<?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-3093551466084379657</id><updated>2011-12-06T15:31:49.324-08:00</updated><category term='Welcome Note'/><title type='text'>The Bottlets</title><subtitle type='html'>A running commentary of our toddlers, Lindsay and Jessica, and some of the funny things say.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-3246756599713902307</id><published>2010-07-06T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T23:41:02.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsay &amp; Jess can ride their 2 wheelers!</title><content type='html'>Lindsay and Jess figured out how to ride their bikes!! Yay! Grassy slope -  check, gravel slope - check, next stop...Burleigh Hill? Check out the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-64ca8ca728d4d496" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D64ca8ca728d4d496%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330157619%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D645A36678CE3C14BC891ED620D4380EDEC50C2D3.2C6DA47849AA762C7331CCDEADD9CDDA4DA4857B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64ca8ca728d4d496%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgJnxvtoTAVwWVQrW3om2woCodzw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D64ca8ca728d4d496%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330157619%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D645A36678CE3C14BC891ED620D4380EDEC50C2D3.2C6DA47849AA762C7331CCDEADD9CDDA4DA4857B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64ca8ca728d4d496%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgJnxvtoTAVwWVQrW3om2woCodzw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-3246756599713902307?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/3246756599713902307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=3246756599713902307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/3246756599713902307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/3246756599713902307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2010/07/lindsay-jess-can-ride-their-2-wheelers.html' title='Lindsay &amp; Jess can ride their 2 wheelers!'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-1125308885808146328</id><published>2010-04-07T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T18:52:52.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the real Jessica?</title><content type='html'>Today at dinner, I almost fell off my chair.  Jessica actually ate something green and liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c2861c20c2b6d62e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc2861c20c2b6d62e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330157619%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D7996EEE738861A2A16B8D230801AA139DAB99F.3A8F5AA30526A12338079DBDAF67B639B830F1C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc2861c20c2b6d62e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEHIkZlRm01rmYdVAIAyUVmKzTdI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc2861c20c2b6d62e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330157619%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D7996EEE738861A2A16B8D230801AA139DAB99F.3A8F5AA30526A12338079DBDAF67B639B830F1C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc2861c20c2b6d62e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEHIkZlRm01rmYdVAIAyUVmKzTdI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-1125308885808146328?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/1125308885808146328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=1125308885808146328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/1125308885808146328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/1125308885808146328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2010/04/wheres-real-jessica.html' title='Where&apos;s the real Jessica?'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-8420738350065070341</id><published>2009-05-02T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:53:49.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unplugged with Lindsay and Jessica Bott</title><content type='html'>While we were having breakfast this morning, Linsday, my 6 year old looks at me and says:&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you wearing that t-shirt mom?...When you wear that t-shirt you look like a real chinese person who doesn't know how to speak english!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gets me laughing with shock and bewilderment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jess pipes up and says:&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I was californian. Californians just take off all their clothes and jump in the water."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-8420738350065070341?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/8420738350065070341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=8420738350065070341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/8420738350065070341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/8420738350065070341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2009/05/unplugged-with-lindsay-and-jessica-bott.html' title='Unplugged with Lindsay and Jessica Bott'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-6488551729775862872</id><published>2009-01-11T22:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:22:38.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Engineers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Step 1: Lindsay sketches out her design on her napkin at dinner time&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/SWrosVBg9OI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ToDSW6jakz4/s1600-h/InitialPlan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290296560555455714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/SWrosVBg9OI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ToDSW6jakz4/s320/InitialPlan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 2: After dinner the girls get to work and start the foundation&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290297329032281330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/SWrpZD0qvPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/9vf9bJit3hA/s320/FortStage1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 3: The frame is up... and it kind of resembles the original design :-)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290301486658131298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/SWrtLEL6lWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4eNlVSxFg54/s320/FortStage2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Fort Rocket is open!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290298186723957266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/SWrqK--TGhI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VZQqJWEflLo/s320/Stage3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-6488551729775862872?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/6488551729775862872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=6488551729775862872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/6488551729775862872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/6488551729775862872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-engineers.html' title='Little Engineers'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/SWrosVBg9OI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ToDSW6jakz4/s72-c/InitialPlan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-3074434674470051402</id><published>2009-01-11T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:49:55.