl in the whole wide world. You had no problem with taking the little mermaid test. I knew I wanted you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the first boy that made love to me and I made love to you back. I knwe I waanted you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sang the cute song as you looked me in the eyes on your bed.  You laid with me and we looked together into the prism.  I knew wanted you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let me wear your cap, THE Abercrombie &amp; Fitch hat that you adored, sat upon my head, and hung on my bedpost. I knew I wanted you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spent your hard earned money on things I wanted at the mall and frappachinos at Starbucks. You sat there at the coffee shop and talked to me. I knew I wantd you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own mother said some things about me that would scare anyone away.  But not you.  I knew I wanted you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out with some of your friends and I didn't really fit in, but you tried to make me fit. I knew I wanted you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through some tough times with family and you were there for me. I knew I wanted you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played house at your new apartment, you took me grocery shopping and gave me a safe, warm bed to come home to.  I knew I wanted you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You accepted my friends, no matter what yours said. I knew I wanted you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a beautiful daughter, you sang Bryan Adam's "Everything I do, I do for you". I knew I wanted you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the daddy to my son that he never had. I knew I wanted you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me to marry you. I knew I wanted you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-5557302316987129838?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5557302316987129838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=5557302316987129838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5557302316987129838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5557302316987129838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/09/143.html' title='143'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-6613069996816658069</id><published>2009-09-08T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:26:43.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just A Bunny Ma.</title><content type='html'>Last night I had on a pair of old boxers that have Bugs Bunny on them. I was washing Claire's hair and I noticed her checking them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: You have a bunny on your PJ's, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's not just a bunny, that is Bugs Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about drowning her right then. Just kidding. It just goes to show how old I am I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-6613069996816658069?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6613069996816658069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=6613069996816658069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6613069996816658069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6613069996816658069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-just-bunny-ma.html' title='It&apos;s Just A Bunny Ma.'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-5058106815862601625</id><published>2009-09-07T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:34:27.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, How High Can You Pee?</title><content type='html'>We have been having some difficulties with getting Taylor to pee in just the toilet and not on the floor, back of the toilet seat, walls....... One thing that seems to be helping is to have him help clean the toilet, but it is still a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at lunch we were enjoying a delightful conversation with the kids when somehow the subject changed to restroom etiquette. Taylor mentions how he can now use the grownup restrooms (urinals) and we said how awesome that is, how he is getting so big. He responded with "yeah and I can pee real high too!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan and I both cracked up laughing and Bryan said how we know oh too well, just look at the kids bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-5058106815862601625?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5058106815862601625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=5058106815862601625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5058106815862601625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5058106815862601625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-how-high-can-you-pee.html' title='So, How High Can You Pee?'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-7841222832233548875</id><published>2009-09-07T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T06:58:08.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink One For Me!</title><content type='html'>So Happy Labor Day everyone! I hope everyone has a safe and fun time. Me, I will be doing laundry and getting for the week since yesterday was our party. Works out better for us since no one has to go to bed at a certain time plus we invited some friends over so Bryan could cook a tasty feast for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering about the big news I had the other day, we are still in wait mode. The report has been requested and am waiting for the new doctor to receive it and let me know my options. *Grinning with delight*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-7841222832233548875?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7841222832233548875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=7841222832233548875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/7841222832233548875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/7841222832233548875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/09/drink-one-for-me.html' title='Drink One For Me!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-1483003198113528490</id><published>2009-09-02T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:28:46.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/Sp6dGRlh5FI/AAAAAAAAAlU/yD8jawzPbj0/s1600-h/mother%2520holding%2520baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/Sp6dGRlh5FI/AAAAAAAAAlU/yD8jawzPbj0/s200/mother%2520holding%2520baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376907736252539986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's official, the wheels have started turning in regards to Baby #3! We decided we did want to have another baby, I have made the calls to get evaluated for the tubal reversal, and we couldn't be more thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep us in your prayers and of course I will keep yall updated! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-1483003198113528490?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1483003198113528490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=1483003198113528490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1483003198113528490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1483003198113528490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-news.html' title='Big News!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/Sp6dGRlh5FI/AAAAAAAAAlU/yD8jawzPbj0/s72-c/mother%2520holding%2520baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-7410636241912800316</id><published>2009-08-24T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:18:09.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Day of School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SpKTAcPVqbI/AAAAAAAAAlM/nXqZKz7AYqg/s1600-h/1st+day+of+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SpKTAcPVqbI/AAAAAAAAAlM/nXqZKz7AYqg/s200/1st+day+of+school.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373518941196233138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-7410636241912800316?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7410636241912800316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=7410636241912800316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/7410636241912800316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/7410636241912800316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-1st-day-of-school.html' title='Happy 1st Day of School!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SpKTAcPVqbI/AAAAAAAAAlM/nXqZKz7AYqg/s72-c/1st+day+of+school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-2385459017415520985</id><published>2009-08-19T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:08:58.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Gonna Leave A Mark.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Taylor's first real "accident", we have had our fair share of scrapes or bruises but never the real bloody ones. He was out riding his bike with some kids on our street when he face planted into the concrete, hitting chin first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was lots of blood and tears but after getting it cleaned out, he ended up with some nasty road rash and some chunks of skin missing where it seems gravel had been. Taylor's only question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I gonna have to wear one of those cones like the dogs do so I don't mess with it?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-2385459017415520985?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2385459017415520985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=2385459017415520985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/2385459017415520985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/2385459017415520985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/08/thats-gonna-leave-mark.html' title='That&apos;s Gonna Leave A Mark.'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-1677730322339286725</id><published>2009-08-13T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:47:08.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Want Mani/Pedi?</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsWrY77o77o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, What makes this so damn funny is because it is true!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-1677730322339286725?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1677730322339286725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=1677730322339286725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1677730322339286725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1677730322339286725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-want-manipedi.html' title='You Want Mani/Pedi?'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-8654013946697084121</id><published>2009-08-12T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T07:56:56.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Not To Love?</title><content type='html'>http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/ent/celebrities/6569671.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen this yet, go check it out ~ I totally have my copy reserved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-8654013946697084121?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-3509873736256499863</id><published>2009-08-12T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T07:08:39.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver the Terror</title><content type='html'>We adopted a baby boy kitten a few weeks ago, his name is Oliver and he has gotten bigger and braver since the day I brought him home. His favorite place to wreak havoc? Claire's room. This was the conversation I heard last night coming from her room, I thought of Turner &amp; Hootch the whole time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: Oliver, what are you doing&gt; Why are you tearing up my things? What do you think this is, your playroom or something? Well it isn't, this is my room and it upsets me very much that you chew and scratch up my stuff. If you don't stop, I'm going to have to put a diaper on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why the diaper you may ask? She recently found out she could buy real baby diapers from the store with her own money and slap them on every doll and bear she can find. I think she actually tried to put one on Oliver before but came back missing a finger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-3509873736256499863?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3509873736256499863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=3509873736256499863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3509873736256499863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3509873736256499863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/08/oliver-terror.html' title='Oliver the Terror'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-3010926136531828703</id><published>2009-08-11T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T05:18:31.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life With Claire</title><content type='html'>The other day Claire was playing on the computer, one of her new favorite things is to watch silly songs and videos from High school Musical on YouTube and yes we supervise her completely. All of a sudden she says, "Hey Momma did you do this?" so I walk over and look at what she is pointing at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those ads for going back to school and it read Obama wants mothers to go back to school, or something to this nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No honey I am not going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: But President Obama says you have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No sweetie, its an ad ~ like a commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: OOhhkkaayyyy, but don't say I didn't let you know if you get in trouble from the President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching High school Musical 2 last night and one verse in the song they were singing was about how it was time for summer and you can do whatever you want. Claire turns to me and says......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: That isn't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: That during the summer you can do whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: It isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: No because you still tell us when to go to bed and sometimes when to get up and sometimes even where we are going. So, no it isn't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* She's growing up so fast........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-3010926136531828703?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3010926136531828703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=3010926136531828703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3010926136531828703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3010926136531828703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-with-claire.html' title='Life With Claire'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-4666985660837627564</id><published>2009-08-10T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T04:57:10.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think The Toilet Bit Her.</title><content type='html'>Claire is getting older and has started coming to me or Bryan with questions about her body, and every time I cant help but hold my breath each time I hear "Momma can I ask you something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday she was using the restroom and the amount of time she was in there plus the singing (yes my daughter sings on the toilet, doesn't yours?) made me think she was "dropping the kids of at the pool", a term my lovely husband likes to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came into the living room where I was folding some laundry and spoke the dreaded words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Momma, can I ask you something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure sweetie, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: For some reason my butt has this red line on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, you must not be cleaning very well. Does it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: No, not like in my butt, like on it. Here, let me just show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulls her little shorts and undies down and point to this red mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hon, that is from the toilet seat from you sitting there for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: *Grinning sheepishly* Ohhhhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-4666985660837627564?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4666985660837627564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=4666985660837627564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4666985660837627564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4666985660837627564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-toilet-bit-her.html' title='I Think The Toilet Bit Her.'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-6202706153969783513</id><published>2009-08-07T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:51:03.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive-in Anyone?</title><content type='html'>Looking for something to do tonight with the kids?  Check it out!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.theshowboatdrivein.com/welcome.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-6202706153969783513?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6202706153969783513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=6202706153969783513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6202706153969783513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6202706153969783513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/08/drive-in-anyone.html' title='Drive-in Anyone?'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-1777197048858692272</id><published>2009-08-05T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:46:32.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Them Some Mighty Hot Peppers!</title><content type='html'>Not too long ago we had a few friends over and I had asked Bryan to make some jalapeno poppers that are to die for, it is from a recipe that I got from a gal I work with.  Let me know if anyone wants it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she mentioned to me that she wears gloves when she makes them so I told Bryan this but being the He-Man that he is, he didn't. An hour or so later I hear noises from the kitchen that made me nervous so I went to check it out. There was Bryan slathering butter and mayonnaise on his manhood. Turns out shortly after he finished making the poppers, he went and used the restroom. Yeah, he used his hands to umm, you know, aim...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betcha he uses gloves the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-1777197048858692272?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1777197048858692272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=1777197048858692272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1777197048858692272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1777197048858692272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/08/them-some-mighty-hot-peppers.html' title='Them Some Mighty Hot Peppers!