<?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-3910676473117430155</id><updated>2011-08-02T14:51:13.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael's world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910676473117430155.post-7763569670336571277</id><published>2010-10-29T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:29:50.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What if there's a fire?</title><content type='html'>So, Thursday night Michael's school had a Halloween "Trunk or Treat" event.  Chris was part of the set up and break down and had a few jobs to do which meant Michael was there with minimal supervision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let Michael walk around a bit on his own and went over some ground rules with him.  Here's the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: You know where the van is right and how to find your way back to the van?&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Chris: You don't go on the other side of the cones no matter what! OK?&lt;br /&gt;Michael: OK, but what if there's a fire?  Then I would need to go on the other side of the cones, right?&lt;br /&gt;Chris  just shaking his head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-7763569670336571277?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/7763569670336571277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=7763569670336571277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/7763569670336571277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/7763569670336571277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-if-theres-fire.html' title='What if there&apos;s a fire?'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-4825624618845081310</id><published>2010-10-28T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:26:28.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you jump off of a bridge if he did?</title><content type='html'>So, Michael got in trouble in school for doing something he shouldn't have. While discussing it, he mentioned that "RJ and his brother did it too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris set up an analogy of "If they jumped off the sunshine skyway, it doesn't mean you should do it to!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does my boy who has an answer for everything say......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without missing a beat....."Sure, I would...because I would have my parachute and a bubble suit to help break my fall"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-4825624618845081310?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/4825624618845081310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=4825624618845081310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/4825624618845081310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/4825624618845081310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2010/10/would-you-jump-off-of-bridge-if-he-did.html' title='Would you jump off of a bridge if he did?'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-4394083888223928691</id><published>2009-09-25T21:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:33:10.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy I have an Idea...</title><content type='html'>I need to set this up.&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago we checked out a Scooby-Doo DVD from the library. One episode on the DVD was about a villain that was a counterfeiter who had a printing press in the basement of a haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago the TV was turned to a cable news channel, not CNN or MSNBC, and muted. It was a split screen of the President and the printing presses at a US mint printing $20 bills. Michael saw the image on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the stage is set; in comes our wise and curious sprog…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael: “ Dad I have an idea; I think Barack Obama is a counterfeiter”&lt;br /&gt;Dad: “Well you are not far from the truth there…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the subject was dropped, until a week later when Granma and Papa came over . Michael told Grandma that Barack Obama “is a counterfeiter” and “he better not put any of that counterfeit money in his bank account”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew political ideology was a genetic trait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael-Scott in 2010, has more sense then most and is only 5 years old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-4394083888223928691?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/4394083888223928691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=4394083888223928691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/4394083888223928691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/4394083888223928691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2009/09/daddy-i-have-idea.html' title='Daddy I have an Idea...'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-4398906753786647941</id><published>2009-07-16T18:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:22:55.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>little known facts about werewolves and China</title><content type='html'>Chris: So Michael what would you like to be for halloween&lt;br /&gt;Michael: a werewolf&lt;br /&gt;Chris: OK&lt;br /&gt;Michael: yeah, a werewolf with a sock puppet&lt;br /&gt;Chris: I didn't know werewolves wore sock puppet&lt;br /&gt;Michael: they do in Chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just can't make this stuff up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-4398906753786647941?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/4398906753786647941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=4398906753786647941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/4398906753786647941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/4398906753786647941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-known-facts-about-werewolves-and.html' title='little known facts about werewolves and China'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-5175244066696435061</id><published>2009-04-15T11:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:57:04.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Earth according to Michael</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what the obsession was with New York???  Africa is included because one of his classmates recently moved there and his class had been talking about it a lot.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSwaLeTplnM/SeYC4EoTuvI/AAAAAAAAACk/yJalgqPBmpk/s1600-h/P2120005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324946771750927090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSwaLeTplnM/SeYC4EoTuvI/AAAAAAAAACk/yJalgqPBmpk/s200/P2120005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3910676473117430155-5175244066696435061?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/5175244066696435061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=5175244066696435061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/5175244066696435061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/5175244066696435061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-according-to-michael.html' title='the Earth according to Michael'/><author><name>Jen</name><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/_XSwaLeTplnM/SeYC4EoTuvI/AAAAAAAAACk/yJalgqPBmpk/s72-c/P2120005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910676473117430155.post-4573314946038510579</id><published>2009-04-12T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:33:13.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>should I take him to the dentist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSwaLeTplnM/SeR999WqNMI/AAAAAAAAACc/rVRPq_EoJB8/s1600-h/P4120165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324519162853864642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XSwaLeTplnM/SeR999WqNMI/AAAAAAAAACc/rVRPq_EoJB8/s200/P4120165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oma put the silly teeth in Michael's Easter Basket. He got the biggest kick out of wearing them.&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/3910676473117430155-4573314946038510579?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/4573314946038510579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=4573314946038510579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/4573314946038510579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/4573314946038510579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2009/04/should-i-take-him-to-dentist.html' title='should I take him to the dentist?'/><author><name>Jen</name><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/_XSwaLeTplnM/SeR999WqNMI/AAAAAAAAACc/rVRPq_EoJB8/s72-c/P4120165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910676473117430155.post-794037103704692692</id><published>2009-04-11T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:10:43.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>something for the bunny</title><content type='html'>We went on a train ride, hunted easter eggs, hay ride, and saw the bunny.  After the hay ride everyone was getting back on the train.  My sweet, sweet Michael says "Can I give the Easter Bunny a piece of candy?"  