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Manipulator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/SWroDAp6s9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ATrAElKVqZU/s1600-h/image0-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290295850713134034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/SWroDAp6s9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ATrAElKVqZU/s320/image0-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/SWrnvaI00CI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4zRM--kSDEk/s1600-h/Stage3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight after dinner, Dave let Lindsay and Jessica pick out their "treat" for the evening. "The girls have had their treat!" he calls out to me. So I make a note to self - do not let the girls have any more treats tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shortly thereafter, Jess comes up to me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom, I haven't had my treat yet"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quickly respond "Take it up with your Father Jess. He said you already had one." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Jess dissappears to the basement to talk to Dave. She comes back to me and says &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Daddy said yes!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If I go downstairs and ask Daddy if he let you have a treat will he say yes?" I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nooo don't ask him - he already knows!" she pleads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nice try Jess" I say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that evening I asked Dave, "Did Jess come downstairs and ask you if she could have another treat? Because she told me you said yes." He laughs and says, "She came downstairs and asked me "Did I have my treat already dad?" and I responded "Yes!" so then she went back to you and said "Daddy said yes! What a smart girl!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That little sneak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-3074434674470051402?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/3074434674470051402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=3074434674470051402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/3074434674470051402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/3074434674470051402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2009/01/manipulator.html' title='The Manipulator'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/SWroDAp6s9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ATrAElKVqZU/s72-c/image0-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-7080565671320654275</id><published>2008-07-09T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:12:46.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Seat Driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/SHVwExkV0tI/AAAAAAAAAMA/eITYYZ1IMxA/s1600-h/Copy+of+LindsayPeek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/SHVwExkV0tI/AAAAAAAAAMA/eITYYZ1IMxA/s320/Copy+of+LindsayPeek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221202570333508306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as Dave was driving our 3 year old daughter Jessica home from Daycare-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While growing  impatient idling at a red light, Jess yells to the driver in front of us, "Move pinhead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cocked my eyebrow at Dave and responded "Gee, I wonder where she got that one from?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-7080565671320654275?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/7080565671320654275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=7080565671320654275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/7080565671320654275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/7080565671320654275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-seat-driver.html' title='Back Seat Driver'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/SHVwExkV0tI/AAAAAAAAAMA/eITYYZ1IMxA/s72-c/Copy+of+LindsayPeek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-3678273038236804563</id><published>2008-04-14T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:00:56.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's up Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/SAQMSm5M5TI/AAAAAAAAAL0/olPZwYP9rK0/s1600-h/IMG_2472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189286184455300402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/SAQMSm5M5TI/AAAAAAAAAL0/olPZwYP9rK0/s320/IMG_2472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend when Brenda (Grandma) was having lunch with us, I mentioned to her about how I need to discipline the girls on how to be more helpful around the house. Things like making their own bed in the morning, clearing the table after meals, making me coffee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Brenda says to the girls, "Did you hear that girls? It's time for you to start helping mommy around the house."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jess looks up and says, "It's time to go home Grandma!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-3678273038236804563?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/3678273038236804563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=3678273038236804563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/3678273038236804563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/3678273038236804563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2008/04/times-up-grandma.html' title='Time&apos;s up Grandma'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/SAQMSm5M5TI/AAAAAAAAAL0/olPZwYP9rK0/s72-c/IMG_2472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-7722622145090533008</id><published>2008-04-02T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:50:14.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Zerberts for Dad</title><content type='html'>Tonight after we dried the girls off from their bath, Dave was giving them zerberts on their bellies. They were killing themselves laughing from all the tickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jess says "Lie down dad - I'll give you one." She leans over Dave's belly and attempts her zerbert, slobbering over him in the process. Dave says, "Try it again Jess but you have get in closer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess responds "Um...nah...I don't want to get hair in my mouth..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Dave and just about died laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ba3f98119a03358" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0ba3f98119a03358%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330157619%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D79BE1C0FDFCF610AA590CA5C69315DBE8D6F8DAB.5B6B6305FD303A35C7918F914850AA24A6AFBFB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dba3f98119a03358%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpIMTZ4RmuMBYA9DKkbHACrXE5pk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0ba3f98119a03358%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330157619%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D79BE1C0FDFCF610AA590CA5C69315DBE8D6F8DAB.5B6B6305FD303A35C7918F914850AA24A6AFBFB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dba3f98119a03358%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpIMTZ4RmuMBYA9DKkbHACrXE5pk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-7722622145090533008?