<?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-5206533730110196743</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:41:35.839-08:00</updated><category term='Miranda'/><category term='The girls'/><category term='Molly'/><title type='text'>Jenny10Fingers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206533730110196743/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny10fingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04842740907555744241</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206533730110196743.post-1757226231027102121</id><published>2009-04-01T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:38:50.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miranda'/><title type='text'>jenny10fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SdRA5LUQmYI/AAAAAAAAADs/SwmjoOCFsyk/s1600-h/DSCF0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319948410865883522" style="DISPLAY: block; 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She is like a sponge. She gets into the movies and T.V. programs that we watch. She will ask, "What happened?", "Where'd he go?" "What's that?" If she doesn't know what something is she will call it a monster, dragon, or ghost. She will say "Monster, going to hurt you." I explain to her that nothing can come out of the TV and hurt anyone. She is a little overdramatic. We are usually watching Disney or Nickelodeon and the programs aren't scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go though books and she will point and name all the pictures in the book. However, when it comes to me asking her to bring me something, it is like I am speaking in a foreign language. I will say, "Miranda, bring me the box on the table." She knows what a box is and what a table is, but she will start looking on the ground or in the toy box. She will pick up things to bring me that aren't boxes, then she will start going into other rooms to look. I try to break it down for her, "box on table". Nope that doesn't work. She will turn and look in the opposite direction. I will point. She will either look at the end of my finger, or out in the distance, but never where I intend. We laugh at her. She is so funny. She wants to help and make me happy, but for some reason, "box on the table" just doesn't compute. I usually end up going to get what I need anyway. 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313983495428047394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/Sb8P1ZtHAiI/AAAAAAAAADE/mge8Y-G-qkI/s320/DSCN0140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Her favorite toy is that blue tent thing, she loves to play "Where's Molly"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313983279185813154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/Sb8Po0I8XqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PgVrVc75fKg/s320/DSCN0142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not sure what she is doing here. She may have been yelling at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/Sb8Po0I8XqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PgVrVc75fKg/s1600-h/DSCN0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Webfetti.com" src="http://ak.webfetti.com/assets/glitter/0/25.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Molly has been developing a little slower than Miranda did. She is in the normal age ranges, but she hits her milestones about 6 months behind when Miranda hit her's. I used to worry about her, but I have been researching. I have found that when siblings are born so close together, the one born second is usually slower in hitting their milestones. She started walking when she was 17 months old. We had about given up hope :')).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is now starting to talk. I have been meaning to write down what she and Miranda say. So, I thought I would do that here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Words Molly says on a regular basis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeehaa (this is what she calls a horse. She usually says it when she is playing with one of the stick horses)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go Go Go (she says this when I tell her we are going to the park and we need to get their shoes on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miranda (I have heard her say this a handful of times, and usually at the top of her voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy (all the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello, Hi (to everybody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uhoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ki ca (kitty cat) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;doggy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quack quack, meow, woof woof &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stop (usually to Miranda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tickle, tickle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you (comes out more like Tank ooo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I want Miranda to come to me and she won't I count to three. If she doesn't come by 3 she gets timeout. I will say ,"ONE". Then Molly will say, "two, three." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is about it for now. She is getting better and better. She doesn't say Mama much. I think it is because I am always there, no need to call for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next blog I will list some cute things Miranda says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&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/5206533730110196743-1257063496792067044?l=jenny10fingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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So here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not potty training at the moment.  I got a nasty cold so it all stopped because I was feeling too tired.  I am better now.  She has asked to sit on the potty, and we have let her, but still nothing in the potty.  She has sat on the potty then got up and immediately peed in the floor.  So it is on going.  I figure maybe this Saturday, since we aren't doing anything else.   Daryl and I will put in a joint effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have neglected to pray with my kids until recently.  I didn't think about them being old enough.  However, when we dedicated them to the God in our church, we meant it.  It wasn't just an empty act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Cheryl wrote on her blog about her kids praying before bed, including her son who is the same age as Miranda.  So we have begun praying with Miranda before bed.  