He goes over and gives him a tootsie roll out of his basket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael said it was because he was so nice to put out all those eggs for everyone to hunt.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can be so sweet and thoughtful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-794037103704692692?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/794037103704692692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=794037103704692692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/794037103704692692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/794037103704692692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-for-bunny.html' title='something for the bunny'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-7486139740351815079</id><published>2009-04-02T20:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:16:20.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a sign</title><content type='html'>It was late the missus had put Michael to bed and told him only get up if you need to potty. Sitting in the living room we hear a crash. I get up and head to his room to find him standing next to his bed with a book in hand laying on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm am glad he likes books and enjoys being read to, but it is late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Sprog: "I am picking up the book. It just fell of the shelf"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh did it now and I guess it just jumped right into your bed too."&lt;br /&gt;Sprog: "Dad you know what I need, I need a sign on my door that says 'No Dad Allowed' so you stay out of my room"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops I couldn't keep a straight face...wonder why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-7486139740351815079?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/7486139740351815079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=7486139740351815079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/7486139740351815079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/7486139740351815079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-sign.html' title='I need a sign'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-700356413421356109</id><published>2009-04-02T13:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:00:47.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>So, at breakfast Michael and I are talking and we get on the subject of him turning 5 and going into Kindergarten and he says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm 5 and I'm in Kindergarten I'll wipe my own butt because they don't do that for you when you're in Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............it's nice to know that he paid attention to something that we said (we are trying to get him to wipe his own butt and make the potty in general a more private thing.....ugh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-700356413421356109?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/700356413421356109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=700356413421356109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/700356413421356109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/700356413421356109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2009/04/kindergarten.html' title='Kindergarten'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-5727602405486735919</id><published>2009-03-10T10:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:36:42.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blvd</title><content type='html'>On the way to school today, Michael read the street sign and new that the abbreviation blvd. means boulevard.  His knowledge is simply amazing.  He also asked what the numbers meant on the street sign.  He's so inquisitive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-5727602405486735919?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/5727602405486735919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=5727602405486735919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/5727602405486735919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/5727602405486735919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2009/03/blvd.html' title='blvd'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-8382908690509893091</id><published>2009-03-06T13:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:22:55.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSwaLeTplnM/SbFp4gAlu3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dFi_WDGQ07g/s1600-h/P3040012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310141855032523634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XSwaLeTplnM/SbFp4gAlu3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dFi_WDGQ07g/s200/P3040012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael placed 1st in all of his races(50, 100, 200) on Wednesday. He was very proud of himself as are we.&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/3910676473117430155-8382908690509893091?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/8382908690509893091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=8382908690509893091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/8382908690509893091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/8382908690509893091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2009/03/1st-place.html' title='1st place'/><author><name>Jen</name><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/_XSwaLeTplnM/SbFp4gAlu3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dFi_WDGQ07g/s72-c/P3040012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910676473117430155.post-3656741493211775672</id><published>2009-03-01T11:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:19:58.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Milky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSwaLeTplnM/SbFo_cB5XAI/AAAAAAAAABI/Xmp_VOONduw/s1600-h/P3010018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310140874711718914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XSwaLeTplnM/SbFo_cB5XAI/AAAAAAAAABI/Xmp_VOONduw/s200/P3010018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael has dubbed Daniel "Sir Milky" since that is all that he eats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael has been very eager to be able to feed Daniel. Michael was allowed to give Daniel a bottle today. He did a great job and was very proud of himself for feeding his little brother.&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/3910676473117430155-3656741493211775672?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/3656741493211775672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=3656741493211775672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/3656741493211775672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/3656741493211775672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2009/03/sir-milky.html' title='Sir Milky'/><author><name>Jen</name><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/_XSwaLeTplnM/SbFo_cB5XAI/AAAAAAAAABI/Xmp_VOONduw/s72-c/P3010018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910676473117430155.post-6544098906239548143</id><published>2009-02-27T17:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:26:39.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The  witty one and heckler</title><content type='html'>Act 1 (witty one)&lt;br /&gt;My lovely wife got me a great t-shirt for Valentine’s Day. It is a simple black shirt with DILLIGAF on the front. For those reading and not in the know, DILLIGAF stands for “Does It Look Like I Give A F**k”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the wife and I were having a conversation about how someone at the office, in the know about DILLIGAF, took it, and trying to come up with less offensive versions of the acronym. My first try was “Does It Look Like I’m Fat” missing the all important letters of G and A. Then I tried “Does It Look Like I’m Good At Football” where by the oldest responds “no it says Does It Look Like I’m Good At Fartball” For almost 5 he is quick on the draw with his wit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 2 (heckler)&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Renaissance Festival a few days ago and while watching the “Mud Show”, where 2 guys wallow in mud and act out Shakespeare’s Richard the III, our marvelous older child shouted out, at just the right moment&lt;br /&gt;“You are genius poopooheads”.&lt;br /&gt;His banter got more laughs then the characters on stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-6544098906239548143?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/6544098906239548143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=6544098906239548143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/6544098906239548143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/6544098906239548143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2009/02/witty-one-and-heckler.html' title='The  witty one and heckler'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-8943726952936958471</id><published>2009-02-05T11:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:34:38.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Polygamy</title><content type='html'>Michael told his dad that he was going to marry Aleks the other day and it was a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally told me last night and then this morning in the car said it again followed by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to marry Josh, too and Ava" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....my little polygamist ::)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-8943726952936958471?