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ba3f98119a03358&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/7722622145090533008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=7722622145090533008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/7722622145090533008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/7722622145090533008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-more-zerberts-for-dad.html' title='No More Zerberts for Dad'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-7999422277500958367</id><published>2008-02-23T20:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:09:43.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this Nork?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/R8D8C7ycurI/AAAAAAAAALs/FsJe5TN-xts/s1600-h/IMG_2144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170409499560557234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/R8D8C7ycurI/AAAAAAAAALs/FsJe5TN-xts/s320/IMG_2144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning we took the family to Toronto to celebrate the baptism of our new baby cousin Aria. As we were driving over the Burlington skyway, Jessica pointed out the tall buildings and asked, "Daddy, is this Nork?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nork?" we responded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yah, Nork, you know...where Aunty Jacqueline lives"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh you mean New York! No hon, this isn't New York...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-7999422277500958367?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/7999422277500958367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=7999422277500958367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/7999422277500958367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/7999422277500958367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-this-nork.html' title='Is this Nork?'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/R8D8C7ycurI/AAAAAAAAALs/FsJe5TN-xts/s72-c/IMG_2144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-6213515131500485757</id><published>2008-02-18T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:10:29.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Play Checkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/R7pVu7ycuqI/AAAAAAAAALM/GHIxCk1f4Ic/s1600-h/IMG_2310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168537787172698786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/R7pVu7ycuqI/AAAAAAAAALM/GHIxCk1f4Ic/s320/IMG_2310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come play checkers with me mom" Lindsay says to me one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm not sure I remember how to play honey...will you teach me?" I say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sure, it's easy!" she says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"First...you set up the game, second...you decide who goes first, third...you play the game..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-6213515131500485757?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/6213515131500485757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=6213515131500485757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/6213515131500485757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/6213515131500485757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-play-checkers.html' title='How to Play Checkers'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/R7pVu7ycuqI/AAAAAAAAALM/GHIxCk1f4Ic/s72-c/IMG_2310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-8797257966958706196</id><published>2008-02-16T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T18:18:06.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/R7eY-rycupI/AAAAAAAAALE/R0aVkr2xtYo/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_2235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167767300104567442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/R7eY-rycupI/AAAAAAAAALE/R0aVkr2xtYo/s320/Copy+of+IMG_2235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One evening when we were giving the girls their bath, Jessica's asks me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom, am I half Chinese?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I guess you could say that" I respond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she points to her right leg and says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Is this leg Chinese?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave quickly answers "No - that leg is caucasian...the other one is chinese!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-8797257966958706196?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/8797257966958706196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=8797257966958706196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/8797257966958706196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/8797257966958706196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2008/02/half-chinese.html' title='Half Chinese'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/R7eY-rycupI/AAAAAAAAALE/R0aVkr2xtYo/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_2235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-482526586688035659</id><published>2007-10-14T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T18:56:02.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim Lehrer Interviews Wordgirl</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/rlu77RHNZtg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/rlu77RHNZtg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girls and I discovered a relatively new cartoon today on PBS called Wordgirl.  She's a 10 year old superhero that uses her superhero strength combined with her extensive vocabulary to save the day. We  absolutely love this show! Afterwards, the girls spent most of the day re-enacting the show and creating "diversions" -(Wordgirl's word of the day)!&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/3093551466084379657-482526586688035659?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/482526586688035659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=482526586688035659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/482526586688035659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/482526586688035659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2007/10/jim-lehrer-interviews-wordgirl.html' title='Jim Lehrer Interviews Wordgirl'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-2774686005857890145</id><published>2007-10-04T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:12:01.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Tough Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RwWdWtXnaKI/AAAAAAAAACY/tTAybPJXIZs/s1600-h/LindsayPrincess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117669565037766818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RwWdWtXnaKI/AAAAAAAAACY/tTAybPJXIZs/s320/LindsayPrincess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day as I was trying to get through the mad rush of a weekday morning (making sure the girls get dressed, brush their teeth, eat their breakfast, do their hair, pack lunches, pack the bags, put on my makeup, etc.) I decide to turn to Lindsay for help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lindsay, could you push the button on the coffee machine for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her response -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING AROUND HERE?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-2774686005857890145?