<?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-5881658</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:15:31.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Speak</title><subtitle type='html'>Cute things my kids say...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-116074513724228142</id><published>2006-10-13T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T07:43:51.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me-- age 35</title><summary type='text'>During Fire Prevention Week:Phoebe (age 3) asks Mommy how do we tell if there's a fire out the front door.Me-- You can feel the door to see if it's hot.Zach (age 5) Or you could just look out this window here by the door.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/116074513724228142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/116074513724228142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116074513724228142' title='Me-- age 35'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-115254594308002684</id><published>2006-07-10T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T08:39:03.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zachariah age 5</title><summary type='text'>Mommy, I know how to make your neck bigger.Why do you want your neck bigger?So you can see over things better?Oh, yes.  So how to you get it bigger?Like this (Zach stretched his neck backwards).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/115254594308002684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/115254594308002684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115254594308002684' title='Zachariah age 5'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-115254577606232370</id><published>2006-07-10T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T08:36:16.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeman age 4</title><summary type='text'>I wish I had a thousand heads... so I could think all day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/115254577606232370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/115254577606232370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115254577606232370' title='Freeman age 4'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-115073274253503770</id><published>2006-06-19T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T08:59:02.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanner age 2</title><summary type='text'>As Ryan was leaving for work the other day, Tanner pointed to Ryan's name badge and said:  That says Daddy Dalton.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/115073274253503770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/115073274253503770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115073274253503770' title='Tanner age 2'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-115073233283187366</id><published>2006-06-19T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T08:52:12.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoebe when she was two</title><summary type='text'>"I'm a PEENcess".  "I'm peety.""I want to ride my hosey.""I want to trail ride by my SELF!""'Siah is my baby." (Josiah her little brother)"My birthday's coming soon." (She began saying this at the beginning of May)"I wanna go with Daddy.""I wanna hold one of those things" (Baby chicks)"I want a baby for my birthday" (Referring to a doll)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/115073233283187366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/115073233283187366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115073233283187366' title='Phoebe when she was two'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-115073143005544936</id><published>2006-06-19T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T08:37:10.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoebe says.... on her third birthday</title><summary type='text'>Mommy; Phoebe do you love God?Phoebe: No.Mommy: Phoebe do you know God?Phoebe: Yes.Mommy:  Who is God?Phoebe: I am.Phoebe says, "Everybody likes Phoebe."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/115073143005544936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/115073143005544936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115073143005544936' title='Phoebe says.... on her third birthday'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-112688628870682806</id><published>2005-09-16T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:58:08.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach-- four years old</title><summary type='text'>Why do Mommys have babies and not little boys?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/112688628870682806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/112688628870682806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112688628870682806' title='Zach-- four years old'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-112370910374157796</id><published>2005-08-10T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:59:49.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 year old Zachisms</title><summary type='text'>"Mommy I hope you have two babies." Why? "Because you have two of those nurser things"On a Monday evening-- "Daddy!!"  Crying  "Daddy, Joshua said it's Wednesday and but it's not it's nightime!"About our friend Courntney who was watching her 5 year old neighbor while we were visiting--"Mommy I hope Courtney gives that boy back."  Why?  "Because he belongs to someone else."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/112370910374157796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/112370910374157796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112370910374157796' title='4 year old Zachisms'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-111392897336936596</id><published>2005-04-19T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T09:42:53.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me tell you about my dream-- Zach age 4</title><summary type='text'>Mommy, I had a dream.  A new kind of dream.  A bad dream.  The floors were sinking.  Papa was in it too.  He was in that room breaking the floor to put rocks in to stop it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/111392897336936596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/111392897336936596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111392897336936596' title='Let me tell you about my dream-- Zach age 4'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-110228561171040489</id><published>2004-12-05T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T14:26:51.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeman-- age 2 wanting to tell Aunt Lori over the phone</title><summary type='text'>Mommy,  I want to tell Aunt Lori, "Bad News"  like the dog.  (Referring to a scene in Toy Story)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/110228561171040489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/110228561171040489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110228561171040489' title='Freeman-- age 2 wanting to tell Aunt Lori over the phone'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-110204140598543453</id><published>2004-12-02T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T18:36:45.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daryl age 33-- when Mrs. White was missing from the clue game</title><summary type='text'>We can't play-- how do we KNOW Mrs. White didn't do it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/110204140598543453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/110204140598543453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110204140598543453' title='Daryl age 33-- when Mrs. White was missing from the clue game'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-110204125277515017</id><published>2004-12-02T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T18:34:12.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach age 3-- to Daddy who is working in the attic</title><summary type='text'>Daddy!  (What?) Daddy (Yes, Zach?)Daddy, Phoebe (age 17 months) said, "Mommy is God."  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/110204125277515017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/110204125277515017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110204125277515017' title='Zach age 3-- to Daddy who is working in the attic'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-109968533544544570</id><published>2004-11-05T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T12:08:55.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars Wars renamed</title><summary type='text'>Dark Vadar (Zach and Annika)Java the Hutt (Joshua age 10)Light Savers (All the kids)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109968533544544570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109968533544544570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109968533544544570' title='Stars Wars renamed'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-109968520849352298</id><published>2004-11-05T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T12:06:48.