We haven't started making it a habit with Molly yet, but are taking a step at a time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Miranda has really taken to praying.  She gets so excited because she is the center of attention.  She has both of us on either side of her bed, and we all put our hands together.  She prays in an uninteligable language, known only to God.  Then she will say "Mama, Daddy, Grandma, kitties."  Then she gets off track and point at my nose, or the light, or something.  She has yet to include Molly in the list of people she thanks God for.  After she is finished we will usually pray a short pray of thanks for everyone and forgive us for our sins.  She is a sweetie. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Cheryl for being a good influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5206533730110196743-5324354254051403014?l=jenny10fingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/feeds/5324354254051403014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206533730110196743/posts/default/5324354254051403014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206533730110196743/posts/default/5324354254051403014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-update.html' title='Blog update'/><author><name>Jenny10fingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04842740907555744241</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/Sbm9TpwikTI/AAAAAAAAACc/qfUKTmoTNPE/s72-c/DSCN0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206533730110196743.post-5370120591581444430</id><published>2009-02-18T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:29:32.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This too shall pass.</title><content type='html'>My darling child has now learned 2 things.  1)  That I desperately want her to sit on the potty.  2) How she can turn that to her advantage.  She is now sitting very well on the potty for long periods of time.  She is "holding court".  It is usually at times when I really need to be doing something else, or at bedtime and naptime. &lt;br /&gt;We used to listen to Spot bark at night.  He would bark and bark and bark.  We would laugh and say, "he is preaching." or "he is running for doggy mayor of Parkers Chapel."  This is what she is doing.  She is preaching, or running for potty queen.   She yapps and yapps, I can't understand a word.  I just sit in the floor and let her go.  There are a lot of things around here that just aren't going to get done.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  She still hasn't done anything in the potty yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206533730110196743-5370120591581444430?l=jenny10fingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/feeds/5370120591581444430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-too-shall-pass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206533730110196743/posts/default/5370120591581444430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206533730110196743/posts/default/5370120591581444430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This too shall pass.'/><author><name>Jenny10fingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04842740907555744241</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206533730110196743.post-1551640711720780935</id><published>2009-02-17T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:57:53.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The girls'/><title type='text'>UPDATE TO PREVIOUS BLOG</title><content type='html'>Miranda is no long interested in sitting for Cheeto's. She will sit for her Daddy for Cheeto's, but not for me.  Molly will sit on the potty for anything, so I am concentrating on potty training her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206533730110196743-1551640711720780935?l=jenny10fingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/feeds/1551640711720780935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/2009/02/update-to-previous-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206533730110196743/posts/default/1551640711720780935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206533730110196743/posts/default/1551640711720780935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/2009/02/update-to-previous-blog.html' title='UPDATE TO PREVIOUS BLOG'/><author><name>Jenny10fingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04842740907555744241</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206533730110196743.post-6032722844276995584</id><published>2009-02-15T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:51:37.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The girls'/><title type='text'>Big day on Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SZh-qQQR_UI/AAAAAAAAACM/CCjjbCkIZHU/s1600-h/DSCN0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303127825611619650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SZh-qQQR_UI/AAAAAAAAACM/CCjjbCkIZHU/s320/DSCN0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The above picture is a pic of Miranda's first night in her new bed. She went to bed at 8pm and we went in to check on her at 10. She was in this position, and sound asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is soooooo proud of her new bed and Hello Kitty comforter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;POTTY TRAINING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, the 13th of February, was a day of firsts. It started in the morning with potty training. On Thursday, I had a long talk with Miranda about the body mechanics of going to the potty. Then, I told her that we would teach her bear to go potty on Friday. So Friday morning we started with Bear. I told her, "Bear has to learn to potty too. Let's show him how to sit on the potty." About that time she yanked Bear out of my hands and dipped him feet first in the potty water. YUCK. I told her, "No, No, he must sit on the rim." So she sat him on the rim, but he was wet and gross. I hurried it along and showed her flushing, and washing her hands. Then we threw Bear into the washing machine. So much for Bear learning the potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main problem with the potty for Miranda is that she refuses to sit on it. So I got a little potty that I thought would be more comfortable for her. I had her first sit on the potty with the lid down and her clothes on for Cheetos. Next we put the lid up and had her sit for Cheetos. Then I had her take her pants down, and next take her pull up down. So now she will sit forever there as long as you are feeding her Cheetos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a break Sunday, because we had some Church stuff to do. Monday I am going to try to extend the length of time between Cheetos, and try to make her sit every hour. She never actually went, so it would be great if that happened too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly was all over us as we were doing this, and she loves Cheetos. I only had one little potty so Miranda insisted that she take turns with Molly. So Molly is getting potty trained too. Friday night we went to Target and bought a second potty. They will be trained side by side, or Captain to Co-Captain as Daryl would call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A NEW BED....