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-4639524248022607303</id><published>2009-08-04T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T07:39:18.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsibility</title><content type='html'>We're trying to help teach the kids about responsibility, we started with a chore list that they were responsible for doing small things around the house on the weekdays and then a more thorough cleaning on Sunday, like cleaning your room, dusting, sorting your laundry ~ everything a parent dreams of their child doing when they reach a certain age. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Claire got her first pet when she turned 5, it was a hamster that she named Elvis whom she adored and I have to admit, turned out to be the best dang hamster ever. He never once tried to bite any of the kids and allowed them to dress him up in tiny doll clothes and ran through out the dollhouse they'd stick him in. Elvis lived longer than any hamster I had ever known and we were sad when the little guy died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone knows that I am a huge animal lover, the more the merrier I say but it can get a little over whelming at times. We have 3 dogs, 2 cats, and now 2 fish named Goldie and Sparkles. You see, Taylor really wanted a pet for his room and we felt it was time for him to be responsible for his very own living &amp; breathing friend. He actually wanted a lizard but Bryan put his foot down saying they were smelly and I think he also knew he'd be stuck cleaning out the tank and such seeing as how I am scared of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to an agreement for Taylor to have his very own mini aquarium with the two calico goldfish mentioned above, the names I will have you know he picked out all on his own. We got them home from the pet store and Bryan went about putting the tank together with Taylor watching his every move and while he did all of it, he told Taylor how to care for his fish and gave him strict directions to only feed the fish once a day, and how much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later I noticed the fish food open next to the tank, lid off, so I went to chastise Bryan about not putting things back and he said he and Taylor had fed the fish that morning and he knew he had put the lid back on. We called Taylor into his room to ask about the opened fish food and he bursts into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: "Calm down son, you're not in trouble we're just asking about the food. Did you feed the fish again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: *Tears streaming down his face* "Yes, because they were looking at me with their mouths open so I knew they must still be hungry."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-4639524248022607303?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4639524248022607303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=4639524248022607303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4639524248022607303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4639524248022607303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/08/responsibility.html' title='Responsibility'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-3260281235581603533</id><published>2009-08-03T05:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T06:00:37.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Three A Crowd?</title><content type='html'>So Bryan and I have been throwing around the idea of another kidlet lately, me of course more than him. Claire is 9 and Taylor 7 and I sure do miss those baby days and would love to be able to experience the pregnancy and such together, something some of you know did not happen the first two times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Bryan does make some good points too that make me join him on the fence, you see, as much as he'd love to have another baby there are some things to look at such as.......  *Bryan thinks my clock is just ticking and in a year or so I will have changed my mind.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just bought our home which is only 3 bedroom/2 baths and although the baby would be in our room for at least the first year, I am sure Claire nor Taylor would be too thrilled to have a much younger sibling crammed into their already packed rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also the money issue because Bryan and I have finally reached a point in our lives where we can afford to pay all of our bills and still go out to eat or purchase that video game the kids had their sights set on. Another baby is full of expenses and I am sure, put us right back where we were if not worse considering we've never had three children before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are pretty much self sufficient and it is nice to be able to go to places and not worry about temper tantrums, dirty diapers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I had my tubes tied 7 years ago so would need to shell out 6000.00 bucks to have the reversal surgery which means that would be our entire income tax return and even after spending all of that money, it is not a 100% guarantee I would get pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you are thinking my this seems like a lot of cons but we're trying to be realistic. We have a lot of pros too, well, maybe not A LOT but bringing a baby into our home to love and care for and to have another Claire or Taylor, well that just tips the scales right there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided for now to give it a couple of years because the return we receive in 2010 we want to use to do maintenance around the house, build a shed and patio, etc so the goal is to use 2011 return for the surgery. All of this of course is just a plan, just words thrown out loud between Bryan and I but the good thing is we are discussing it and I guess we'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-3260281235581603533?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3260281235581603533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=3260281235581603533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3260281235581603533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3260281235581603533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-three-crowd.html' title='Is Three A Crowd?'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-6556059313146444388</id><published>2009-07-24T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T05:59:17.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddlers &amp; Tiaras &amp; Crappy Mommies</title><content type='html'>So last night I was watching the season premiere of Toddlers &amp; Tiaras on TLC, the actual premier was Wednesday night in case anyone is interested in watching but I had dvr'd it so i could watch it at my leisure. I am the first to admit, I am a sucker for most reality TV and this is defiantly one of my favs. Watching these pageant moms go above and beyond to have their daughter/son win amazes me. Usually I just laugh or shake my head at the ridiculous amounts of money being spent, amount of makeup or hairspray, or even the spray tans on these tiny bodies but last night I was just in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a family on there with 5 little girls, and the two oldest were twins, fraternal twins. Now, both of these little girls were cuties I thought but the Mom goes on to say how the one who looks more like her is prettier, has a better personality, and just out shines the other twin. She goes on to say how the "lesser" twin has a larger nose and is quiet, timid, and basically just not pageant material, like her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show went on with the girls practicing and she starts with A, the "non favorite" twin and pretty much tells her she is doing everything wrong and then proceeds to say let your sister show you, and then grins ear to ear as B, clearly the favorite, does the routine and you see A slink off into the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled when A won the directors choice award and if I remember correctly won 4th runner up, something her Mom says to the camera she never imagined would happen. Now earlier during the pageant B was behaving so badly the Father who I had hoped when he made his appearance would lavish A with love but was sadly disappointed when he also seemed to gravitate to B, took her out of the rest of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow B still won 3rd runner up but Mom and Dad made it seem like B would not get the trophy etc because she behaved badly and Dad didn't want to reward her. I was grinning from ear to ear with tears in my eyes when A won her two awards but my heart broke for her at the end of the show when she tells her sister how she won and the B tells her I actually won and A argues no you didn't, you were asleep. And very nastily, B says how Mommy told her though that she actually won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is just a show and I cant do anything about it, but, my heart brakes for A because she is a real little girl out there having to live in her twin sisters shadow. I hope TLC gets a flood of letters and emails that they forward on to that Mother because someone really needs to open her eyes. A real Mother loves all of her kids the same and even if there is that favorite then by God you do everything in your power not to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rant Over*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-6556059313146444388?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6556059313146444388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=6556059313146444388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6556059313146444388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6556059313146444388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/07/toddlers-tiaras-crappy-mommies.html' title='Toddlers &amp; Tiaras &amp; Crappy Mommies'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-753915251471155215</id><published>2009-07-14T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:19:24.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated 4th of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/Sly-FmyHBWI/AAAAAAAAAks/ZriBOqyjfLQ/s1600-h/4thofjuly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/Sly-FmyHBWI/AAAAAAAAAks/ZriBOqyjfLQ/s200/4thofjuly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358366660183393634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-753915251471155215?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/753915251471155215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=753915251471155215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/753915251471155215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/753915251471155215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-belated-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy Belated 4th of July!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/Sly-FmyHBWI/AAAAAAAAAks/ZriBOqyjfLQ/s72-c/4thofjuly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-3590626799465280713</id><published>2009-07-08T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:33:59.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death &amp; Children</title><content type='html'>Monday morning the kids came rushing into the bedroom where Bryan is staying at his mom and step dad's house. Both kids were going ninety to nothing as usual and Bryan groggily tried to open his eyes. Claire asked why he was so tired and acting so sad and he asked the both of them to crawl into bed with him so he could talk to them about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though both of the kids had been at the hospital on Sunday, all they knew was Pop (Bryan's dad) was sick, but they did not know that he had passed away. Bryan went on to tell them that Pop had died yesterday and gone to Heaven. Taylor piped up "oh like Uncle Greg?" because he was with me a couple of years ago when my Uncle died and we went to the funeral. Taylor was only 4 so I really didn't know how much he remembered but it seemed to help him understand a little better what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire on the other hand had been in GA at the time with Bryan so she was not familiar with it and honestly, neither of the kids have really had to deal with losing a loved one they are close to. Claire just wanted her Daddy to be happy again, she isn't used to seeing him so down and out so she told him that Pop died yesterday so he didn't have to be sad today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan explained to her that Pop was his Dad and it was going to take longer than a few days to not be sad anymore. He asked them if they had any questions which Claire responded with a no but Taylor asked, "Why do they put them in those cartons?" Bryan said he couldn't help but laugh and told him that the cartons were actually called coffins or caskets. I am glad that they were able to get him to laugh, just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know death is a part of life, but I don't feel the need to rush into it if we don't have to. My son is more just curious but my daughter tends to be the dramatic one and I just don't feel she is ready to see a dead body, especially a person she saw alive just 3 days ago. I was happy to hear that Bryan had decided not to take the kids to the wake, only the funeral where the casket will be closed. He too remembered as a child having to go to wakes and what a horrible and scary time it was to a child. For now, I think the dead fish or pet turtle is enough for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-3590626799465280713?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3590626799465280713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=3590626799465280713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3590626799465280713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3590626799465280713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/07/death-children.html' title='Death &amp; Children'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-3667316482011891098</id><published>2009-07-07T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T05:09:09.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sad Post ~ R I P FIL</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my honey's birthday, tomorrow is also his Dad's wake. Bryan and the kids are in GA visiting with Bryan's family and they all enjoyed a fun time at the lake with Bryan's dad and siblings. Bryan's dad is a workaholic, so, like normal he woke up early Sunday morning this past weekend to leave the lake house and head into town to his office. Miraculously, Bryan heard his dad's voice saying goodbye to his step mom out on the driveway so he hopped up because he wanted to say goodbye. Claire happened to already be awake as well so she followed her Dad downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad was already in the car so Bryan and Claire, in their pajamas, ran to the car and thanked Bryan's dad for a wonderful weekend and told him how much they loved him. Bryan's dad told them he appreciated their gratitude, that he loved them too, and told Bryan he wanted to take him out to dinner one night that week for his birthday. Bryan said that would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few hours later they received a call telling the family that Bryan's dad had had a stroke and he was being rushed to the E.R. The whole family, all 7 brothers and sisters, Bryan's step mom, and all of the grand kids hurried to the hospital. They were told after arriving that they we rent going to bring him back this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan called his Mom to come and get Claire and Taylor, after they left Bryan went into the hospital room with all of the others and they all gathered around and said their goodbyes. The nurse took him off of the life support and they all bowed their heads, tears streaming down their faces as they waited for their dad/husband to take his last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is with you Bryan and I love you so much and wish I could take this hurt away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I did offer to come up there but Bryan adamantly said he wanted me to stay with the house and the dogs ~ but it kills me every time he calls and I hear the hurt in his voice.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-3667316482011891098?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3667316482011891098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=3667316482011891098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3667316482011891098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3667316482011891098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-sad-post-r-i-p-fil.html' title='Another Sad Post ~ R I P FIL'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-5947552038956749472</id><published>2009-06-26T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T05:35:15.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. MJ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SkTAaYEiYYI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3bYE7gHh_RY/s1600-h/MJFanpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SkTAaYEiYYI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3bYE7gHh_RY/s200/MJFanpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351613816593604994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this picture says it all ~ he will be missed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-5947552038956749472?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5947552038956749472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=5947552038956749472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5947552038956749472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5947552038956749472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-mj.html' title='R.I.P. MJ!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SkTAaYEiYYI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3bYE7gHh_RY/s72-c/MJFanpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-568122704559827997</id><published>2009-06-22T05:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T05:16:09.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See Ya In a Month Ma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/Sj92A-bAmlI/AAAAAAAAAkU/U-yl704e5eI/s1600-h/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/Sj92A-bAmlI/AAAAAAAAAkU/U-yl704e5eI/s200/Family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350124641467800146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-568122704559827997?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/568122704559827997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=568122704559827997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/568122704559827997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/568122704559827997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/06/see-ya-in-month-ma.html' title='See Ya In a Month Ma!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/Sj92A-bAmlI/AAAAAAAAAkU/U-yl704e5eI/s72-c/Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-2599627148350303129</id><published>2009-05-18T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T05:39:52.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do I Love Thee?</title><content type='html'>You know how I know that Bryan is the one for me?  Saturday he was putting up a ceiling fan in our kitchen but while he was sitting on the floor assembling it, he was also Grey's Anatomy season finale that I had recorded.  