<?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-3038429710616680903</id><updated>2012-01-26T15:39:45.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsay Laughs</title><subtitle type='html'>A record of the funny things my girls do and say</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-3994563752415495980</id><published>2012-01-26T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T15:39:45.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning Brooke wanted me to help her figure out how to use a jewelry maker she got for Christmas. I told her that I needed to do some exercise first and then find some time to figure out how it works. She said, "Mom, you really need to be more flexible!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-3994563752415495980?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3994563752415495980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=3994563752415495980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3994563752415495980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3994563752415495980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-morning-brooke-wanted-me-to-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-4934124341496550355</id><published>2011-12-24T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T20:49:28.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight, Christmas Eve, we were watching a video of the story of the birth of Jesus. At the part where an angel appears to the shepherds, Emma made a low voice like she was one of the shepherds talking to the angel and said, "Hey man. Your glow in the dark material is awesome!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-4934124341496550355?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4934124341496550355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=4934124341496550355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4934124341496550355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4934124341496550355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/12/tonight-christmas-eve-we-were-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-1597390532240368262</id><published>2011-12-21T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T11:46:08.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Sunday we went in as a family to see our Bishop for tithing settlement. First he started out by telling the girls that he had something very important to tell them-- something that Alan and I had never told them before. That it wasn't really a secret, it was just something we had never told them. He said, "The very special thing I'm going to tell you is that you have awesome parents." Brooke looked at him and as plain as can be she said, "Oh, they've told us that already." I about died! Alan said my face was totally red. I sheepishly admitted, " I tell them that I'm Super Mom." I didn't admit to this, but I also make them TELL ME I'm Super Mom. You have to know the humility of our Bishop and his wife-- they would never do that! Ah, oh well. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-1597390532240368262?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1597390532240368262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=1597390532240368262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/1597390532240368262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/1597390532240368262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-sunday-we-went-in-as-family-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-2017432150593459607</id><published>2011-11-17T23:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T23:20:07.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0T7aaPBiXXg/TsHN7NYRRMI/AAAAAAAAJN4/MTZZtoWm7QQ/s1600/brooke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0T7aaPBiXXg/TsHN7NYRRMI/AAAAAAAAJN4/MTZZtoWm7QQ/s320/brooke.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I took a photo of Brooke when she didn't want me to and she said, " Oh great-- now that's gonna be on facebook." So I put it on facebook. &amp;nbsp;He he!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-500918630635590125?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/500918630635590125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=500918630635590125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/500918630635590125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/500918630635590125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-took-photo-of-brooke-when-she-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0T7aaPBiXXg/TsHN7NYRRMI/AAAAAAAAJN4/MTZZtoWm7QQ/s72-c/brooke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-3774681219060646839</id><published>2011-10-08T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T19:35:55.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Brooke had the flu last week. She would wake up only to throw up and then fall back to sleep. One of the times she woke up and mumbled, "When Spongebob got the suds, pink bubbles came out of him." And she went back to sleep. I'm glad she can draw upon Spongebob as a source of strength during the hard times. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-3774681219060646839?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3774681219060646839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=3774681219060646839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3774681219060646839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3774681219060646839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/10/b-had-flu-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-3982245118984005365</id><published>2011-09-05T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:44:03.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whenever Emma says she doesn't understand something, Brooke chimes right in no matter what it is and says, "It's a figure of speech."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-3982245118984005365?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3982245118984005365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=3982245118984005365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3982245118984005365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3982245118984005365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/09/whenever-emma-says-she-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-6622220861605438375</id><published>2011-08-16T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T21:28:04.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other day we went to clean the chapel and before walking in Brooke said, "Be careful. People can probably smell fear." (quoting the movie Tangled)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-6622220861605438375?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6622220861605438375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=6622220861605438375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/6622220861605438375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/6622220861605438375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/other-day-we-went-to-clean-chapel-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-7967146359723058481</id><published>2011-08-16T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:27:39.