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At nap time Friday afternoon, I put Miranda in her crib. She is nearly 3, but I have read that you should keep them in a crib as long as possible. I am all for that because it seems easier then having to fight to keep them in their beds. Anyway, I left her in there and went in my room to lay down. I have a monitor on her, and I didn't hear anything.  Then all of a sudden I hear a toy going off, that I destinctly remember putting the the toy box earlier. I thought, "how on Earth is that toy going off." Then it struck me, she is out of her crib. I walked in there and sure enough she is standing there playing in her toy box. I had already had a headache, and was really looking forward to laying down. I took her pillow and blankets and put them on the floor and told her,"Nap." Then shut the door (I have those saftey knobs on the door, so she can't get out if the door is shut.) I laid down and listened to her play for a long time. I woke up and didn't hear anything, so I went to check on her. She had completely dismantled her room, and was laying in the middle of it, napping on her pillow and blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday we went shopping and got her a bed, she picked out a Hello Kitty blanket, and we got some girly sheets.   I think Molly may be a bit jealous, but she will get her new bed and blanket when she climbs out of her crib!!&lt;br /&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/5206533730110196743-6032722844276995584?l=jenny10fingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/feeds/6032722844276995584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-day-on-friday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206533730110196743/posts/default/6032722844276995584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206533730110196743/posts/default/6032722844276995584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-day-on-friday.html' title='Big day on Friday'/><author><name>Jenny10fingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04842740907555744241</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SZh-qQQR_UI/AAAAAAAAACM/CCjjbCkIZHU/s72-c/DSCN0128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206533730110196743.post-5261107675564123294</id><published>2009-02-07T19:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:41:31.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The girls'/><title type='text'>Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SY5UV5Qi7qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/H_OXmoLZMqQ/s1600-h/DSCN0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300266546585857698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SY5UV5Qi7qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/H_OXmoLZMqQ/s320/DSCN0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miranda is so funny. She is always asking to us to kiss her "boo-boo's". I think she may even make some of them up. They are usually on her head, hands, or toes. It amazes me that she can wack her head pretty good, and run to us to get a kiss, and she is just fine. Today I patted her on the butt because she was being cute. She jumped up and said, "kiss, kiss"and turned her back to me. I knew she wanted me to kiss her on the back end. I told her no no, and laughed, so she ran and tried it on Daryl. He just laughed at her too. She just went on and played. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly hasn't gotten to that stage yet. I kiss where she hurts, but she doesn't ask for it yet. It doesn't calm her down like it does Miranda. I guess it is a stage they grow into and out of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of kisses, Molly has started to give kisses. They are open month to the check kisses. They are very cute, but wet and sloppery. I still remember her first kiss she gave Daryl. We were at a park and started what we thought was a short hike. Well with two toddlers, no hike is short. We only brought one stroller, because we didn't think Miranda would get tired. Well she did, and it turned out to be uphill most of the way back to the car. We decided it would be easier to take Molly out of the stroller and put Miranda in, and let Daryl carry Molly. As soon as he picked her up she planted a great big kiss on his check. It was as if she was very greatful to get out of that stroller. It surprised him so much that he had a little more adrenaline to get back to the car. &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/5206533730110196743-5261107675564123294?l=jenny10fingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/feeds/5261107675564123294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/2009/02/kisses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206533730110196743/posts/default/5261107675564123294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206533730110196743/posts/default/5261107675564123294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/2009/02/kisses.html' title='Kisses'/><author><name>Jenny10fingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04842740907555744241</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SY5UV5Qi7qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/H_OXmoLZMqQ/s72-c/DSCN0081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206533730110196743.post-2480357912342678082</id><published>2009-01-19T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:54:02.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miranda and Lucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miranda loves the cats. She calls all of them by their right names except Lucy. She calls Lucy "My Kitty". Here are a couple of pics of Lucy in her crib. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293203241547478626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SXU8TbhiNmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ut-BGy2rkMA/s320/DSCN0084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293202991422809122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SXU8E3vKpCI/AAAAAAAAABs/zc5lU05-d5g/s320/DSCN0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lucy treats the girls like they are her kittens.