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/2774686005857890145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=2774686005857890145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/2774686005857890145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/2774686005857890145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-tough-life.html' title='It&apos;s a Tough Life'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RwWdWtXnaKI/AAAAAAAAACY/tTAybPJXIZs/s72-c/LindsayPrincess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-8464230295701872950</id><published>2007-10-04T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:40:59.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jess vs the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RwWWBtXnaJI/AAAAAAAAACM/9Xb2WF9vkvI/s1600-h/JessFerrisWheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117661507679119506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RwWWBtXnaJI/AAAAAAAAACM/9Xb2WF9vkvI/s320/JessFerrisWheel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One sunny day, Jess was riding in the backseat of Dave's car and kept saying "Stop it....stop...STOP IT!!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So Dave asks her "What's the matter Jess?" and she responds "The sun is in my mouth!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-8464230295701872950?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/8464230295701872950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=8464230295701872950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/8464230295701872950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/8464230295701872950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2007/10/jess-vs-sun.html' title='Jess vs the Sun'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RwWWBtXnaJI/AAAAAAAAACM/9Xb2WF9vkvI/s72-c/JessFerrisWheel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-4492648675634977627</id><published>2007-07-06T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:45:46.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Ro8MPIzq8zI/AAAAAAAAACE/d_wtSX0iTR0/s1600-h/IMG_1166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084295958526358322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Ro8MPIzq8zI/AAAAAAAAACE/d_wtSX0iTR0/s200/IMG_1166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy is Sneaky that way!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight as I was tucking the girls in I got the usual requests-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Mommy sit with us for 2 minutes" Jessica says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"This time make sure you kiss me before you leave the room...even if I'm sleeping" Lindsay says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then I respond "I always do honey - you just don't remember it because you're always sleeping!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then I hear her mutter under her breath as she drifts off, "Well maybe you're just sneaky that way..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It made me chuckle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-4492648675634977627?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/4492648675634977627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=4492648675634977627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/4492648675634977627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/4492648675634977627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2007/07/mommy-is-sneaky-that-way-tonight-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Ro8MPIzq8zI/AAAAAAAAACE/d_wtSX0iTR0/s72-c/IMG_1166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-1822842044280078196</id><published>2007-07-06T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:24:58.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Ro8GvYzq8yI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ksOWpevph_4/s1600-h/LindsayNails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084289915507372834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Ro8GvYzq8yI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ksOWpevph_4/s200/LindsayNails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blame mom for everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight at dinner while I was trying to find out about Lindsay and Jessica's day, I asked Lindsay "What kind of things did you do at camp today sweetie?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Immediately Lindsay frowns at me and says "Mommy - you forgot to bring pirate stuff for me to wear!". Apparently it was pirate day and people were supposed to come to school dressed like pirates. "Well nobody told me this honey...I didn't know it was pirate day!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then she retorts in the same accusing voice "That's because I was supposed to tell you!!" and she continues to frown at me as if to say "It's still your fault mom!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-1822842044280078196?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/1822842044280078196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=1822842044280078196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/1822842044280078196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/1822842044280078196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2007/07/blame-mom-for-everything-tonight-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Ro8GvYzq8yI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ksOWpevph_4/s72-c/LindsayNails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-2879173440983867594</id><published>2007-05-28T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:59:25.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm pooped!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RlukmazoNFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7oTA_I7gaRw/s1600-h/JessFantasyIsland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069826785473475666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RlukmazoNFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7oTA_I7gaRw/s200/JessFantasyIsland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night, after I finished reading the girls their bedtime stories I said to them, "Phew! Mommy's pooped!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So Jessica walks up to me and says in a low voice, "Mommy - let me check your bum". She then pats my behind and gives me her assessment, "There's no poo in there mommy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had to laugh and explain to her that it was just a figure of speech!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-2879173440983867594?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/2879173440983867594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=2879173440983867594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/2879173440983867594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/2879173440983867594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-pooped.html' title='I&apos;m pooped!'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RlukmazoNFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7oTA_I7gaRw/s72-c/JessFantasyIsland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-4645696395986821975</id><published>2007-04-28T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T18:07:48.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsay's Pet Worm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RjQeDwfZTBI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ih-AgNBAsSo/s1600-h/IMG_1179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058701331348933650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RjQeDwfZTBI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ih-AgNBAsSo/s200/IMG_1179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday when I went to pick Lindsay up from school she said to me, "Mommy I have something in my pocket that you might be afraid of". Reluctantly I asked her "Is it alive?