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was having a really bad day the other day and when I was kissing Brooke goodnight I apologized that I was so crabby. She said, "It's ok. Mommy, you're more than a mommy to me. You're love." I started crying and hugged her tight. Then she said I'm her friend and started stroking my hair and face. She was stroking my eye brows and asked, "Why am I the only one with no eyebrows?" I answered, "Brooke, you have eyebrows, they're just light blonde." She said, "No, they're not eyebrows. They're just furr." We both busted up laughing for a good several minutes. I felt very thankful for her in that moment, especially after a hard day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-7967146359723058481?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7967146359723058481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=7967146359723058481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/7967146359723058481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/7967146359723058481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-was-having-really-bad-day-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-8571420728511684865</id><published>2011-07-22T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T16:22:33.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7FMPs0sh0Xo/TioGBgtAwgI/AAAAAAAAISk/cbfian5dZLE/s1600/flossers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7FMPs0sh0Xo/TioGBgtAwgI/AAAAAAAAISk/cbfian5dZLE/s320/flossers.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been trying to encourage more regular flossing lately so I bought some of these little "fun flossers." The other night Brooke asked, "Well, why are they called "fun" flossers if they really not any fun?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-8571420728511684865?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8571420728511684865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=8571420728511684865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8571420728511684865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8571420728511684865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/07/weve-been-trying-to-encourage-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7FMPs0sh0Xo/TioGBgtAwgI/AAAAAAAAISk/cbfian5dZLE/s72-c/flossers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-4246039653538870732</id><published>2011-06-22T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T10:38:04.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooke's been having potty accidents lately and today when she had another one I said, "Brooke, what's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;She replied, "I'm a weak minded fool!" and she laughed and went into the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she yelled, "Curse you underpants!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-4246039653538870732?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4246039653538870732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=4246039653538870732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4246039653538870732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4246039653538870732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/06/brookes-been-having-potty-accidents.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-5377222765786301302</id><published>2011-06-20T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:29:23.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1f-Nw5vG_dg/TgA56rrSTfI/AAAAAAAAIBA/FRZwhlnVbCM/s1600/turn+of+the+century.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1f-Nw5vG_dg/TgA56rrSTfI/AAAAAAAAIBA/FRZwhlnVbCM/s320/turn+of+the+century.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were in Utah last week and we went to Lagoon. Brooke saw this ride and asked what it was. I told her it was like a carousel but with swings. And she said, "Oh, right. So it's a swingousel."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-5377222765786301302?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5377222765786301302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=5377222765786301302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/5377222765786301302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/5377222765786301302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-were-in-utah-last-week-and-we-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1f-Nw5vG_dg/TgA56rrSTfI/AAAAAAAAIBA/FRZwhlnVbCM/s72-c/turn+of+the+century.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-4265963141481184278</id><published>2011-06-06T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:30:07.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma told Brooke to guess what animal she was thinking of when we were in the car the other day. Brooke's first guess? Not dog. Not cat. Armadillo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-4265963141481184278?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4265963141481184278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=4265963141481184278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4265963141481184278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4265963141481184278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/06/emma-told-brooke-to-guess-what-animal.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-6216736514203472972</id><published>2011-06-06T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T10:17:19.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We've been having a lot of rain lately and we were having breakfast discussing how much we wish it was a warmer summer so far so we could go swimming at the pool. Brooke said, "But remember guys-- the rain gives us water to drink and puddles to jump in and fun times jumping on your trampoline in the rain if you have one. So we have to give it to the rain."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-6216736514203472972?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6216736514203472972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=6216736514203472972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/6216736514203472972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/6216736514203472972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/06/weve-been-having-lot-of-rain-lately-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-729229875867885804</id><published>2011-03-26T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T00:38:36.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight Emma gave me some advice on how to be a more effective disciplinarian: "Mommy, I really don't like it when you get mad at me. So I have some ideas. How about instead of yelling STOP IT really loud, you just say 'That's not funny' or 'You're having an early bed time tonight' or 'You're going to lose privileges.' But you say it in a quieter voice. I know it will take some practice but I know you can do it. And I'll work on not doing that bad things, OK?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-729229875867885804?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/729229875867885804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=729229875867885804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/729229875867885804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/729229875867885804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/03/tonight-emma-gave-me-some-advice-on-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-3716420916812027487</id><published>2011-03-26T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T00:29:58.