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/8943726952936958471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=8943726952936958471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/8943726952936958471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/8943726952936958471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2009/02/polygamy.html' title='Polygamy'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-1781746003509783640</id><published>2009-02-03T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:55:34.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy you know what I want for Christmas?</title><content type='html'>So it's 45 minutes past bedtime and I hear noise from his room. I venture in and ask the sprog&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why are you still awake? You need to get some sleep you have a big day tomorrow, you need to be rested for your first track meet.&lt;br /&gt;Sprog: Daddy you know what I want for Christmas, something Mommy doesn't know about?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No what is it?&lt;br /&gt;Sprog: I want a hotair balloon and a real dragon, not a pretend one a real one, to blow it up with.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good night and go to sleep...you need me to turn out the light?&lt;br /&gt;Sprog: No..good night Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the heck does he get this stuff from, nevermind that ...where are we going to find a real dragon, not to mention a hotair balloon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-1781746003509783640?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/1781746003509783640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=1781746003509783640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/1781746003509783640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/1781746003509783640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2009/02/daddy-you-know-what-i-want-for.html' title='Daddy you know what I want for Christmas?'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-4027396567098760902</id><published>2009-02-03T18:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:17:12.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Conversation</title><content type='html'>Michael's preschool topic for the week is Florida.  At dinner we were talking about different things in Florida....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about springs and when we went swimming with the manatees in the springs...&lt;br /&gt;mom: ...springs bubble up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sprog: Like the sea is farting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about Clearwater being the lightning capital and that's where grandma and papa live.&lt;br /&gt;mom: Do you think grandma has ever been struck by lighting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sprog: Yup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-4027396567098760902?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/4027396567098760902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=4027396567098760902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/4027396567098760902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/4027396567098760902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2009/02/dinner-conversation.html' title='Dinner Conversation'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-8729068553709658216</id><published>2009-01-09T20:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:46:18.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>carrots</title><content type='html'>Quote of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Mom, did you know if you eat lots of carrots that you'll be able to see my invisible friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-8729068553709658216?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/8729068553709658216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=8729068553709658216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/8729068553709658216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/8729068553709658216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2009/01/carrots.html' title='carrots'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-7838869795014114023</id><published>2008-12-18T09:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:46:17.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy you know what?</title><content type='html'>Last night at dinner Michael looked at his mother and said: "Mommy you know what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom asked: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael: "Your boobie makes a good cushion."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-7838869795014114023?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/7838869795014114023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=7838869795014114023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/7838869795014114023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/7838869795014114023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2008/12/mommy-you-know-what.html' title='Mommy you know what?'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-2743754904951387566</id><published>2008-10-15T19:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:05:59.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>naming the non-existant fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michael:  When I get a fish, I'm going to name HIM Wanda.&lt;/span&gt; (We're not getting a fish, Michael is just planning this all out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chris:  Wanda's a girl's name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michael:  How do you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-2743754904951387566?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/2743754904951387566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=2743754904951387566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/2743754904951387566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/2743754904951387566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2008/10/naming-non-existant-fish.html' title='naming the non-existant fish'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-640253598363327694</id><published>2008-10-14T21:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:10:46.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>painting the baby's room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Michael was talking about when we were going to paint the baby's room tonight.  We told Michael that he could help.  He's painted before since he helped with the painting of his room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Michael suggested we paint the ceiling &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;, and the walls &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;....................and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;.  I told him he needed to discuss this with his dad, but that I didn't think dad would go for a purple ceiling!!!  Yes, he still loves purple!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-640253598363327694?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/640253598363327694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=640253598363327694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/640253598363327694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/640253598363327694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2008/10/painting-babys-room.html' title='painting the baby&apos;s room'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-8364867510602826133</id><published>2008-08-24T12:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:09:33.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>food fight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michael said that when Dad is gone he would like to go out in the backyard with me and have a food fight.  He couldn't really explain why dad had to be gone other than dad wouldn't like it. (I guess somehow I approve of this kind of stuff.....at least he wanted it in the backyard!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-8364867510602826133?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/8364867510602826133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=8364867510602826133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/8364867510602826133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/8364867510602826133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2008/08/food-fight.html' title='food fight?'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-3481632622237857224</id><published>2008-08-24T12:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:08:01.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michael asked while we were eating lunch when he could play soccer again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I said, "You can play whenever you want to, let me know and I'll sign you up again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michael said, "Ok, when I'm 72 I'd like to do that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-3481632622237857224?