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yah - it's a worm" she said. "Really?" I said, part of me being impressed with her interest in nature and part of me being downright disgusted in the fact there might be a creature slithering around in her pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she shows me her pocket and sure enough there's a worm in it but to my relief it was pretty much dehydrated (in other words it was D-E-A-D).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told her that it wasn't a great idea to keep a worm in her pocket and that she should at least put it in a container of some sort. So she pulls out her lunch bag and puts "Wormy" in an old sandwich bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for the past few days now, Lindsay has been sleeping with "Wormy" and bringing him to the dinner table with us, and every once in a while she will even take him out of the ziplock bag to pet him or give it a piece of apple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked grandma how long I should let this continue and grandma's response was, let her do it. In a few weeks it will turn into a lump of dust and I won't have to worry about "wormy" anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-4645696395986821975?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/4645696395986821975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=4645696395986821975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/4645696395986821975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/4645696395986821975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2007/04/lindsays-pet-worm.html' title='Lindsay&apos;s Pet Worm'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RjQeDwfZTBI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ih-AgNBAsSo/s72-c/IMG_1179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-1748550539248984036</id><published>2007-04-26T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T19:46:34.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm...Gravy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RjK1gwfZTAI/AAAAAAAAABk/o8bUjwYpTg0/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058304905867512834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RjK1gwfZTAI/AAAAAAAAABk/o8bUjwYpTg0/s200/Copy+of+IMG_1168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RjK1MAfZS_I/AAAAAAAAABc/GE3pYoYVWfA/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1168.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One evening while I was away in Toronto, Dave served the girls BBQ chicken and gravy for dinner. Jessica started licking the gravy off of her plate and Dave says to her, "Here Jess, let me put the gravy in a cup for you so you can dip the chicken in the gravy that way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess takes the cup, looks up at Dave and says, "Daddy... daddy... can I dwink it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Jess likes gravy... as a beverage. Homer Simpson lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-1748550539248984036?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/1748550539248984036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=1748550539248984036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/1748550539248984036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/1748550539248984036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2007/04/mmmmgravy.html' title='Mmmm...Gravy!'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RjK1gwfZTAI/AAAAAAAAABk/o8bUjwYpTg0/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_1168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-3590550620048757001</id><published>2007-04-26T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T20:10:50.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures from JK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RjFl4AfZS-I/AAAAAAAAABU/lNYPn36kLp4/s1600-h/IMG_1089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057935869392538594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RjFl4AfZS-I/AAAAAAAAABU/lNYPn36kLp4/s320/IMG_1089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linday came home from school one day and said, "You know what mommy? When Madison and I bumped heads today, we both told on each other, then we said we never be friends again, but now we're friends again!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently Lindsay and Madison are best of friends but they always fight. It's pretty funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-3590550620048757001?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/3590550620048757001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=3590550620048757001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/3590550620048757001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/3590550620048757001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2007/04/adventures-from-jk.html' title='Adventures from JK'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RjFl4AfZS-I/AAAAAAAAABU/lNYPn36kLp4/s72-c/IMG_1089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-9112961268662649454</id><published>2007-04-20T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T20:11:36.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wuv you mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RimFE4jBOUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IrWf0UR48Wk/s1600-h/JessAtAndrews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055718375645329730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RimFE4jBOUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IrWf0UR48Wk/s200/JessAtAndrews.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tonight Jessica spilled a jar full of pennies on the floor and looked up at me in anticipation of my reaction. I looked at her sternly and said, "Jessica, you spilled it, now you clean it up". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Mommy are you happy at me?" she says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"I will be when you clean up your mess" I respond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then she attempts to run away saying in her most sincere voice "I wuv you mom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Nice try Jess - clean it up!" and I make her clean it up while thinking - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That little rascal - what a sweet talker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-9112961268662649454?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/9112961268662649454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=9112961268662649454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/9112961268662649454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/9112961268662649454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wuv-you-mom.html' title='I wuv you mom'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/RimFE4jBOUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IrWf0UR48Wk/s72-c/JessAtAndrews.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-6630847029391149961</id><published>2007-03-25T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:54:40.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Smarter than You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Rgc15XO2kgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QG5pMyCfW-Y/s1600-h/IMG_1082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046061167097057794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Rgc15XO2kgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QG5pMyCfW-Y/s200/IMG_1082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Rgc1aHO2kfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Nk1u0rdE0K0/s1600-h/IMG_1081.