Then, at the end he yells at me for watching stupid shows that make him cry.  Yes, ladies and gentleman ~ he cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-2599627148350303129?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2599627148350303129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=2599627148350303129' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/2599627148350303129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/2599627148350303129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-do-i-love-thee.html' title='Why Do I Love Thee?'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-2828705638661893339</id><published>2009-05-15T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T05:55:13.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Like To Read?</title><content type='html'>Me: Taylor, stop looking at the TV and read your book please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He has to read a book 10-15 minutes a day for school and though I normally have the TV off, Claire was laying on the couch with vinegar soaking in her ear for a swimmers ear infection, and the TV was calming her.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Taylor, hon please read your book. I don't hear you reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: Momma, I am reading in my brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He meant he was reading to himself instead of out loud.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-2828705638661893339?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2828705638661893339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=2828705638661893339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/2828705638661893339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/2828705638661893339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-do-you-like-to-read.html' title='How Do You Like To Read?'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-1605392873997438596</id><published>2009-05-13T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:59:13.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sharpie Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SgrSEkqYP5I/AAAAAAAAAkM/Y3t5hk-G_xE/s1600-h/Taylorwesternday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SgrSEkqYP5I/AAAAAAAAAkM/Y3t5hk-G_xE/s200/Taylorwesternday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335307684576509842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at that face!  As you can see, it can be terribly hard to get mad and stay mad at such a doll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-1605392873997438596?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1605392873997438596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=1605392873997438596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1605392873997438596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1605392873997438596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/05/sharpie-artist.html' title='The Sharpie Artist'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SgrSEkqYP5I/AAAAAAAAAkM/Y3t5hk-G_xE/s72-c/Taylorwesternday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-6512468740184760088</id><published>2009-05-13T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:10:53.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Those Sharpies!</title><content type='html'>Let me start of by saying that Taylor's teacher has something called a treasure chest in their classroom, basically it is a reward system where the kids are able to choose things out of the box when they have done something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that one of the newest items she added was the tiny Sharpie permanent markers in different colors. My son was drawn to the little beauties like a magnet. The first one brought home was green and somehow ended up in my daughter's hands. Thinking Bryan may have brought it home from work, I took it away from her because I feared what may result from her having the marker unsupervised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I see in Taylor's hand another lighter green one and immediately snatched it away, chastising him for retrieving it only to find the one from the precious night still in it's place. I went back to Taylor and asked him if he was stealing these from school (he went through a stealing stage a while back so sometimes you just have to check) and he responded with the treasure chest answer. I found it odd that an adult would think these PERMANENT markers appropriate for a bunch of 7 year olds but wanted to give Taylor the benefit of the doubt. So, I returned the two green ones and he showed me how he had a black on as well in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confident with my decision in returning the treats and showing him I put them in his art holder on his dresser, I continued with our evening. Around 10 that night I was reading a book, both of the kids having been in bed since 8:30. I am startled with a loud noise that sounds like the Tasmanian Devil may be in Taylor's room, I go to check it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor is in his bed, looking wide eyed at the wall at the blank space his poster was. His nightstand that is usually by his bedside is over on its side, this is the loud noise I heard. I ask him what happens and he tells me that he doesn't know, he was asleep even though I could clearly see by his face he hadn't been to sleep yet. I remove the poster from his bed, clean up the mess from the bedside table, tell him to go to sleep and do not get up again, and then take myself back to bed. I put the whole incident out of my mind until this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan works nights now so he usually gets in around 2:30 - 3:00 in the morning and does a quick round of the house, just to check on everyone. He notices the poster I had left on the floor but he also notices what I didn't. The name Taylor written neatly in permanent black marker on the wall where the poster should have been. Mystery solved. All of that noise was from Taylor trying to graffiti his own bedroom wall under his poster so Mom and Dad wouldn't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly he knew what he was doing was wrong because he was trying to hide it from the beginning but what made me the angriest was that he flat out lied to me last night. I know kids lie, we have over fair share from both of the kids. It's just, this one was so bold, so in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan asked me what we should do about it so I asked him to make sure Taylor understood he was in trouble for writing on my wall but he was most in trouble for lying to Mommy. His consequences is no Wii for a week which is a huge deal for him. Kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-6512468740184760088?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6512468740184760088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=6512468740184760088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6512468740184760088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6512468740184760088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/05/damn-those-sharpies.html' title='Damn Those Sharpies!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-5742219994410798165</id><published>2009-03-20T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:19:08.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crazy Sister</title><content type='html'>My sister is always dieting so I had to share this little conversation because she friggin cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyndsey : i took this shit to clean out my collan and needless to say the shit backed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyndsey : up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyndsey : i had the worst night of my life last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole : Yikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyndsey : instead of pooping i was in pain all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole : is there a reason why u were doing a colon cleanser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyndsey : i had to take two ex-lax to help this process along, and now i'm suffering the conisquences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole : Dude - that sux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyndsey : nah...someone said you hold 10 pounds of poo in your collan, so i decided to lose 10 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyndsey : shit didn't work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole : lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole : I thought u were past all of that silly girl.  One of my fav memories is still u needing to go at the dang Kmart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole : ur not fat anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyndsey : lol!!! i am passed that, but still....i thought it was would be quick and painless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyndsey : i was a pro at the whole ex-lax thing, but this shit is horrible and doesn't work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyndsey : never again will i take herbal laxitives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole : lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole : good grief&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-5742219994410798165?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5742219994410798165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=5742219994410798165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5742219994410798165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5742219994410798165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-crazy-sister.html' title='My Crazy Sister'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-3856879538211029348</id><published>2009-03-05T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:17:40.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OB Makes Earplugs Too.</title><content type='html'>This morning Claire was rifling through our bathroom drawer, one of her new favorite hobbies that drive me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She holds up a box of OB tampons that someone had given me and I had never used because they freak me out. But, I saved them just in case of an emergency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are these Momma?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Claire is only 8 and a very young 8 at that, so I have not had the discussion with her about periods, the facts of life, nada. And I wasn't about to then either. Luckily I was brushing my teeth when she asked the question so I had a few minutes to try to think of an answer but before I could even spit, she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I KNOW, they're giant earplugs!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Now move along please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-3856879538211029348?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3856879538211029348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=3856879538211029348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3856879538211029348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3856879538211029348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/03/ob-makes-earplugs-too.html' title='OB Makes Earplugs Too.'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-1050871456859358136</id><published>2009-02-19T07:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:03:50.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heimlich Manoeuvre</title><content type='html'>Last night the kids and I had to go and shop at the dreaded Hobby Lobby for things for the next Girl Scout meeting. If you know me, you know I do not like anything crafty only because I am horrible at it. Plus, all of the fake flowers always remind me of funerals. Anyway, afterwards we decided to eat a Mexican food restaurant that is located right across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the middle of the meal I am chasing a piece of enchilada around my plate when I look up and see Claire all over Taylor and squeezing him to death saying something about performing the "hylick" like the sign at the Chinese restaurant says to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor had gotten a chip stuck in his throat and began to choke on it when my daughter realized what was going on and attempted to save his life. I told Taylor to drink some damn water which he did and the chip went down and all was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to know that my daughter really does love her brother enough to try and save him right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-1050871456859358136?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1050871456859358136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=1050871456859358136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1050871456859358136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1050871456859358136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/02/heimlich-manoeuvre.html' title='Heimlich Manoeuvre'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-6021544967964910435</id><published>2009-02-17T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:57:46.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Jackson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SZsymCI77NI/AAAAAAAAAj4/bvheOlL8aIQ/s1600-h/Jackson4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SZsymCI77NI/AAAAAAAAAj4/bvheOlL8aIQ/s200/Jackson4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303888615149661394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SZsyl5or9UI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8VTwTizPo3I/s1600-h/Jackson3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SZsyl5or9UI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8VTwTizPo3I/s200/Jackson3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303888612866913602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SZsyl4Hkg4I/AAAAAAAAAjo/xgOJ_Dzwa_8/s1600-h/Jackson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SZsyl4Hkg4I/AAAAAAAAAjo/xgOJ_Dzwa_8/s200/Jackson2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303888612459578242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SZsylmOTjdI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Ilj4LV_A0Vs/s1600-h/Jackson1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SZsylmOTjdI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Ilj4LV_A0Vs/s200/Jackson1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303888607655988690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was pretty torn up about Charlie, my fondest memory was the night before when he and I watched Walk The Line together and I swear his little tail was keeping beat to the songs! Bryan was devastated that I was sad and decided he was going to give me something for Valentines to bring that smile back to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy, did he do a WONDERFUL job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, meet Jackson!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. No more bad dog in the neighbor's yard, we're still not sure where he went but we are happy he is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-6021544967964910435?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6021544967964910435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=6021544967964910435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6021544967964910435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6021544967964910435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-jackson.html' title='Hello Jackson!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SZsymCI77NI/AAAAAAAAAj4/bvheOlL8aIQ/s72-c/Jackson4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-5555532293212303062</id><published>2009-02-11T04:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:57:46.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Charlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SZLLRYojVII/AAAAAAAAAjY/9A97FSSd5bk/s1600-h/Charlie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SZLLRYojVII/AAAAAAAAAjY/9A97FSSd5bk/s200/Charlie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301523210899248258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been a little hectic around here so sadly, I hadn't even had the chance to introduce our newest family member before he was brutally ripped out of our lives. We adopted Charlie just two weeks ago and fell in love him the moment we laid our eyes on him. He was perfect for us in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I received a call from Bryan hysterically telling me that Charlie was dead. I was honestly lost for words, he hadn't been sick, what could have possibly happened. He went on to tell me that our neighbor's behind us who have a pit bull and a chow, that their dog broke through the fence and murdered our Charlie. Flailed him around by his neck like a rag doll and bit him more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan freaked when he saw what that pit bull was doing to our little guy and went screaming into the back yard, waving his hands like a maniac to try and get the dog to drop him. His actions actually frightened the two dogs and they went back into the hole they came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly it was too late for Charlie but here we are now faced with a dilemma. We called the police and animal control and were told by both that since it was a dog on dog attack, nothing will happen to this dog. The owners were notified, they fixed the hole, and we're being told what's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We argued the fact that we have two small children, what if it had been one of them? Their response? It wasn't, and dogs will be dogs. Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-5555532293212303062?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5555532293212303062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=5555532293212303062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5555532293212303062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5555532293212303062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/02/rip-charlie.html' title='R.I.P. Charlie'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SZLLRYojVII/AAAAAAAAAjY/9A97FSSd5bk/s72-c/Charlie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-2646082080703669876</id><published>2009-02-06T05:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T05:04:24.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealous</title><content type='html'>I know pretty much EVERYONE reads Dooce, but just in case there is that sole person who hasnt heard of this amazing family, go here http://www.dooce.com/.  Her most recent post to her daughter turning 5?  The entire clip I was smiling like a retard and thinking to myself how wonderful it would be to do something like this for my two.  Isnt it amazing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-2646082080703669876?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2646082080703669876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=2646082080703669876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/2646082080703669876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/2646082080703669876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/02/jealous.html' title='Jealous'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-6901364124510622158</id><published>2009-01-28T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:51:20.