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/3481632622237857224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=3481632622237857224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/3481632622237857224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/3481632622237857224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2008/08/soccer-anyone.html' title='soccer anyone?'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-8062257960631126083</id><published>2008-08-09T21:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:23:29.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last two nights Michael has asked to read the book “Help Mom There are liberals under my bed”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night he asked what a liberal is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response was: “A liberal is a person who takes money from you, calling it a tax, and gives it to someone else because they think they know better then you how to spend it” (it was in keeping with the story in the book).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second book he picked out was a “seek and find” book, and on one of the pages was a Gnome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked what a Gnome does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said: “A Gnome lives in your garden and keeps the plants safe”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which Michael said: “We need to buy one of those Gnomes and put it in our yard to keep the liberals away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success he will soon grow up to be a good conservative!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-8062257960631126083?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/8062257960631126083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=8062257960631126083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/8062257960631126083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/1765565898142212675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=1765565898142212675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/1765565898142212675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/1765565898142212675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-gymnast.html' title='My Gymnast'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-1759501342197644171</id><published>2008-05-17T21:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:13:51.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>upset and smart</title><content type='html'>Micahel and I were in his room playing and he was trying to removed the beads that he "decorate" his bed with and put them on himself and they kept falling off of him to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michael: Upset is when your trying to do something and it's not working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: You're pretty smart.  How did you get so smart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michael:  I have lots of fruit in me because I eat a lot of fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-1759501342197644171?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/1759501342197644171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=1759501342197644171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/1759501342197644171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/1759501342197644171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2008/05/upset-and-smart.html' title='upset and smart'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-820985720034508991</id><published>2008-03-19T22:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:29:48.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter and the wolf</title><content type='html'>This is what michael read/recited to me tonight..it's the 1st page of the book before the story starts and has a round circle for each character with their picture in it and them playing the instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Michael: " Peter and the Wolf is a musical fairy tale in which each character is played by a different instrument of the orchestra:  Peter by the violins and all the string of the orchestra, the bird by the flute, the duck by the oboe, the cat by the....mom what is it again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;me:  ...a clarinet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Michael: "....the cat by the clarinet, the grandfather by the...mom what is that again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;me: ...a bassoon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Michael: "the grandfather by the bassoon, the wolf by the french horns, the hunters and their gunshots by the kttldrums.....how do you say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;me: "...kettledrums...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Michael: "the hunters and their gunshots by the kettledrums and the big bass drum."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along with several other quotes throughout the book, but this monologue really floored me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-820985720034508991?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/820985720034508991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=820985720034508991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/820985720034508991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/820985720034508991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2008/03/peter-and-wolf.html' title='Peter and the wolf'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-1093991462984711424</id><published>2008-03-06T19:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:28:13.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on a roll...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michael: Is it raining out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Daddy: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michael: Is it raining at my school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Daddy: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michael: Is it raining in California?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michael: "Don't worry Daddy I won't pinch your boobie, they're not HUGE like mommy's"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............now we are finally worried about what he might say at preschool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-1093991462984711424?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/1093991462984711424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=1093991462984711424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/1093991462984711424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/1093991462984711424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-roll.html' title='on a roll...'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-5817651803466185621</id><published>2008-01-16T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T18:49:12.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another sprogism....</title><content type='html'>Me: How's that ice cream cone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprog: As good as you think it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-5817651803466185621?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/5817651803466185621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=5817651803466185621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/5817651803466185621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/5817651803466185621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-sprogism.html' title='Another sprogism....'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-2689459607607666716</id><published>2008-01-02T14:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:34:03.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what does 50 degrees in FL look like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XSwaLeTplnM/R3vmoPXY_AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pHnXsDtJm74/s1600-h/2008_1020003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150964177822088194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XSwaLeTplnM/R3vmoPXY_AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pHnXsDtJm74/s320/2008_1020003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael insisted on wearing his Buzz Lightyear hat, gloves, and scarf to make it from the car to the building today.  Such a FL boy! (Way cute though!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-2689459607607666716?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/2689459607607666716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=2689459607607666716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/2689459607607666716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/2689459607607666716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-does-50-degrees-in-fl-look-like.html' title='what does 50 degrees in FL look like?'/><author><name>Jen</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_XSwaLeTplnM/R3vmoPXY_AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pHnXsDtJm74/s72-c/2008_1020003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910676473117430155.post-962843394779759405</id><published>2008-01-02T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:31:29.