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooke: "I really love the F-word, mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh, really? What's the F-word?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke: "Fine!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-3716420916812027487?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3716420916812027487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=3716420916812027487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3716420916812027487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3716420916812027487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/03/brooke-i-really-love-f-word-mom-me-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-5581902086948147747</id><published>2011-03-19T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T18:37:23.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were watching Lady And The Tramp and Emma said, "Dogs are a the most popular animal. They're the best pets-- cause cats scratch and bunnies hop away."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-5581902086948147747?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5581902086948147747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=5581902086948147747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/5581902086948147747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/5581902086948147747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-were-watching-lady-and-tramp-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-7714838690691694312</id><published>2011-03-19T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T14:19:00.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today we were all sitting in the living room and Brooke left to go potty. Alan said, "Bye Brooke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "You don't have to say bye. It's not like I'm going to Tennesee-ya!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-7714838690691694312?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7714838690691694312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=7714838690691694312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/7714838690691694312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/7714838690691694312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/03/today-we-were-all-sitting-in-living.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-7651992726719427135</id><published>2011-03-14T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T18:43:29.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I said to Brooke, "I think you're beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied to me, "You're exquisite."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-7651992726719427135?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7651992726719427135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=7651992726719427135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/7651992726719427135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/7651992726719427135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-night-i-said-to-brooke-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-353927521230204118</id><published>2011-02-25T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T20:20:53.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight during family scripture study Alan was telling the girls about how if there were no commandments or laws, no one would be afraid to make wrong choices. And if there were no rules, no one would be afraid to break them. After a few minutes he asked the girls if they understood. Emma replied, "Just keep talking about no rules. I love that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-353927521230204118?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/353927521230204118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=353927521230204118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/353927521230204118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/353927521230204118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/02/tonight-during-family-scripture-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-6382870188970540806</id><published>2011-02-12T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T13:57:51.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other night when we were getting Brooke ready for bed I noticed something strange when we were changing her underwear. Before I even said a word she fessed up, "Mom, the reason I have bright green and blue spots in my underwear is because I put some cookies down there so I could save them for later and eat them. They were there for a loooooong time."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-6382870188970540806?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6382870188970540806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=6382870188970540806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/6382870188970540806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/6382870188970540806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/02/other-night-when-we-were-getting-brooke.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-897988953940677465</id><published>2011-02-12T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:23:12.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma got her new shoes really dirty after only one day of wearing them. When I picked her up from school she said, "Look at my shoe. I'm a killer. Cause I'm tough. Tougher than Brooke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, now that's saying something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-897988953940677465?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/897988953940677465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=897988953940677465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/897988953940677465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/897988953940677465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/02/emma-got-her-new-shoes-really-dirty.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-4199477333713994049</id><published>2011-02-12T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T19:22:44.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight Brooke decided to tell me this: "The bad guys are using their souls to be bader and bader and bader and bader. And if they don't fix it, they'll never go to heaven."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-4199477333713994049?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4199477333713994049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=4199477333713994049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4199477333713994049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4199477333713994049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/02/tonight-brooke-decided-to-tell-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-2056583576975277298</id><published>2010-12-17T15:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T13:57:19.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooke's Poetic Side</title><content type='html'>oh minnie mouse, I can see you at the park someday maybe you're doing what I'm doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was your matters, your satters, maybe everything that you know is the thing that is righted of your worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've got to do what you're doing right now, you think you're doing what it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the things you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bravo bravo bravo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and boo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-2056583576975277298?