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire's Joke</title><content type='html'>Normally when the kids tell us they have a joke for us it is usually something like Knock, Knock and then maybe something about a banana. I was shocked when Claire told us this joke and I grinned from ear to ear, pleased with how big she is getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: Hey, I have a joke for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh yeah? Well lets hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: There was a baker, a maid, a lawyer, and a doctor in a round house. Someone killed the doctor and they were trying to figure out who killed him. The baker said I was busy baking things so I didn't do it and the lawyer said I was busy reading books so I didn't do it and then the maid said I was busy cleaning the corners so I didn't do it so do you know who did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan and I just looked at each other and told her no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: *Giggling* It is the maid sillies because the house is round, there are no corners!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-6901364124510622158?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6901364124510622158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=6901364124510622158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6901364124510622158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6901364124510622158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/claires-joke.html' title='Claire&apos;s Joke'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-3105549545888618300</id><published>2009-01-28T05:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:09:43.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor's New Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SYBZE2UhTJI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/uMRIUiLA_y0/s1600-h/Taylor%27s+Haircut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SYBZE2UhTJI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/uMRIUiLA_y0/s200/Taylor%27s+Haircut2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296331101623635090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SYBZE3Qbu-I/AAAAAAAAAjI/g7JcxeqqCik/s1600-h/Taylor%27s+Haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SYBZE3Qbu-I/AAAAAAAAAjI/g7JcxeqqCik/s200/Taylor%27s+Haircut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296331101874928610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-3105549545888618300?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3105549545888618300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=3105549545888618300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3105549545888618300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3105549545888618300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/taylors-new-do.html' title='Taylor&apos;s New Do'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SYBZE2UhTJI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/uMRIUiLA_y0/s72-c/Taylor%27s+Haircut2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-2596700818509472771</id><published>2009-01-23T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:26:22.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire's New 'Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SXo10srIvSI/AAAAAAAAAjA/KxmQCT70jmw/s1600-h/Clairehair2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SXo10srIvSI/AAAAAAAAAjA/KxmQCT70jmw/s200/Clairehair2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294603491388996898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SXo10lw5WRI/AAAAAAAAAi4/A5YVYt784iA/s1600-h/Clairehair1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SXo10lw5WRI/AAAAAAAAAi4/A5YVYt784iA/s200/Clairehair1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294603489534105874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-2596700818509472771?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2596700818509472771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=2596700818509472771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/2596700818509472771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/2596700818509472771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/claires-new-do.html' title='Claire&apos;s New &apos;Do'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SXo10srIvSI/AAAAAAAAAjA/KxmQCT70jmw/s72-c/Clairehair2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-7490947476248866167</id><published>2009-01-22T06:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:28:29.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien Children</title><content type='html'>Last night while I was walking past my son's room, he let out a fart that sounded like a pissed off monkey.  Maybe it is all of the cough medicine.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cooking dinner, helping Claire with her homework, getting a snack for Taylor, you know ~ doing the juggling Mommy thing when Claire finished and asked if I would put a certain movie on in her room.  I told her yes, but to give me a few minutes.  I got busy again and forgot about the movie until she brought it up to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire:  Mom, are you going to put my movie on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oh hon, I'm sorry I forgot about it.  I will go and do it right now, I am so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire:  Oh it's okay Mom, I know with two kids and everything you're going to forget things and we need to remind you sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I looked at her like she had 4 eyes and an arm coming out of the side of her head.  Who are you and what did you do with my child??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-7490947476248866167?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7490947476248866167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=7490947476248866167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/7490947476248866167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/7490947476248866167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/alien-children.html' title='Alien Children'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-7995570857669122114</id><published>2009-01-21T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:24:39.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Goal For '09 Is My Family Before Work</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was day 4 of Taylor having a fever that we just couldn't seem to break. Tuesday night around 2:30 in the morning it had reached 103.5 and we had to place him in a cool bath, which he hated, but it did do it's job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that sickness effects Taylor a little different than it does his sister, his immune system is like the puny little weakling playing on the playground as opposed to my daughter's immune system which manages to bully its illness out of her body within 24 hours. But, Taylor being a preemie and all is usually down for the count for a few days before he starts to show some improvement. But as you can imagine with any child, I started to get worried yesterday when Bryan called me at work at 1:30 and said his temperature was back up to 102.8. I called the pediatrician and they agreed they should see him and worked him into their full schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was later in the day, I told Bryan I would take Taylor because I knew it was going to be a long wait, it typically is when we actually have an appointment so being "worked in" meant they would see us sometime around 5pm. Someone had to be available to get Claire from tutoring and since I am Taylor's rock, I said I would take him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my place of work is not too thrilled when I leave but luckily with MLK day and the President's Inaugural, the phones had been pretty peaceful so I rushed to pick my son up and get him to the doctor in the 30 minutes the nurse had asked of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They checked Taylor head to toe and I sat there with tears in my eyes watching my son quiver with fear and fever because he still remembers last year when he ran a fever for a week and they ended up giving him some sort of shot in his upper thighs to bring the fever down, and how much it hurt, and how I had to hold him down and watch him scream in pain. The kind nurse asked Taylor to follow her to the scale in the hall so she could weigh him and I started to sit in the chair in our room like I usually do but before I could, I hear the nurse calling Taylor's name. I stepped into the hall to see my son running down the hall towards me just as fast as his toes could carry him. His mouth was open in a silent wail and he wasn't breathing, he was in mid sob. I picked him up and held him close to me, my eyes filled with tears for my little man. I begged him to tell me what was wrong and he finally sobbed about that he was just so scared she was going to stick him with that needle. It broke my heart that this little miracle was terrified, so scared that he didn't want to step on the scale thinking if he turned his head for a moment, they'd get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I called one of my supervisors to let him know that I would be in tomorrow but if Taylor was still running a fever the next day, I would need to take him back so they could do more tests, how they thought he might even have something called silent pneumonia. I was pissed and a little hurt that his only response was oh, okay. He nor my big boss bothered to call or ask if he was okay, if he was still alive?!?! Sometimes, like they like to tell me, I wish they would step out of the box and see that it isn't all about work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*UPDATE*  As of 7:10 am Taylor seems to be fever free ~ please keep us in your prayers and thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-7995570857669122114?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7995570857669122114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=7995570857669122114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/7995570857669122114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/7995570857669122114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-goal-for-09-is-my-family-before-work.html' title='My Goal For &apos;09 Is My Family Before Work'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-7072083963811075848</id><published>2009-01-20T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:38:18.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damaged Jeans &amp; Elbows</title><content type='html'>I know there comes a time in every parent's lives where they want to beat another little kids ass for doing something to your child. These past few days I feel like the good Lord is testing my patience with putting me in these situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my daughter comes in half laughing as she points to her jeans which are sporting two black letters on one of the legs. After seeing my face, the smile completely disappears and is replaced with large eyes shimmering with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: Oh, well see I was over at that house where they were having a garage sale and my friends held me down and wrote on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Your friends held you to the ground and wrote on your jeans??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: Well, I mean..uhhh..they didn't like hold me down they just wrote on me and I couldn't get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What the hell Claire? Those are brand new jeans! Did you think I would find this funny??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: "Crying"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stripped her and washed the pants 3 times, soaked them, tried spot treating, but nothing was bringing out the permanent ink. I informed her to let her "friends" know that if this didn't come out, I expected for their parents to buy her another pair of jeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bryan got up (he works nights these days) I explained to him what happened. He asked that I call Claire inside so he could speak with her. When she came in he immediately pretended like he was worried, asking her if he was alright and did she have any ouchies? I saw her looking at him while those little wheels turned in her head, confused because she expected him to be reprimanding her, not coddling. She let a small smile show and told her Dad that no she was fine. He continued with how he just knew she must be hurt in some way if her friends were holding her down and writing on her. Busted. She immediately started crab walking with that whole story, especially when Bryan and she went to the neighbors home and saw these 2 little girls who were maybe 2 and 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big issue with all of that is the way their mother behaved. She didn't speak English so although Bryan never raised his voice, she acted as though he had, flailing her arms around and continually lurching the wet jeans at my daughter. We had to ask another little neighbor girl to be a go between and though she changed her story many times, "let me wash them, I will get it out" to "we will just buy new jeans" before Bryan politely told her that he really just wanted her to know that her daughter was writing on people and that we also believed our daughter was just as much as fault seeing as how she could have gotten up or told these two no. I did my best to stay calm but when she is pointing fingers and rudely speaking to my daughter, I wanted to slap her with those wet jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday Claire comes running inside holding her arm with blood dripping off of her elbow. Long story short, a little boy that she plays with quite often pushed her ass to the ground because he didn't want her on his driveway. Again, the Momma Bear gene in my raised it's ugly head and I was about to storm out the door and show him how to get off of MY drive way. But of course I didn't, I stayed and cleaned her up while Bryan went and dealt with the hoodlum. I know kids are going to fight but my goodness, for a boy to shove a girl THAT hard. He is also the one on our street who finds it amusing to throw rocks at other kids and animals. Grrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-7072083963811075848?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7072083963811075848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=7072083963811075848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/7072083963811075848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/7072083963811075848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/damaged-jeans-elbows.html' title='Damaged Jeans &amp; Elbows'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-551359111317639169</id><published>2009-01-19T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:49:49.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Sale</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our house cleaning day, throughout the week we pickup the living room or maybe run the vacuum but we really save it all for Sunday which for our family is known as "Chore Day". Bryan said that since the weather was warming up he was going to tackle the task of cleaning out the garage and asked Claire if she would like to help him. To my surprise she said yes but then realized that she had a plan all along. She hoped that we would say yes to her having a garage sale with things we no longer used or had outgrown. I didn't have a problem with it and after some begging Bryan finally broke down and said yes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the things being sold I advised her to sell for around a buck but the scooter and the bike she was too big for we thought 10 dollars a piece was a reasonable price. As I was getting a load of wash out of the dryer Claire came running to me, jumping up and down because she had just had her first sell. A neighbor had purchased the scooter and a couple of other things for 3 dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You only sold the scooter for 1 dollar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: Yes, I didn't want to ask for more because I was afraid it would be too much and then he wouldn't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, whatever ~ I mean we were not using it so I suppose you got something for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she runs inside to tell Bryan and of course he wasn't too thrilled. She comes back out to me saying that Daddy is upset with her for selling it for a dollar. I told her not to worry and she said that the neighbor had to go and get some cash to pay her. Claire goes back to her garage sale and Bryan comes to me to ask if I knew she only sold that scooter for a dollar??? I told him the same thing I told her, it isn't a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later Claire comes inside proudly waving a ten dollar bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where'd you get the from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: The guy came back to pay me for the scooter and stuff and he said do you have change and I said no, I don't do change because that would be too hard for me. So he just told me to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at Bryan. That girl knows what she is doing after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-551359111317639169?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/551359111317639169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=551359111317639169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/551359111317639169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/551359111317639169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/garage-sale.html' title='Garage Sale'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-6858451918195028829</id><published>2009-01-19T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T05:55:49.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Have A Dream....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SXSGNmgl5eI/AAAAAAAAAiw/JSOn-6XalFs/s1600-h/MLKPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SXSGNmgl5eI/AAAAAAAAAiw/JSOn-6XalFs/s200/MLKPic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293003030300845538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me that there are still people out there that see in color.  But it makes me smile that my children do not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-6858451918195028829?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6858451918195028829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=6858451918195028829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6858451918195028829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6858451918195028829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-still-have-dream.html' title='I Still Have A Dream....'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SXSGNmgl5eI/AAAAAAAAAiw/JSOn-6XalFs/s72-c/MLKPic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-5563534137759209562</id><published>2009-01-16T10:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:53:41.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost a Whole Year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SXDXr7GvL2I/AAAAAAAAAio/bcuMjARyf64/s1600-h/C%26T1STDAYSchool2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SXDXr7GvL2I/AAAAAAAAAio/bcuMjARyf64/s200/C%26T1STDAYSchool2008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291966711760629602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egads!  