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Factoid</title><content type='html'>We went to Great Explorations today by request of Michael.  Upon entering one of the workers there had a snake out and we were allowed to touch the snake.  Of course the snake's tongue came out.  Here's the conversation that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: "Michael, did you see his tongue?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Lady: "Snakes use their tongues to smell"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...without skipping a beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michael:"Just like a kimodo dragon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lady was quite impressed with Michael and how flawlessly he delivered that little fact.  So was I for that matter, but I knew that he knew that bit of information.  It always amazes me when he makes connections like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-962843394779759405?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/962843394779759405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=962843394779759405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/962843394779759405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/962843394779759405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-little-factoid.html' title='My Little Factoid'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-9051029607069883565</id><published>2008-01-01T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:49:55.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies for Edie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XSwaLeTplnM/R3r7fvXY--I/AAAAAAAAAAc/HPiPurAAA-Q/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_03+Jan.+01+21.32.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150705646560672738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XSwaLeTplnM/R3r7fvXY--I/AAAAAAAAAAc/HPiPurAAA-Q/s320/ScreenHunter_03+Jan.+01+21.32.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made some &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cookies&lt;/span&gt; for a friend today. It amazes me how &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;helpful &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; Michael can be in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'd neve be able to tell that he had the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;grandest meltdown&lt;/span&gt; this morning over who knows what (low blood sugar is what I think!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-9051029607069883565?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/9051029607069883565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=9051029607069883565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/9051029607069883565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/9051029607069883565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2008/01/cookies-for-edie.html' title='Cookies for Edie'/><author><name>Jen</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_XSwaLeTplnM/R3r7fvXY--I/AAAAAAAAAAc/HPiPurAAA-Q/s72-c/ScreenHunter_03+Jan.+01+21.32.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910676473117430155.post-8116033985186769663</id><published>2007-12-28T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T14:50:01.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We took Michael with us to Bonefish Grill tonight.  We had a 1/2 hour + wait for our table.  Michael and I went over to watch 3 boys that were skateboarding in the parking lot to pass some of the time.  Turns out one was a former student of mine (just did FCAT testing), but remembered me none the less and was very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get seated and they are busy.  We are passing the time with Michael by coloring on the butcher block paper the cover the table with.  I brought a Cars coloring book with stickers and Michael is fairly amused with it.  We eat our dinner and Michael and I decide to share dessert.  While waiting Michael goes into a round of knock-knock jokes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;knock-knock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;who's there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dwayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dwayne who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dwayne the bathtub I'm dwowning in here&lt;/span&gt;    ...............(papa taught him this one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;knock-knock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;who's there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cows who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cows don't who the moo silly! &lt;/span&gt;(I taught him this one!  :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He manages to execute them flawlessly when people walked by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice to receive so many complements that night.  Even the waitress commented how well behaved he was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-8116033985186769663?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/8116033985186769663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=8116033985186769663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/8116033985186769663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/8116033985186769663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-took-michael-with-us-to-bonefish.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-6075179522732002070</id><published>2007-12-26T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T14:53:17.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliments Please!!!</title><content type='html'>We went to a financial advisor today to move some investments around and had to take Michael with us since Grandma had an appointment at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there we fed Michael a blueberry scone from Starbucks (he had just eaten breakfast a 1/2 hour prior!)&lt;br /&gt;We brought some color wonder markers and a new Cars coloring book that Michael had gotten for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael lasted almost a full hour on the floor coloring.  He colored a picture for me and one for Chris and one for "Steve" the financial advisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left, Chris forgot to get a parking stubs validated.  When he went back in  he recieved some really nice complement on how well behaved and polite Michael was.  It's good to know we're doing something right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-6075179522732002070?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/6075179522732002070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=6075179522732002070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/6075179522732002070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/6075179522732002070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/12/compliments-please.html' title='Compliments Please!!!'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-1039558240978793475</id><published>2007-12-14T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:55:25.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Devastating</title><content type='html'>Grandma and Papa watched Michael tonight and we went out to my work Christmas party.  We came home to devastating news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcactionnews.com/news/local/story.aspx?content_id=0d1cbcf8-46db-43b1-bc7d-192411e5cf39&amp;amp;rss=794"&gt;http://www.abcactionnews.com/news/local/story.aspx?content_id=0d1cbcf8-46db-43b1-bc7d-192411e5cf39&amp;amp;rss=794&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NEVER understand how someone could be so selfish.  Michael played with both kids at Playtime Express in Dunedin and Chris used to go to Dad's night out with Michael which was hosted at Playtime Express by Oliver Bernsdorf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-1039558240978793475?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/1039558240978793475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=1039558240978793475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/1039558240978793475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/1039558240978793475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/12/devastating.html' title='Devastating'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-8817008707454614786</id><published>2007-12-03T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:00:14.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting in German</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b8ab230399498473" 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://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db8ab230399498473%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331423817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D578F3215B8D3AE2C45FEE7DF88D9BD344B08CBA4.46D01C49A6D0D2B33DA4E2A730517EE9EE64E94%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8ab230399498473%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXwp0OVxC8oB0s4I7jKIlQgRiEkk&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://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db8ab230399498473%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331423817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D578F3215B8D3AE2C45FEE7DF88D9BD344B08CBA4.46D01C49A6D0D2B33DA4E2A730517EE9EE64E94%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8ab230399498473%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXwp0OVxC8oB0s4I7jKIlQgRiEkk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We captured Michael counting in German! He's been able to do it for a while now. He can always amaze us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-8817008707454614786?