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach age 3--talking about his new kitten 4 weeks old</title><summary type='text'>Mommy, my kitten growing?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109968520849352298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109968520849352298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109968520849352298' title='Zach age 3--talking about his new kitten 4 weeks old'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-109569983692755556</id><published>2004-09-20T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T10:03:56.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach age 3 When Mommy asks if he would like another baby sister or a baby brother</title><summary type='text'>"I want to choose."Mommy "You want to choose?""Uh huh, right now.  I want to choose one."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109569983692755556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109569983692755556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109569983692755556' title='Zach age 3 When Mommy asks if he would like another baby sister or a baby brother'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-109569974712407126</id><published>2004-09-20T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T10:02:27.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach age 3 When Dad asked if wants another baby sister or brother</title><summary type='text'>"I like those kittens"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109569974712407126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109569974712407126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109569974712407126' title='Zach age 3 When Dad asked if wants another baby sister or brother'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-109569968934001777</id><published>2004-09-20T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T10:01:29.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach age 3</title><summary type='text'>Mommy, that dog licked me.... like food.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109569968934001777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109569968934001777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109569968934001777' title='Zach age 3'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-109422135240659701</id><published>2004-09-03T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T07:22:32.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach age 3</title><summary type='text'>The sun will come up by itself so I can go to sleep.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109422135240659701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109422135240659701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109422135240659701' title='Zach age 3'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-109422116480672121</id><published>2004-09-03T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T07:19:24.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annika-- age 6 singing</title><summary type='text'>Jesus died off the cross for you and me!He rose from the bushes for you and me!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109422116480672121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109422116480672121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109422116480672121' title='Annika-- age 6 singing'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-109197849352926710</id><published>2004-08-08T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T08:21:33.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judah age 8 1/2</title><summary type='text'>Showing her daddy what she's planning for dinner--"I'm going to make veternarian zucchini."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109197849352926710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109197849352926710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109197849352926710' title='Judah age 8 1/2'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-109154397841531049</id><published>2004-08-03T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T07:39:38.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annika age 6</title><summary type='text'>Mommy, if God didn't make me would I be white or black or nothing at all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109154397841531049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109154397841531049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154397841531049' title='Annika age 6'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-109154391891157258</id><published>2004-08-03T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T07:38:38.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach age 3</title><summary type='text'>Pointing at a hammock at a friend's house:"We don't have one of those.  We need to buy one."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109154391891157258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109154391891157258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154391891157258' title='Zach age 3'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-109154382331754422</id><published>2004-08-03T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T07:37:03.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annika age 6</title><summary type='text'>I don't have dreams mostly my sleep is just black.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109154382331754422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/109154382331754422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154382331754422' title='Annika age 6'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-106692025395087064</id><published>2003-10-23T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T07:44:13.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach age 2</title><summary type='text'>I'm not cute, I'm two!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/106692025395087064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/106692025395087064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106692025395087064' title='Zach age 2'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-106692017974077150</id><published>2003-10-23T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T07:42:59.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judah Age 7</title><summary type='text'>How could Jesus be born when He was alive when the world was created?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/106692017974077150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/106692017974077150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106692017974077150' title='Judah Age 7'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-106692010184633262</id><published>2003-10-23T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T07:41:41.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annika</title><summary type='text'>Ow, the baby bit me!  Mommy, you know those pink things above your teeth, they're really hard!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/106692010184633262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/106692010184633262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106692010184633262' title='Annika'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-106571227833872166</id><published>2003-10-09T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T08:11:18.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annika age 5</title><summary type='text'>I think babies know how to speak English ....  they just don't know what to say.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/106571227833872166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/106571227833872166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106571227833872166' title='Annika age 5'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-106495662278577101</id><published>2003-09-30T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T14:17:02.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua Age 9-- at Legoland</title><summary type='text'>I want to go to a Confession Stand.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/106495662278577101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/106495662278577101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106495662278577101' title='Joshua Age 9-- at Legoland'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881658.post-106495615485929581</id><published>2003-09-30T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T14:12:52.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annika age 5 </title><summary type='text'>When I grow up I want to be a normal person like you.  Judah will probably be a vet or run a kitty hospital.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/106495615485929581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881658/posts/default/106495615485929581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsspeak.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106495615485929581' title='Annika age 5 '/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