To think that it has been almost an entire year since I have posted, that my friends is very dissapointing.  Things had just gotten really crazy for me at work and I think I got a little burned out on the whole blogging thing.  With the economy being what it is, things have slowed down a bit at work so I started catching up on some of my favorite bloggers.  And of course, the more I read and the more I got caught up in their loves, the more I missed MY blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who knows how this will turn out, if I will post every day or if it will be a sporadic thing.  I DO know that there have been many times the kids have done or said something and I thought hmmmm, I wish I could blog about this ~ because that is friggin hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I leave you with a pretty recent picture of the kids, my how we have grown right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-5563534137759209562?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5563534137759209562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=5563534137759209562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5563534137759209562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5563534137759209562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/almost-whole-year.html' title='Almost a Whole Year?'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SXDXr7GvL2I/AAAAAAAAAio/bcuMjARyf64/s72-c/C%26T1STDAYSchool2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-5870914115718149149</id><published>2008-05-11T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T07:47:17.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SCcGz1PftRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/BvqPKEH5x48/s1600-h/Mothersday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SCcGz1PftRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/BvqPKEH5x48/s200/Mothersday.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199131782357693714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-5870914115718149149?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5870914115718149149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=5870914115718149149' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5870914115718149149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5870914115718149149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/SCcGz1PftRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/BvqPKEH5x48/s72-c/Mothersday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-375608831797301995</id><published>2008-05-02T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:51:33.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissapointed</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was scanning some fellow bloggers on my favorites and guess who was on that list? Yeah, my own. I clicked on it only to see the date of my last post and all of a sudden I felt like I was back in junior high listening to my teacher telling me how she wished I would write my short stories, like I used to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bad about falling in in love with a certain chip, drink, or really foods in general and totally engross myself in it for a bit and then bam, I don't want anything to do with that anymore. I have been doing this odd behavior since high school, and the more I think about it, maybe this applies to blogging as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad because I don't want to be done with blogging, I want to tell you guys about my day, I want to write the chapters of my life, chapters that may make some people think Jesus, it's amazing this girl is still sane and maybe make others feel, if she can do it well then so can I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting there, I will get there, just have patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-375608831797301995?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/375608831797301995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=375608831797301995' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/375608831797301995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/375608831797301995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/05/dissapointed.html' title='Dissapointed'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-2722169567417296874</id><published>2008-04-14T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T05:53:45.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Order</title><content type='html'>I thought "out of order" was an appropriate title seeing as how I post so often and all. :) Anyway, I just had to share this with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I came into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, Bryan was in the kitchen already and the following good morning took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good Morning Tiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: Huh? What do you mean by that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: Are you referring to my penis size?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Giggling* No I wasn't, I don't even know where "Tiny" came from, it just popped out. OMG, that is hilarious! I have to blog about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: Hell no! I would rather your blogger peeps think I am well endowed k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure honey, no problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-2722169567417296874?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2722169567417296874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=2722169567417296874' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/2722169567417296874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/2722169567417296874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/04/out-of-order.html' title='Out Of Order'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-6332227291514615469</id><published>2008-03-28T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T05:21:02.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tails?</title><content type='html'>Last night I took the kids out to eat at our favorite Chinese buffet. Taylor has a huge love for fried shrimp, which he then soaks in soy sauce. Sometimes we have bean there and their shrimps has no tails, other times they do have the tails and I remind him not to eat the tails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: These are the ones with the bones in them right Momma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: No babe, they don't have bones, just tails. Make sure you rip the tail off remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: Yeah. *Munches on a few* Momma, so what tails do they have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: Well, are these puppy dog tails or kitty cat tails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Neither. They re shrimp tails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: I KNOW that... But are they dog or cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: They're shrimp tails hon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: Oh. *Resumes munching*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-6332227291514615469?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6332227291514615469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=6332227291514615469' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6332227291514615469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6332227291514615469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/03/tails.html' title='Tails?'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-4255977193080044589</id><published>2008-03-26T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T05:38:28.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quickie</title><content type='html'>Just a quick saying that my daughter has started with, I am sure most everyone remembers the whole "Talk to the hand.........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is Claire's version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talk to the bootie cause the face off duty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Hope everyone had a great Easter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-4255977193080044589?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4255977193080044589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=4255977193080044589' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4255977193080044589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4255977193080044589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/03/quickie.html' title='A Quickie'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-1786890480682159258</id><published>2008-03-16T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T06:27:41.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flu</title><content type='html'>Yes, both of my children have it! Things are a little crazy for us right now but I am hoping I will have a chance this week to update everyone. Saturday the 22ND is Taylor's birthday, I can't believe he's going to be 6!! Hope everyone enjoys the rest of their weekend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-1786890480682159258?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1786890480682159258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=1786890480682159258' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1786890480682159258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1786890480682159258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/03/flu.html' title='The Flu'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-8139395274939493969</id><published>2008-03-10T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T05:02:51.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>I am exhausted this morning and so is my wallet. I took Claire to see Hannah Montana yesterday, we got there at 3:30 and got home last night at 11pm. It isn't very often that I keep the kids out that late on a week night, but it was a special Mom and Daughter day for us, so I was more lenient. I have made a mental note though, Claire was bored with the concert about 30 minutes in to it so we spent the majority of our time at the carnival. There isn't much she will get on, but she loves to people watch, she gets it from her Momma. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be a llloooonnnngggg day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-8139395274939493969?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8139395274939493969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=8139395274939493969' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/8139395274939493969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/8139395274939493969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/03/exausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-2925299354619966936</id><published>2008-03-07T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T06:01:31.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son Is AMAZING!</title><content type='html'>Friday we went and had the bot ox shots done, and although Taylor cried his little heart out and screamed over and over he had changed his mind and didn't want to this after all, the needles were pretty tiny and they had rubbed a numbing cream all over the backs of his calves here was no reactions to the drug and surprisingly no bruising either. All great things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning we went back to Texas Children's to start the first day of the 9 weeks of casting. Basically, it looks like my son has two broke feet and he is trying to get the hang of walking with two casts. I will take some pictures so you all can see it. I was stressing myself out yesterday, thinking how Taylor would complain constantly about the casts, itching, sweating, etc and was trying to prepare myself for the long 9 weeks we have ahead of us. But my sweet little Taylor was having a ball stomping around the living room with his sister following him around, waiting on him hand and foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children really are amazing aren't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-2925299354619966936?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2925299354619966936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=2925299354619966936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/2925299354619966936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/2925299354619966936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-son-is-amazing.html' title='My Son Is AMAZING!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-6485197633591049842</id><published>2008-03-03T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:00:36.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Living Up To My "Senior" Title</title><content type='html'>Today at work I was on the phone and trying to make the person understand the company name I was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to spell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with " K as in Cat............."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-6485197633591049842?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6485197633591049842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=6485197633591049842' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6485197633591049842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6485197633591049842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/03/totally-living-up-to-my-senior-title.html' title='Totally Living Up To My &quot;Senior&quot; Title'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-2832837150224345833</id><published>2008-02-29T05:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T06:11:20.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Will</title><content type='html'>The title of this post comes from the name of the song by Martina McBride, I have said ever since I heard it that it was my song for Taylor, and I used to hold him and sing it to him but changed the words to say God's Taylor. Last night I found something out that would be startling to any mother, and I happened to come across the song in Napster but decided not to play it, knowing I would brake down in tears and I was trying to be strong for Taylor, I chose anger to these other children instead of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor has not wanted to go outside to play for about a month now, when I asked him why he wouldn't he jokingly said he was a vampire and did not like the sunlight. This was not an absurd answer because he was watching at the time the movie The Littlest Vampire quite a bit and thought it was a pretty cool movie. I just let it go and Taylor occupied himself with the wii, computer games, or playing in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was babysitting my aunt's son who is almost 15, and he had come in from playing outside with Claire and some neighbor kids. He sat down at the table and was drawing when Taylor came over to watch what he was doing. I heard Preston ask my son why he didn't want to go outside any more and his answer punched me in the stomach. Taylor told his older cousin he didn't want to go out anymore because the kids make fun of him and call him "Mr. Tippytoe". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea. I wanted to go outside and rip those kids' heads off. My son will not go out to play because other children make fun of the way he walks. It's killing me but it was also a rude awakening, it makes me realize that Taylor is not going to have an easy life if we chose not to go forth with the braces, shots, etc. My dad had mentioned to me about Taylor being teased by the way he walks, and I just shrugged it off, thinking who could possibly tease this beautiful boy? So, today is the day we go and have the first round of shots, our appointment is at 1pm so everyone keep us in your thoughts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I had a conference yesterday with Taylor's teacher and school specialists to find out how well he is doing in Kindergarten, all of his tests came back in the range of where he should be for a normal 5 year old boy, oh and he is going to be graduating to the 1st grade! Momma is so very proud of you Taylor Bug!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-2832837150224345833?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2832837150224345833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=2832837150224345833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/2832837150224345833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/2832837150224345833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/02/gods-will.html' title='God&apos;s Will'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-1930062215028531106</id><published>2008-02-28T05:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T05:18:56.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next President?</title><content type='html'>Taylor is very much into history right now, he talks about George Washington and Abraham Lincoln almost every day and asks me everytime I sit down at the computer to show him pictures of these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was giving him a bath, and I wanted to squeeze his squeaky clean self after this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T:  Momma, did you know way back when you couldnt live in what home you wanted to or have your own religon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T:  Yup.  People just told you where to live and what religon you were going to be and then came George Washington and he said that we could live wherever we wanted and go to any country we wanted and have and religon we wanted too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  Wow, well that was very nice of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T:  Yup.  Hey Momma can we go to Africa someday so I cant meet a president that isnt already dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  Bug, they live in Washinton D.C., not Africa and we'll have to see about that k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T:  But if we go, will the president be there, you know in the White House?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T:  Whats the name of the President right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T:  Oh yeah, his brother is dead you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  Hmmmm, oookkkkaaayyyy, how about we get those teethbrushed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T:  Yup, you gotta brush your teeth cause if you dont they will all fall out and then I will have to get fake teeth like George Washington and then I will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  That's right, now brush those teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-1930062215028531106?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1930062215028531106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=1930062215028531106' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1930062215028531106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1930062215028531106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/02/next-president.html' title='The Next President?'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-4818993892681508849</id><published>2008-02-26T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T06:07:54.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's A Raisin?