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today while doing crafts with Lindsay in the kitchen Lindsay said to me, "Mommy I'm smarter than you". I told her that while it may be ok to say things like that to mom, she shouldn't say things like that to her friends because it might hurt their feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lindsay replied, "Mom - it was just a figure of speech!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-6630847029391149961?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/6630847029391149961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=6630847029391149961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/6630847029391149961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/6630847029391149961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-smarter-than-you.html' title='I&apos;m Smarter than You'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Rgc15XO2kgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QG5pMyCfW-Y/s72-c/IMG_1082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-5361830082131004869</id><published>2007-03-23T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T20:08:54.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Done Whining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Rgc2gnO2khI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dKCiuVUHQWc/s1600-h/IMG_1099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046061841406923282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Rgc2gnO2khI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dKCiuVUHQWc/s200/IMG_1099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday when I went to pick up Jess from daycare I noticed that she was a bit teary eyed. Sandy - her teacher explained to me that she was upset because someone took one of her toys (one that she wasn't really playing with) and so she started to cry. Sandy said, "Jessica, when you stop crying you can ask for the toy back". So Jess continues to cry. A few minutes later Jess walks up to Sandy and says- "Sandy, I'm done whining now".&lt;br /&gt;Sandy found that pretty amusing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-5361830082131004869?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/5361830082131004869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=5361830082131004869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/5361830082131004869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/5361830082131004869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-done-whining.html' title='I&apos;m Done Whining'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Rgc2gnO2khI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dKCiuVUHQWc/s72-c/IMG_1099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-8450785173978006055</id><published>2007-03-23T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:58:35.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsay Bott is my Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Rgc20HO2kiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iv2uiCwZDmk/s1600-h/IMG_1066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046062176414372386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Rgc20HO2kiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iv2uiCwZDmk/s200/IMG_1066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay's March Break was last week (Mar 12-16). We thought it would be fun to send her back to her old daycare for the week so that she could visit with her some of her old friends and teachers and her little sister Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All week long Jessica would point at Lindsay and brag -&lt;br /&gt;"Lindsay Bott is my best friend!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-8450785173978006055?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/8450785173978006055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=8450785173978006055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/8450785173978006055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/8450785173978006055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-break-at-lindsays-old-school.html' title='Lindsay Bott is my Best Friend'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Rgc20HO2kiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iv2uiCwZDmk/s72-c/IMG_1066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-8014357540913324453</id><published>2007-03-19T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T20:01:43.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsay's Guardian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Rgc3hHO2kjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KYIMb8JiZJk/s1600-h/IMG_1075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046062949508485682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Rgc3hHO2kjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KYIMb8JiZJk/s200/IMG_1075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night while I was tucking the girls in for the night, Lindsay started to cry and asked me if she could sleep with me and daddy in the big bed. I told her that she has her own bed and that there's no reason to be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Besides, Jessica's in the bed right beside you and you need to keep each other company" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jess said in a consoling voice "It's ok Winsey, I'm right here!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-8014357540913324453?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/8014357540913324453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=8014357540913324453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/8014357540913324453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/8014357540913324453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-night-while-i-was-tucking-girls-in.html' title='Lindsay&apos;s Guardian'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YlIOBECgGg/Rgc3hHO2kjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KYIMb8JiZJk/s72-c/IMG_1075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093551466084379657.post-3582896467601805695</id><published>2007-03-19T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:17:41.356-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome Note'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the Bottlets!</title><content type='html'>Hello and welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bottlets are our 2 beautiful girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lindsay Nicole Bott - June 22, 2002&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jessica Claire Bott - August 14, 2004&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a blog of observations I've made on our girls, that I thought others might appreciate.  Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093551466084379657-3582896467601805695?l=thebottlets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/feeds/3582896467601805695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093551466084379657&amp;postID=3582896467601805695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/3582896467601805695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093551466084379657/posts/default/3582896467601805695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebottlets.blogspot.com/2007/03/welcome-to-bottlets.html' title='Welcome to the Bottlets!'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06701307860513692440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.ubuntuforums.org/customavatars/avatar10964_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