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b8ab230399498473&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/8817008707454614786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=8817008707454614786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/8817008707454614786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/8817008707454614786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2008/01/counting-in-german.html' title='Counting in German'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-2018474843625618276</id><published>2007-10-24T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T18:20:47.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>flying cows</title><content type='html'>daddy: "michael, when are you going to stop peeing in your bed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michael: "when the cows go flying!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............you just can't make this suff up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-2018474843625618276?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/2018474843625618276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=2018474843625618276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/2018474843625618276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/2018474843625618276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/10/flying-cows.html' title='flying cows'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-4509618256179922701</id><published>2007-10-14T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T18:43:10.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The fish</title><content type='html'>We were coming home from dinner. I asked Michael if he wanted to walk down and feed the fish OR watch the baracuda part in Finding Nemo(he asked for this earlier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michael: "I want to go feed the fish"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes later..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michael: "I want to watch the baracuda part. The fish at the pond told me they weren't hungry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-4509618256179922701?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/4509618256179922701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=4509618256179922701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/4509618256179922701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/4509618256179922701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/10/fish.html' title='The fish'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-6663194260363457914</id><published>2007-09-17T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:46:12.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael reading to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid25.photobucket.com/albums/c77/jencom/Michaelreading.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-6663194260363457914?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/6663194260363457914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=6663194260363457914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/6663194260363457914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/6663194260363457914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/09/michael-reading-to-me.html' title='Michael reading to me'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-5147855138248437969</id><published>2007-09-17T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:31:31.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>such a sweetie</title><content type='html'>Michael insisted on bringing his teacher some of MY flowers this morning.  He helped pick some flowers out at the grocery store yesterday.  This morning he insisted that he bring them to his teacher.  We compromised and I let him take two stems to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a sweetie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-5147855138248437969?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/5147855138248437969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=5147855138248437969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/5147855138248437969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/5147855138248437969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/09/such-sweetie.html' title='such a sweetie'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-6009373882816290688</id><published>2007-09-05T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:01:52.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sproggy Quotes...</title><content type='html'>A bird left its droppings on the car window and the sprog asks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What made the bird think the green car is a potty?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-6009373882816290688?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/6009373882816290688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=6009373882816290688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/6009373882816290688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/6009373882816290688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/09/sproggy-quotes.html' title='Sproggy Quotes...'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-917468660681942127</id><published>2007-08-22T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T22:05:08.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bandaid</title><content type='html'>After Michael got out of the bath last night, he was still naked and we were goofy around tickling him and such. dh gave him a tap on the butt and he said "you gave me a butt blister, I need a bandaid"....so he went into the bathroom, got a bandaid, unwrapped it and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Put in on his butt right in the middle over his crack!!!&lt;/span&gt; ....I have pictures to prove it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-917468660681942127?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/917468660681942127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=917468660681942127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/917468660681942127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/917468660681942127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/08/bandaid.html' title='The Bandaid'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-341477600105524846</id><published>2007-08-20T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T22:12:29.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The copy machine</title><content type='html'>I took Michael to work with me this morning since his preschool was closed. We brought several toys and even a movie to occupy Michael, but he seems to like the copy machine best. So, to keep him entertained I would get things together for one set of copies, go back to my classroom, so a few thing, then get set for another group of copies...(getting ready for the 1st day you know!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so everyone's doing copies and there's a line since we only have 2 (well, really one) copier for all 60 of us to use (at once!). There was a line. Michael and I cut across and used the one that (we're really not supposed to use that much) no one was using it! So we went first. We finished our copies and went back to the room did a few thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our 2nd visit to the copier, there again was a line (for both copiers this time). Michael walked right up to the person on the copier that we had used before and said &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"I was here first" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was mortified. Everyone around us was cracking up. I didn't even know the person he said this to (Come to find out she's a new teacher and her classroom is down the hall from me!)...luckily she has a good sense of humor and a 15 month old!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-341477600105524846?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/341477600105524846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=341477600105524846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/341477600105524846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/341477600105524846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/08/copy-machine.html' title='The copy machine'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-6972145497545706319</id><published>2007-08-13T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T08:13:29.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of preSCHOOL</title><content type='html'>Michael was so excited this morning.  He usually watches a "little show" (30 min TV program) in the morning.  He had dad turn the TV off and headed out the door.  He was ready!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c77/jencom/P8120059.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-6972145497545706319?