</title><content type='html'>Last night I was watching the movie A Raisin In The Sun, I had read the book in high school and was not disappointed last night, even though books are usually ten times better than the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were at the kitchen table coloring, when I heard this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: What's a raisin made out of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: It's a grape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: Why does it look like all wrinkly then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: Because, it is the great, great, great, ggrrreeeaaatttt grandparent of the grape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-4818993892681508849?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4818993892681508849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=4818993892681508849' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4818993892681508849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4818993892681508849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-raisin.html' title='What&apos;s A Raisin?'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-4596571319746327086</id><published>2008-02-20T14:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T05:51:10.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bein' A Grown Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R72ByMdby_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/nd_AkVaxv8U/s1600-h/Nick+fishie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R72ByMdby_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/nd_AkVaxv8U/s200/Nick+fishie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169430646629321714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R72ByMdbzAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/C5LjiNR3D9I/s1600-h/Nick+plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R72ByMdbzAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/C5LjiNR3D9I/s200/Nick+plant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169430646629321730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was down this past weeked from New Mexico visiting all of us here in Texas.  He mentioned how he was "tired of datin' hos" and how you cant "bring a freak home to meet Mama", and went on to say how he is ready to settle down with a wife and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that was a huge step and if anyone has ever seen 28 Days with Sandra Bullock, you will know where I get this idea from.  I told him he really needed to start with a plant and maybe progress to a pet of sometime first, that way he was learning how to take care of something other than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasnt back for more than 24 hours when he went out and bought these two things:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-4596571319746327086?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4596571319746327086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=4596571319746327086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4596571319746327086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4596571319746327086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/02/bein-grown-up.html' title='Bein&apos; A Grown Up'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R72ByMdby_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/nd_AkVaxv8U/s72-c/Nick+fishie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-4715043000591383379</id><published>2008-02-20T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T05:56:41.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends?</title><content type='html'>Last night the kids and I went out to eat with a couple I met through work.  They have a little boy (hers from a previous relationship) who is 3 and is a little firecracker.  I cannot be around this kid unless I have had at least 3 beers.  My kids think he is hilarious and were dissapointed that he was not going to be there, he was at his grandparents house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go back and say that Bryan and I do not have many friends, especially couple friends.  I have Sheila is my BFF but she's a single parent, just like I was not too long ago, so we spent lots of time together.  All of Bryan's pals are back in GA and as for couple friends, Hol and J is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when this couple started to hint around that they'd like to hang out sometime, I was thrilled.  We invited them over a few months ago and it worked out perfectly.  Their child terrorized my home and continuosly entertained my two.  The parents I could tell were in to other things (like video games and dressing up in medieval clothes) but I thought hey, it wouldnt be much fun if we were carbon copies of each other right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, last night we went to a local restaurant where the kids can nickel and dime me to death for crappy candy/treats from the crane machine and play in the sand while us grown ups chill and sip on ice cold adult beverages.  They were a little late getting there and I jokingly said how I worried they had stood me up.  Both of them looked at each other and snickered, then told me they had to "do" something before they game.  TMI my friends....  The evening went on with them continuing to make sexual jokes, like how big the beef was in their burgers but how she liked it that way etc.  I wanted to climb under the table but managed to laugh politely and wish at the same time I was at home in front of my tv.  Him blowing his nose at the table right next to me just topped the cake and I assured myself with a never again will I do this in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hol, my how I missed you and J last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-4715043000591383379?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4715043000591383379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=4715043000591383379' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4715043000591383379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4715043000591383379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-friends.html' title='New Friends?'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-8935743262844068331</id><published>2008-02-19T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:42:31.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In General</title><content type='html'>I know, I know ~ as a blogger I have been totally sucking, but then that isnt anything new.  Things have just been so hectic at work and by the time I get home, do all of my nightly routine, I am just friggin exausted.  Plus, I just havent been getting the whole "ooohhh I wanna post" feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago I had posted a bit about my childhood, I would like to start doing that again and do like a time line, sorta like I am bossy's blog.  If you havent ever been there, go there.  Holly got me hooked on her, thanks Hol!!  I figure I dont need to pimp your blog anymore because you're one of my few readers left.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other sucky news, our television broke last Sunday and although we have warranty, it seems to actually have the repairman come out is too much for them.  We call, they say "okay, we'll send him out on such and such and at this time" and the dude never knows up.  We finally broke down and dragged Claire's tv out of her room and have just been using that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie orders are in so now I get the fun job of sorting them all out and hassle these folks for their monies.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this is all I have for today.  As soon as I can get Bryan to post the pics of the cute-as-a-button card my daughter made us for V-Day I will.  Look for it February of NEXT year.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-8935743262844068331?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8935743262844068331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=8935743262844068331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/8935743262844068331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/8935743262844068331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-in-general.html' title='Life In General'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-8603178248718044285</id><published>2008-02-14T05:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T05:12:16.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R7Q-Kcdby-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/jlBR6ux-oOc/s1600-h/V-Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R7Q-Kcdby-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/jlBR6ux-oOc/s200/V-Day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166823021660064738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great Valentines Day, now, don't eat too much chocolate!!  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-8603178248718044285?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8603178248718044285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=8603178248718044285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/8603178248718044285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/8603178248718044285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R7Q-Kcdby-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/jlBR6ux-oOc/s72-c/V-Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-6164775854819830935</id><published>2008-02-10T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T16:06:14.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R6-RQsdby8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/V8ikp0j6Ros/s1600-h/DSCF0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R6-RQsdby8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/V8ikp0j6Ros/s200/DSCF0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165507013615799234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R6-RQ8dby9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/-2QYkXtPCR0/s1600-h/DSCF0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R6-RQ8dby9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/-2QYkXtPCR0/s200/DSCF0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165507017910766546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom gave Taylor a toothbrush and told him how he can use it t scrub his finger nails to get them super shiny.  Taylor decided it works on his toes too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-6164775854819830935?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6164775854819830935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=6164775854819830935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6164775854819830935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6164775854819830935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/02/bath-time.html' title='Bath Time'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R6-RQsdby8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/V8ikp0j6Ros/s72-c/DSCF0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-4761736984508648090</id><published>2008-02-10T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T15:10:36.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Noo-Noo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R6-EXMdby7I/AAAAAAAAAXY/K9lAnROR5U0/s1600-h/Noo+noo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R6-EXMdby7I/AAAAAAAAAXY/K9lAnROR5U0/s200/Noo+noo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165492831633787826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Bryan walk back and forth from the kitchen to the hallway, back and forth, back and forth.  The entire time he is muttering to himself, which I chose to ignore as I folded the 4th load of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear him opening a drawer in the kitchen and say "Dammit woman!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:  *Holding up a screw driver* I've been looking all over for this, and then found it in the junk drawer, where you must have stuck it.  That isnt where it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Well, it doesnt belong on my kitchen counter either.  If you guys would pick up after yourselves I wouldnt have to find new homes for your things.  This house would be overloaded with crap if I wasnt constantly putting yall's things away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:  I'm just going to start calling you Noo-noo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-4761736984508648090?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4761736984508648090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=4761736984508648090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4761736984508648090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4761736984508648090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-noo-noo.html' title='The New Noo-Noo'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R6-EXMdby7I/AAAAAAAAAXY/K9lAnROR5U0/s72-c/Noo+noo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-7462040235218072413</id><published>2008-02-10T12:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:38:55.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie bit my finger - again !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-7462040235218072413?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7462040235218072413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=7462040235218072413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/7462040235218072413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/7462040235218072413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/02/charlie-bit-my-finger-again.html' title='Charlie bit my finger - again !'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-3833411515726344384</id><published>2008-02-10T12:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:08:22.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>young preacher and his slip of the tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/VPFQ4kor3I4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/VPFQ4kor3I4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-3833411515726344384?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3833411515726344384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=3833411515726344384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3833411515726344384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3833411515726344384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/02/young-preacher-and-his-slip-of-tongue.html' title='young preacher and his slip of the tongue'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-3640918641023495774</id><published>2008-02-04T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T14:23:37.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R6jh05ek9JI/AAAAAAAAAXI/pnnlEarxsOk/s1600-h/Hannahpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R6jh05ek9JI/AAAAAAAAAXI/pnnlEarxsOk/s200/Hannahpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163625271678792850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R6jh2Jek9KI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZeAzeAUu5SM/s1600-h/doodlebops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R6jh2Jek9KI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZeAzeAUu5SM/s200/doodlebops.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163625293153629346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a a very family-oriented weekend, and minus the "buy me this ~ buy me that" it was actually a lot of fun.  Last Tuesday I won on the radio 4 tickets to go and see the new 3-D Hannah Montana movie and also 4 tickets to go and see the The Doodlebops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3-D concert was pretty awesome, I especially loved the previews of other 3-D movies that are coming out, and I giggled each time I saw my son or daughter jump or cringe in their seats because they were convinced that thing was coming right at them!  I have to say, it was totally worth the 15 bucks and you get to keep the 3-D glasses which are much better than the old paper ones we used with the one lense/one red lense.  As an added bonus for some, the Jonas Brothers also performed, I just loved seeing all of the little girls screaming and hollerin' for these boys.  Totally brought me back to my New Kids On The Block days.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to the concert for The Doodle Bops out at the Toyota Center, I wasnt familiar with them but Claire and Bryan were from their days of having cable and watching them on the Disney Channel.  I was surprised at how well they performed, they like to say they rock out for the kiddies.  The highlight for me was the tasty nachos and watching this lady haul her son up the stairs as he puked on everyone to the right of them.  I heard the lady behind me tell her little girl that that is what happens when you eat a bunch a junk.  The little one immediatly put down her bag of cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was out weekend, Bryan did get to watch most of the game and we munched out on Mcdonalds chicken nuggets for dinner.  Did ya'll do anything exciting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-3640918641023495774?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3640918641023495774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=3640918641023495774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3640918641023495774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3640918641023495774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-bowl-weekend.html' title='Super Bowl Weekend'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R6jh05ek9JI/AAAAAAAAAXI/pnnlEarxsOk/s72-c/Hannahpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-8345573980673208034</id><published>2008-02-02T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T07:55:03.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Silverman: I'm Fucking Matt Damon NO AUDIENCE LAUGHTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Az6F4uKunYw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Az6F4uKunYw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This had me rolling on the floor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-8345573980673208034?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8345573980673208034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=8345573980673208034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/8345573980673208034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/8345573980673208034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/02/sarah-silverman-i-fucking-matt-damon-no.html' title='Sarah Silverman: I&amp;#39;m Fucking Matt Damon NO AUDIENCE LAUGHTER'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-7878829747818101069</id><published>2008-01-28T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T09:50:20.