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206533730110196743-2480357912342678082?l=jenny10fingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/feeds/2480357912342678082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/2009/01/miranda-and-lucy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206533730110196743/posts/default/2480357912342678082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206533730110196743/posts/default/2480357912342678082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/2009/01/miranda-and-lucy.html' title='Miranda and Lucy'/><author><name>Jenny10fingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04842740907555744241</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SXU8TbhiNmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ut-BGy2rkMA/s72-c/DSCN0084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206533730110196743.post-5968401620027790329</id><published>2009-01-08T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:10:35.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog will mostly be about my beloved family. There are 9 total of us. We are made up of adults, kids, cats and dogs. Someone is always doing something silly, serious, smart, or dumb. I would love to tell you about our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SWbPghErnVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kDStJl3gItI/s1600-h/DSCF0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289142969933995346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SWbPghErnVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kDStJl3gItI/s320/DSCF0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Daryl, he is the head of our household. He is holding Miranda when she was 3 months old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290573030894480914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SWvkJBS6LhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-T6-Tsi7ybY/s320/DSCF0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is me, Jennifer the mom and wife of the family. I am holding Miranda when she was 3 months old. These are the only pics of us I could find. We are no longer in most of the pictures that we take. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290600875106511570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SWv9dxEYKtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/icrHu0_ZByA/s320/DSCN0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Miranda. She is my drama queen. Everything about her is extreme. She is either being extremely sweet or having an extreme temper tantram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SWbMljUGtgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-b66qZ4YdtQ/s1600-h/DSCF0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290602294018574178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SWv-wW7YB2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/XyHFbSDki0Y/s320/DSCN0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Molly. She is my silly girl. She loves to make us laugh. If she does something and we laugh she will do it over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290604197391033058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SWwAfJiu4uI/AAAAAAAAABE/aCcckVx7ATs/s320/100_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Lucy our oldest cat. She is Miss Independent. She is our alpha cat, she can put the boys in their places!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290604756494113186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SWwA_sXS2aI/AAAAAAAAABM/lIAHSlAnHqw/s320/100_0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Sam. He was the baby before the human babies arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290605487805649522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SWwBqQtjUnI/AAAAAAAAABU/F9KbsO0Vsbg/s320/100_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Pooky. He only has one eye. He is a very sweet cat. He is all the other cats favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290607279362283410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SWwDSix8F5I/AAAAAAAAABc/SWqGZHC6ZBU/s320/DSCN0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Wilson. He will be a year old this spring. He is a mess, and has been threatened with being put outside on more that one occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290608325325352242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SWwEPbS97TI/AAAAAAAAABk/DeJn11KsgyI/s320/DSCN0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Spot.  He is a handful, but he really tries to be a good dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my family.  This blog will be stories and updates of our lives for our friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5206533730110196743-5968401620027790329?l=jenny10fingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/feeds/5968401620027790329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-blog-will-mostly-be-about-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206533730110196743/posts/default/5968401620027790329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206533730110196743/posts/default/5968401620027790329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-blog-will-mostly-be-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny10fingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04842740907555744241</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFFQLOuUzQ/SWbPghErnVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kDStJl3gItI/s72-c/DSCF0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5206533730110196743.post-8328565736981948520</id><published>2009-01-08T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:28:38.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my first blog so I am really just writing this to see how it all works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5206533730110196743-8328565736981948520?l=jenny10fingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/feeds/8328565736981948520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-my-first-blog-so-i-am-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206533730110196743/posts/default/8328565736981948520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5206533730110196743/posts/default/8328565736981948520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenny10fingers.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-my-first-blog-so-i-am-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny10fingers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04842740907555744241</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