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/6972145497545706319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=6972145497545706319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/6972145497545706319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/6972145497545706319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/08/1st-day-of-preschool.html' title='1st day of preSCHOOL'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-2810076040886234406</id><published>2007-08-10T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T08:17:35.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Candy Machine</title><content type='html'>We went out to eat at Winner's tonight.  They of course put us near the video games and such.  We decided Michael could do the candy machine.  While Chris went out to the car for 50 cents, Michael explained how the candy machine worked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Michael:"1st you put the money in here (points to the coin slot), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;then the scoop spins around, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;then you push the button, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;then the it does down and scoops up the candy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;then it drops it in here(pointing),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;then you get it out of here(pointing),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;then you rip the plastic off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;THEN YOU POP IT IN YOUR MOUTH!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He's too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-2810076040886234406?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/2810076040886234406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=2810076040886234406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/2810076040886234406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/2810076040886234406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/08/candy-machine.html' title='The Candy Machine'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-1095879091874181064</id><published>2007-07-10T16:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T16:13:29.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clutzy Papa</title><content type='html'>Michael and I are cleaning up and I take my laptop off of the coffee table and put it in the carry case I have for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me:  "I'll put my laptop away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Michael:"Yeah, before Gary breaks it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Papa (aka Gary) has only ever broken one thing in our house....the glass to a picture frame, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; it left quite an impression on Michael.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-1095879091874181064?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/1095879091874181064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=1095879091874181064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/1095879091874181064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/1095879091874181064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/07/clutzy-papa.html' title='Clutzy Papa'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-7174219508879776754</id><published>2007-07-09T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T14:22:32.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shooting boogers</title><content type='html'>We took Michael to MOSI yesterday.  His favorite part?  Shooting boogers in the giant nose and then the nose sneezing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-7174219508879776754?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/7174219508879776754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=7174219508879776754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/7174219508879776754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/7174219508879776754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/07/shooting-boogers.html' title='shooting boogers'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-5315441181063464379</id><published>2007-07-06T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:12:33.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Chwist</title><content type='html'>So last night the sprog came out of his room to trade Geena the Giraffe for the stuffed dolphin on the living room table. I heard a thud and he showed up in the kitchen hold Geena in one hand and dolphin in the other...I asked him what happened and he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus Chwist I hit my head on my bedwoom doow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then handed me Geena and toodeled back to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-5315441181063464379?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/5315441181063464379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=5315441181063464379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/5315441181063464379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/5315441181063464379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/07/jesus-chwist.html' title='Jesus Chwist'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-1986165060010769742</id><published>2007-06-30T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T11:24:06.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult</title><content type='html'>Me: What's the matter Michael?&lt;br /&gt;Michael: I have a difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael:  I fixed it.  I don't have a difficult anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-1986165060010769742?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/1986165060010769742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=1986165060010769742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/1986165060010769742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/1986165060010769742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/06/difficult.html' title='Difficult'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-2967454911573641504</id><published>2007-06-26T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T14:12:19.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping!</title><content type='html'>Michael and I were out running errands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to exchange one of his birthday presents at Walmart.  It had a missing piece.  The lady refunded the $$ on a gift card instead....so a shopping we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael decided he wanted something different than the original present(which was good because I looked and they didn't have another one!) and choose a CARS mini race track (it's really cute!)...well he still had money left so we shopped some more.  He also piced out a View Master....he still had money left.  He choose 2 packages of Play Doh tools.  He also picked out a book(he's still a bookworm!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get up to the register and he puts the items on the conveyer belt.  He's so excited. He tells the cashier "&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we got 5 things&lt;/span&gt;"  I guess he was pretty impressed that he returned one and got 5(his favorite number!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last errand was to pick up a couple of things for Dad's upcoming birthday.  We were in the car having this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me:  Michael we have one more stop to get something for dad's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Michael: OK, Does Dad like sharks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Michael is planning on getting him some sharks for his birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-2967454911573641504?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/2967454911573641504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=2967454911573641504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/2967454911573641504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/2967454911573641504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/06/shopping.html' title='Shopping!'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-8282051410559265592</id><published>2007-06-11T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T20:11:18.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bus is Leaving!</title><content type='html'>so, Michael and I went to Music with Mar today. We met up with a little girl from Michael's daycare and her mom. After the music class we made plans to meet at the park for a little playdate. We are getting ready to leave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The little girl's mom: "The bus is leaving. Let's go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and the little girl both quickly head to the door and are ready to go. They play around on the steps abit and then we set off for our seperate cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Michael: "I don't see the bus. Where is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceeded to explain to Michael that there was no bus. It was just her way of saying we were leaving.  After the 5 minute car ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Michael: "Where's the bus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-8282051410559265592?