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubled</title><content type='html'>I don't post much about Taylor since I told you all that he was diagnosed with cerebral palsy, other than the fact we were thrilled (if you can be thrilled about something lile c..p.) to find out that the type he had was low on the totem pole and he would be able to live a long and normal life, just like any other little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it is getting closer to the dates with the specialists to start his first round of Bot ox shots and casting. I feel like I am going blind into all of this, I really no very little about cerebral palsy and although people reassure me that after all of this I will be a pro, sometimes I think is it really worth putting Taylor through all of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will wear these plastic-like casts on his lower half of his body for 9 weeks, and I have to take him to the doctor once a week for adjustments etc. We have the first bot ox shots before the casting starts, because that is the how the process goes. I asked them if the Bot ox shots will hurt and was met with not anymore than a regular shot. I have my fingers crossed there. Ever since the torturous antibiotic shots he had when he ran a fever for a week straight that left my baby boy in tears and fears of needles where before there were none, I have decided that I am not going to just accept what he or she says is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it, the same question keeps running through my head. Why are we doing this again? Oh yeah, so Taylor doesn't walk on his tippy-toes and more. but really, who is it hurting if he is a toe walker until the day he dies?? Sometimes I want to call the pediatrician and specialists and tell them we have decided we do not want to do any of this, we'll just stick to the physical therapy please. Why does Taylor need to go through all of this?? Maybe there is something I am missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the best thing would be to call and speak to someone there about all of this, before I throw Taylor over to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-7878829747818101069?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7878829747818101069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=7878829747818101069' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/7878829747818101069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/7878829747818101069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/troubled.html' title='Troubled'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-28019232966378427</id><published>2008-01-24T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:30:40.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Winner Is.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R5kDe5ek9II/AAAAAAAAAXA/ApAk0F0VBaQ/s1600-h/janet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R5kDe5ek9II/AAAAAAAAAXA/ApAk0F0VBaQ/s200/janet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159158677489644674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because SO many people played *snicker*, I decided to let my daughter choose the winner out of the few that chose the correct color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the answer was R E D!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jenna Z ~ You are the chosen one!  Shoot me an email with your information and we'll get those so sweet they'll give you a tooth-ache Easter Cards from Lotta!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-28019232966378427?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/28019232966378427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=28019232966378427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/28019232966378427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/28019232966378427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-winner-is.html' title='And The Winner Is.......'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R5kDe5ek9II/AAAAAAAAAXA/ApAk0F0VBaQ/s72-c/janet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-1485557051117638007</id><published>2008-01-22T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T09:51:14.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Batman....</title><content type='html'>I was reading over at Lotta's about how some bloggers are hosting a "cyber-like" baby shower for a fellow blogger who is obviously having a boy. I thought how sweet, and after reading through some of the advice from a few other bloggers, Lotta's hit home the most after reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Will think you are incredibly overprotective when you insist on hovering under your boy child as he climbs up playground equipment. As they are not used to the idea that their children believe they can fly like (insert current superhero fascination here).*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I got a call from the school nurse, which for me is nothing new considering my kids' are on a first name bases with her. I am expecting to hear "I have Taylor in my office with a 100.4 fever" or "I have Claire in my office complaining of a headache", and I am not even lying about Claire's illnesses, she once went to the nurse complaining of joint pains! That girl is too much I tell you!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the call actually went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: Ms.Mom, I have Taylor in my office, it seems he was hurt at recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really? What happened? Is he alright??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: Yes, he seems fine now but apparently he was on the jungle gym, at the very top and then proceeded to fall and use his face to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: He is a bit scratched up and his glasses are all out of joint, but he doesn't seem to have broken anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow. Okay, well that's good I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: We cleaned up his face but we just wanted to make you aware of his little fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, well thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home from work and saw my baby boy's face, it looked like he had been in a fight, and the jungle gym totally whooped his ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys............ Gotta love 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-1485557051117638007?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1485557051117638007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=1485557051117638007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1485557051117638007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1485557051117638007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-batman.html' title='I Am Batman....'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-3337613565109286901</id><published>2008-01-22T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T06:17:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much For The Day Of Freedom</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning Paris had an appointment (yes just one more appointment for me to deal with) with the groomers, the nice thing is I typically use the company that actually comes to my home and tends to her needs right in my driveway. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really I didn't even need to change out of my pj's when she rolled up at around 8:30ish, but I did throw on a jacket because it was freezziiinnnggg out there. It had been awhile since we used their service so I was not surprised to see the gal before was no longer the one servicing our area. The young girl seemed nice enough, but before I handed her my tiny terror, I explained that Paris was very scared and although she had never bitten anyone, she was known to snap. In her best "cooing" voice she attempted to take Paris out of my arms, but Paris was having none of that and immediately bared her teeth and started to do that thing she does with her head, sorta looking like The Exorcist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided the best thing would be to muzzle Paris because I did not want her to bite the groomer lady, so I followed her outside to the van as she chose the smallest one she had. Still holding Paris, she attempted to get it on my snapping dog and as her hand came closer and closer, I felt Paris's little body tense up and ready to strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time, I moved my hand in front of the groomer's and crunch went my knuckle as one of Paris's fangs sunk in. Somehow I managed to not make a peep as I slipped my injured hand under Paris and told the groomer I would take the muzzle inside with me and have Bryan help me get it on. I know Paris was just scared shitless and didn't mean to bite me, but I cant honestly say that for the rest of the day that I did not tread lightly around jaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bite looks worse than it is, hurt like hell all Sunday but we cleaned it out well and so far my finger has not fallen off. Oh and Paris, she looks just beautiful and smells like a tulip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while my aunt was at work on what seemed like another normal day, someone was in her house going through her personal belongings and stealing her family heirlooms among other things. This person broke the guest bedroom window and entered her house, traipsing through her home like they lived there. My aunt is not materialistic and had they just stolen the television or maybe the computer, we could replace it. But this person decided to take her jewelry, and this is not just things she has bought for herself, this was my grandmother's (her mother) and my Uncle's (her brother) jewelry that are not replaceable, items that were given to her after my Grandmother and Uncle passed on. It's all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person also stole her son's PSP and a few games, plus a lock box that had a bunch of my aunt's personal papers in it (bank statements, social security papers, etc.), so now she has to go and cancel all of her credit cards, banking accounts, the list goes on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police are pretty sure this was kids, considering all of the things they COULD have stolen, but chose the pretties and a video game console. Whether this person is a child or an adult, I just want you to know something. The things that you stole from my Aunt I can get past, but what I can not forgive you for is stealing my Aunt's "soul". She has always been the strong one, the one who every one else goes to when their world is falling around their ears, the one I knew no matter what would and could make it better. Nothing seemed to scare her, after all she has been through her bravery and courage and strength always flew high like a flag. But after you, I see a different woman, someone who is afraid to go home, someone who sees a giant wall that she is not sure if she can get over, someone who is broken and torn and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that ~ I hope that you do not go unpunished. I hope you lay awake in your bed fretting over whether or not you are going to get caught, what will happen to you, what you're parents will say.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she gets a chance to look you in the eyes and see there is nothing to be afraid of, just a child that has lost his way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-3337613565109286901?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3337613565109286901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=3337613565109286901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3337613565109286901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3337613565109286901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-much-for-day-of-freedom.html' title='So Much For The Day Of Freedom'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-6671659398353988146</id><published>2008-01-21T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:47:42.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R5TouDYdyyI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ywyo5__ejsc/s1600-h/DSCF0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R5TouDYdyyI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ywyo5__ejsc/s200/DSCF0076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158003351125609250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R5ToujYdyzI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Tb4V_sLiy5Y/s1600-h/DSCF0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R5ToujYdyzI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Tb4V_sLiy5Y/s200/DSCF0078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158003359715543858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R5TovDYdy0I/AAAAAAAAAW4/KS9RfP-BQtA/s1600-h/DSCF0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R5TovDYdy0I/AAAAAAAAAW4/KS9RfP-BQtA/s200/DSCF0080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158003368305478466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked up our new kitten yesterday from Special Pals, and what is really neat is she is a tortoise-shell colored just like Tinkerbell was! :) Anyway, welcome to the family Angel!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-6671659398353988146?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6671659398353988146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=6671659398353988146' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6671659398353988146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6671659398353988146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/angel-marie.html' title='Angel Marie'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R5TouDYdyyI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ywyo5__ejsc/s72-c/DSCF0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-1789696247234473843</id><published>2008-01-21T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:55:12.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Bunny Give Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R5TcYTYdyxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/i5TEBHUZLWw/s1600-h/Bunny+Card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R5TcYTYdyxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/i5TEBHUZLWw/s200/Bunny+Card.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157989783323921170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my all time favorite bloggers has opened her very own Etsy shop!! Lotta over at http://mom-o-matic.blogspot.com/index.html makes the cutest jewelry and vintage cards EVAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so completely in love with the things she has made, and being the super cool gal that she is ~ she has allowed me to host a little Give Away on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes, I have a cute lil' quiz~question about Easter since the winnah will receive two amazing Easter Cards made by Lotta that you can bestow on some unsuspecting family member or friend for Happy Bunny Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: In the catalogue of kids' favorite Easter foodstuff, what color jelly bean occupies the top of the list??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-1789696247234473843?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1789696247234473843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=1789696247234473843' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1789696247234473843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1789696247234473843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/funny-bunny-give-away.html' title='Funny Bunny Give Away!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R5TcYTYdyxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/i5TEBHUZLWw/s72-c/Bunny+Card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-6417267988569999239</id><published>2008-01-15T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:19:50.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appts Here, Appts There, Appts Everywhere</title><content type='html'>As usual things are hectic in our household, and this week is just filled to the brim of appointments. I had my yearly woman check up on Monday which they chose to wait until I drove the 30-45 minute drive and arrive to inform me the doctor had had an emergency and I would need to reschedule. That is after I called right before I even left for the appointment. Grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have a dentist appointment to get some fillings done on the left hand side of my mouth, and we all know what a treat that will be. I always find it quite interested trying to eat when I can't even feel my lips. Last time I had an itch on my face and even though I knew I was scratching it, I could not FEEL it. Thursday morning Taylor has an appointment with the dentist as well to get one filling. Even though we make sure and brush the kids teeth every morning and night, he still managed to get one cavity even though Claire has none. According to their dentist Taylor really deep grooves in his teeth so it is easier for food to become trapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then last but not least, our dog Jojo has an appointment with the vet on Friday morning to get his rabies shot and to have his leg looked at. Last Saturday he was in the backyard playing with my sister's puppy when we hear him yelp. He has been a 3-legged wonder dog ever since, and we have no idea what the hell happened to him. Please keep your fingers crossed that we're not going to have to sell a kidney to fix him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I attended MamaDramaConQuesoII and am so glad that I did! I met some really nice bloggers that I had not known before and got to meet some folks who's blog I read every day, so for me it was like meeting a movie star. Needless to say the entire way there I was trying not to hyperventilate and told Bryan it was like walking into your High School Reunion, but it was worth every minute of it ~ hives and all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire got lice. Again. After taking them out of daycare and switching elementary schools, we thought we were in the clear, seeing how she had not had them in about a year. But remember that birthday party I dropped my darlings off at last week?? Yeah I got a call from my BFF on Saturday to inform me that one of the dirty, I mean sweet girls that attended had lice. Grrrrr. And after doing a check of Miss Claire's head lo and behold, the bastards were back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan did a treatment on her as I had Taylor in the other bathtub, when Bryan stopped by and asked Taylor if his head itched. Taylor said "No, but my butt does." Luckily Taylor did not get the lice and I washed his dirty self so his butt would stop itching as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday is the Monster Truck Jam at the Reliant Stadium, which is something Bryan and I wanted to take the kids to but we're putting it off on the back burner until we know how much Jojo is going to put us under. It really won't be a huge disaster if we do not get to go seeing as how both of my children are scared of loud noises and those trucks can be at ear splittin' decibels. I also promised the kids we would go this weekend to the SPCA to see about maybe adopting a new kitten, so I guess we'll just see how everything works out. Hope you all are having a wonderful week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-6417267988569999239?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6417267988569999239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=6417267988569999239' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6417267988569999239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6417267988569999239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-usual-things-are-hectic-in-our.html' title='Appts Here, Appts There, Appts Everywhere'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-1123416700601573617</id><published>2008-01-15T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T08:54:29.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Good Not To Share In My Opinion</title><content type='html'>A United States Marine was attending some college courses between&lt;br /&gt; assignments. He had completed missions in Iraq and Afghanistan .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One of the courses had a professor who was a vowed atheist and a &lt;br /&gt; member of the ACLU.&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt; One day the professor shocked the class when he came in. He looked&lt;br /&gt; to the ceiling and flatly stated, "God, if you are real, then I want you&lt;br /&gt; to knock me off this platform. I'll give you exactly 15 minutes." The&lt;br /&gt; lecture room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. Ten minutes went by and&lt;br /&gt; the professor proclaimed, "Here I am God. I'm still waiting." It got down&lt;br /&gt; to the last couple of minutes when the Marine got out of his Chair, went&lt;br /&gt; up to the professor, and cold-cocked him; knocking him off the platform. The&lt;br /&gt; professor was out cold.The Marine went back to his seat and sat there, silently. The&lt;br /&gt; other students were shocked and stunned and sat there looking on in silence.&lt;br /&gt; The professor eventually came to, noticeably shaken, looked at the Marine&lt;br /&gt; and asked, "What the hell is the matter with you? Why did you do that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Marine calmly replied, "God was too busy today protecting&lt;br /&gt; America soldiers who are protecting your right to say stupid shit and act&lt;br /&gt; like an asshole. So, He sent me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-1123416700601573617?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1123416700601573617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=1123416700601573617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1123416700601573617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1123416700601573617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/too-good-not-to-share-in-my-opinion.html' title='Too Good Not To Share In My Opinion'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-948260382339707769</id><published>2008-01-11T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T10:43:35.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Night!</title><content type='html'>Last night was my BFF's daughter's birthday party, and the kids were just thrilled at the idea of going to Chuck E Cheese's on a school night! Pizza, cake, candy, crap, Oh My!! But I have to be honest, I think I was more excited then they were because, *holding my breath*, I got to drop them OFF and and spend 2 HOURS COMPLETELY ALONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan called me and asked what I would be doing with my hours off and I exclaimed, "I'm gonna vacuum butt ass naked!" I was obviously kidding but what I ended up doing was pretty much just as wacky. I had me a few Bud Lights and jammed out to George Michael!! Eat your heart out! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-948260382339707769?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/948260382339707769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=948260382339707769' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/948260382339707769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/948260382339707769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-night.html' title='What A Night!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-5330491719636697709</id><published>2008-01-10T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T17:15:10.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shit It's Santa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4bCpDYdywI/AAAAAAAAAWY/sWyx_xZJIDY/s1600-h/DSCF0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4bCpDYdywI/AAAAAAAAAWY/sWyx_xZJIDY/s200/DSCF0074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154020834110458626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is really crazy is that my husband still wants to sleep with that there Santa!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-5330491719636697709?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5330491719636697709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=5330491719636697709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5330491719636697709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/5330491719636697709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/holy-shit-its-santa.html' title='Holy Shit It&apos;s Santa!!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4bCpDYdywI/AAAAAAAAAWY/sWyx_xZJIDY/s72-c/DSCF0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-1949526021774658085</id><published>2008-01-10T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T10:34:10.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Blogger World!</title><content type='html'>I am back to being a sucky blogger, yes, this I know.  I seem to go through phases where I want to post every day about every little thing that is going on in my part of the world and then the next month I decide nothing is good enough to post.  Maybe that is just me being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years was a great time for us, we pretty much just took it easy and stayed home ~ just the four of us.  Bryan went and bought some fireworks to terrorise (entertain) the munchkins with and grilled out enough food for the entire damn street.  I ended up making a plate for the old guy next door that seems to be a widow and he happily took it.  Because I am old I barely made it to midnight, by 11pm (ll freaking pm people!!)I was ready for bed and actually asked Bryan if he could just wake me right before the ball dropped.  He couldn't believe it and told me I could just wait, which I did and as soon as that big ass ball hit ground my butt ran and hopped into bed.  Sad, very very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have big plans for the weekend?  I am going to go to Mama Drama Con Queso II, come hell or high water!  It is this Saturday here in Houston and if you're in the area, you should totally come and check it out.  I will be the fat one downing the Bud Lites to boost my confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested check into it here:  http://blogs.chron.com/mamadrama/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-1949526021774658085?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1949526021774658085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=1949526021774658085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1949526021774658085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1949526021774658085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-blogger-world.html' title='Hello Blogger World!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-4715296173224994658</id><published>2008-01-07T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T10:43:39.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4Jy1TYdyvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/V1fLqZxcAl0/s1600-h/Scale.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4Jy1TYdyvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/V1fLqZxcAl0/s200/Scale.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152807183726791410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-4715296173224994658?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4715296173224994658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=4715296173224994658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4715296173224994658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/4715296173224994658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/monday-funny.html' title='Monday Funny'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4Jy1TYdyvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/V1fLqZxcAl0/s72-c/Scale.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-1553064299360852419</id><published>2008-01-06T08:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T08:13:34.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And More  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D-GDYdyqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/oMJsp_DCKgU/s1600-h/DSCF0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D-GDYdyqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/oMJsp_DCKgU/s200/DSCF0039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152397353652439714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D-HDYdyrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3kJtQypxAzU/s1600-h/DSCF0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D-HDYdyrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3kJtQypxAzU/s200/DSCF0041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152397370832308914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D-HTYdysI/AAAAAAAAAV0/lWY4Ja8XKzY/s1600-h/DSCF0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D-HTYdysI/AAAAAAAAAV0/lWY4Ja8XKzY/s200/DSCF0045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152397375127276226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D-ITYdytI/AAAAAAAAAV8/AqRnqT7o2pU/s1600-h/DSCF0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D-ITYdytI/AAAAAAAAAV8/AqRnqT7o2pU/s200/DSCF0048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152397392307145426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D-IjYdyuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3csjJTCsUpE/s1600-h/DSCF0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D-IjYdyuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3csjJTCsUpE/s200/DSCF0051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152397396602112738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-1553064299360852419?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1553064299360852419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=1553064299360852419' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1553064299360852419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1553064299360852419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-more.html' title='And More  :)'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D-GDYdyqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/oMJsp_DCKgU/s72-c/DSCF0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-8008292693980231999</id><published>2008-01-06T08:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T08:10:05.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D9NjYdylI/AAAAAAAAAU8/PWEXhFTnA-A/s1600-h/DSCF0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D9NjYdylI/AAAAAAAAAU8/PWEXhFTnA-A/s200/DSCF0033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152396382989830738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D9OjYdymI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Ui1HYOJs5Ig/s1600-h/DSCF0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D9OjYdymI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Ui1HYOJs5Ig/s200/DSCF0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152396400169699938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D9OzYdynI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XxHFLZaTujs/s1600-h/DSCF0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D9OzYdynI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XxHFLZaTujs/s200/DSCF0035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152396404464667250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D9QDYdyoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xe35oksKgkM/s1600-h/DSCF0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D9QDYdyoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xe35oksKgkM/s200/DSCF0036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152396425939503746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D9QTYdypI/AAAAAAAAAVc/58fpa9R9DZM/s1600-h/DSCF0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D9QTYdypI/AAAAAAAAAVc/58fpa9R9DZM/s200/DSCF0037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152396430234471058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-8008292693980231999?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8008292693980231999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=8008292693980231999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/8008292693980231999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/8008292693980231999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D9NjYdylI/AAAAAAAAAU8/PWEXhFTnA-A/s72-c/DSCF0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-3206824996590421591</id><published>2008-01-06T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T08:06:55.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Xmas Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D8izYdygI/AAAAAAAAAUU/YOq1tMv084g/s1600-h/DSCF0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D8izYdygI/AAAAAAAAAUU/YOq1tMv084g/s200/DSCF0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152395648550423042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D8jDYdyhI/AAAAAAAAAUc/k57d_PJium4/s1600-h/DSCF0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D8jDYdyhI/AAAAAAAAAUc/k57d_PJium4/s200/DSCF0028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152395652845390354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D8jTYdyiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/rVncIjwYYDU/s1600-h/DSCF0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D8jTYdyiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/rVncIjwYYDU/s200/DSCF0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152395657140357666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D8jTYdyjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/WFiWJ78eFYs/s1600-h/DSCF0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D8jTYdyjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/WFiWJ78eFYs/s200/DSCF0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152395657140357682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D8jjYdykI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vxPZ003Nksc/s1600-h/DSCF0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D8jjYdykI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vxPZ003Nksc/s200/DSCF0031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152395661435324994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-3206824996590421591?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3206824996590421591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=3206824996590421591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3206824996590421591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/3206824996590421591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-xmas-pictures.html' title='More Xmas Pictures'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D8izYdygI/AAAAAAAAAUU/YOq1tMv084g/s72-c/DSCF0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-9046662347832462742</id><published>2008-01-06T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T08:04:21.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised, Xmas Pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D75zYdybI/AAAAAAAAATs/iQhzpE9iup8/s1600-h/DSCF0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D75zYdybI/AAAAAAAAATs/iQhzpE9iup8/s200/DSCF0021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152394944175786418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D76TYdycI/AAAAAAAAAT0/PfU42XDBqB4/s1600-h/DSCF0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D76TYdycI/AAAAAAAAAT0/PfU42XDBqB4/s200/DSCF0023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152394952765721026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D76TYdydI/AAAAAAAAAT8/bF8709VlJFQ/s1600-h/DSCF0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D76TYdydI/AAAAAAAAAT8/bF8709VlJFQ/s200/DSCF0024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152394952765721042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D76zYdyeI/AAAAAAAAAUE/yiGNyFNL1Hw/s1600-h/DSCF0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D76zYdyeI/AAAAAAAAAUE/yiGNyFNL1Hw/s200/DSCF0025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152394961355655650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D77DYdyfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/iCGI_La1JDk/s1600-h/DSCF0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D77DYdyfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/iCGI_La1JDk/s200/DSCF0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152394965650622962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the pictures are of Claire and Taylor, the blond lady is my Aunt Jamie, the brunette haired lady is my Mother, the older gentleman is my grandfather, the old lady is my great-grandmother we lovingly call Mamo, and last but not least it my cousin Preston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first ones are mostly of our tree and decorations. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-9046662347832462742?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/9046662347832462742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=9046662347832462742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/9046662347832462742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/9046662347832462742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-promised-xmas-pictures.html' title='As Promised, Xmas Pictures.'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R4D75zYdybI/AAAAAAAAATs/iQhzpE9iup8/s72-c/DSCF0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-1651400369223897157</id><published>2008-01-04T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T10:53:21.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official....</title><content type='html'>The in-laws have landed as of noon today in the good 'ole state of Texas. They have big plans for us this weekend, eating out, checking out the NASA Space Center, museums, a weekend chock full of runnin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just got my monthly visitor.....  Grrrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-1651400369223897157?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1651400369223897157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=1651400369223897157' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1651400369223897157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/1651400369223897157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official....'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046063441234084194.post-6324396508995036798</id><published>2008-01-01T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T06:43:11.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R3pReTYdyaI/AAAAAAAAATk/6M9kPejNnwA/s1600-h/New+Years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R3pReTYdyaI/AAAAAAAAATk/6M9kPejNnwA/s200/New+Years.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150518704892397986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of pictures to share with you all of Christmas and New Years, hopefully hubby can upload them all for me today.  Remember, it's gonna be great in 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046063441234084194-6324396508995036798?l=whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6324396508995036798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3046063441234084194&amp;postID=6324396508995036798' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6324396508995036798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3046063441234084194/posts/default/6324396508995036798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whocriesoverspilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years!'/><author><name>mommiebear2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09042886354609081409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s48/mommiebear2/Milk_Flavors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YknfoqCzCO8/R3pReTYdyaI/AAAAAAAAATk/6M9kPejNnwA/s72-c/New+Years.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