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/8282051410559265592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=8282051410559265592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/8282051410559265592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/8282051410559265592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/06/bus-is-leaving.html' title='The Bus is Leaving!'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-2289675931369619181</id><published>2007-06-11T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:32:13.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cake</title><content type='html'>Grandma and Grandpa were watching Michael for a little bit. Grandma got Michael a snack out of the refrigerator. Michael was in the living room taking apart his fish puzzle when there was a beeping noise from the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;g-ma and papa: Michael what's that noise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Michael: I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all went into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Michael: The cake must be done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It was the refrigerator beeping because the door wasn't shut all the way)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-2289675931369619181?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/2289675931369619181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=2289675931369619181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/2289675931369619181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/2289675931369619181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/06/grandma-and-grandpa-were-watching.html' title='The Cake'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-4036668324073769109</id><published>2007-06-06T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:55:37.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World "what I want to do"</title><content type='html'>This evening as I, dad, put the sprog to bed he began to tell me about Disney World. He has only been there once and not even in the park proper, just at a resort and breakfast with the characters. He has seen a special about Disney Worlk on the Travel Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he wanted to see the Haunted House but didn't want to go inside because "it is scary". He then told me he was going to fly a plane at disney since that was safe "because it has seat belts and buttons"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-4036668324073769109?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/4036668324073769109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=4036668324073769109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/4036668324073769109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/4036668324073769109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/06/disney-world-what-i-want-to-do.html' title='Disney World &quot;what I want to do&quot;'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-4822703464750461613</id><published>2007-06-05T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T17:31:34.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Kidding?</title><content type='html'>Michael found some ladies at the pool to show off for and chat with.  While chatting them up the one lady would say to Michael "Are you kidding?" (just playing with him).  Michael turned it around on her after she commented on the water asking her "Are you kidding?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-4822703464750461613?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/4822703464750461613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=4822703464750461613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/4822703464750461613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/4822703464750461613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/06/are-you-kidding.html' title='Are You Kidding?'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-8134630489856366567</id><published>2007-05-31T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:31:44.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Backseat Driver</title><content type='html'>So, this morning I needed to go get allergy shots before swim lessons. On the way there, my backseat driver tells me "slow down, you're going too fast. You're going to hit that truck!" (I'm on a road with a 45 mph speed limit, it's morning traffic and I'm only doing like 40 mph). Lucky for my backseat driver the light ahead was red and we were slowing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on on the way back from the aquarium:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Me: "Look at the truck next to us, it has two trailers. What do you think it has in the trailers?" (the truck has absolutely nothing descriptive anywhere on it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Michael: "It has snacks for the cows"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(so what do cows snack on anyways?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I finally asked him what cows snack on.  His reply:  "Leaves!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-8134630489856366567?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/8134630489856366567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=8134630489856366567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/8134630489856366567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/8134630489856366567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/05/backseat-driver.html' title='Backseat Driver'/><author><name>Jen</name><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-3910676473117430155.post-2199461569594025798</id><published>2007-05-30T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T12:42:32.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>such imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XSwaLeTplnM/Rl2pHlsnStI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nrwDWucQd7E/s1600-h/P5300001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070394703332461266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="239" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XSwaLeTplnM/Rl2pHlsnStI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nrwDWucQd7E/s320/P5300001.JPG" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael spied his Buzz Lightyear costume from last Halloween in the closet. He asked to put it on. We played Buzz and Star Command(yep, that's me!) for about an hour including through lunch which worked quite nicely. "Buzz, this is Star Command," "Your lunch is ready."  While playing "Buzz" it is a requirement to talk into your wrist.  He has quite an imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3910676473117430155-2199461569594025798?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/2199461569594025798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=2199461569594025798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/2199461569594025798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/2199461569594025798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/05/such-imagination.html' title='such imagination'/><author><name>Jen</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_XSwaLeTplnM/Rl2pHlsnStI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nrwDWucQd7E/s72-c/P5300001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910676473117430155.post-7404139941321694872</id><published>2007-05-21T23:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:41:19.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up!</title><content type='html'>sometime in 2007? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is how to wake up daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cbdd8317539e321d" 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://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcbdd8317539e321d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331423817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AA6711347AABDC12FE2BDE59D22678C4C091E2A.20AC144211B60A7CD1FF0DD5908C214325DCA1C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcbdd8317539e321d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSYATbwGckPciEX4VxbiPSZHDmx4&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://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcbdd8317539e321d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331423817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AA6711347AABDC12FE2BDE59D22678C4C091E2A.20AC144211B60A7CD1FF0DD5908C214325DCA1C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcbdd8317539e321d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSYATbwGckPciEX4VxbiPSZHDmx4&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/3910676473117430155-7404139941321694872?l=sproglair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cbdd8317539e321d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/feeds/7404139941321694872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3910676473117430155&amp;postID=7404139941321694872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/7404139941321694872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3910676473117430155/posts/default/7404139941321694872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproglair.blogspot.com/2007/05/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up!'/><author><name>Jen</name><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>