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2056583576975277298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=2056583576975277298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/2056583576975277298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/2056583576975277298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/12/brookes-poetic-side.html' title='Brooke&apos;s Poetic Side'/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-3022987995556229707</id><published>2010-11-24T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:24:08.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPRESS YOUR FRIENDS AND FAM THIS CHRISTMAS WITH SHUTTERFLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10o7FPUaD0/TPSmE_6RpvI/AAAAAAAAHSI/y14g1Mi-BYM/s1600/STATIONERYCARD_5x5-31046-2628-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v1281031647000126597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10o7FPUaD0/TPSmE_6RpvI/AAAAAAAAHSI/y14g1Mi-BYM/s320/STATIONERYCARD_5x5-31046-2628-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v1281031647000126597.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;With all the craziness of the Holidays I LOVE things that make my life simpler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Shutterfly offers an easy way to make beautiful Christmas cards that your family and friends are sure to love! You simply use your own photos and you can include whatever Holiday messages you want! I plan to use the above format with a family photo taken over the summer. This format is simple and clean. I LOVE IT! Click here to see some more examples and get inspired to make your own:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-photo-cards"&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-photo-cards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I've done in the past is calendars for the grandparents, which they LOVE. Click here to see the amazing possibilities!&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars"&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also learned that you can make invitations for any event. Birthdays, New Years Parties, whatever you want! Here are some samples: &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/birthday-cards-stationery"&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/birthday-cards-stationery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Let your creativity flow this Holiday season. Your creations with Shutterfly become your own personal works of art. Thanks to Shutterfly, my best Christmas cards ever are only a couple clicks away and I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.shutterfly.com/5358/holiday2010-blog-submission-form/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-3022987995556229707?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3022987995556229707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=3022987995556229707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3022987995556229707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3022987995556229707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/11/shutterfly-free-cards.html' title='IMPRESS YOUR FRIENDS AND FAM THIS CHRISTMAS WITH SHUTTERFLY'/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10o7FPUaD0/TPSmE_6RpvI/AAAAAAAAHSI/y14g1Mi-BYM/s72-c/STATIONERYCARD_5x5-31046-2628-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v1281031647000126597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-4219517437308728624</id><published>2010-10-14T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:23:11.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooke: "Mommy, you really need to give me some dessert now. Look at all the dinner I ate-- look at all I have DONE for you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-4219517437308728624?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4219517437308728624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=4219517437308728624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4219517437308728624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4219517437308728624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/10/brooke-mommy-you-really-need-to-give-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-59022849566716225</id><published>2010-09-03T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T10:02:40.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooke asked me what her body was made out of. She said, "Is it made from the ocean?"&lt;div&gt;"No," I replied.&lt;div&gt;"Well, then what is it made from?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to come up with something, "It's made from whatever Heavenly Father decided to use when He created us."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her reply: "No, mom. It's made from FAITH!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stand corrected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-59022849566716225?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/59022849566716225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=59022849566716225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/59022849566716225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/59022849566716225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/09/brooke-asked-me-what-her-body-was-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-2810550988403921541</id><published>2010-09-03T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T10:03:21.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night Brooke was really excited when I told her if she ate her broccoli she could get a popsicle. When she had earned her reward she said, "Basque in the glow, baby. Basque in the glow."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-2810550988403921541?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2810550988403921541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=2810550988403921541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/2810550988403921541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/2810550988403921541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-night-brooke-was-really-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-3379959562449162889</id><published>2010-08-30T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:30:13.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took Brooke to ride her bike on some trails near our apartment. After about 15 minutes she said, "We'd better go back. I miss the comforts of home."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-3379959562449162889?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3379959562449162889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=3379959562449162889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3379959562449162889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3379959562449162889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-took-brooke-to-ride-her-bike-on-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-8966510908508115250</id><published>2010-08-30T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:28:36.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma had a soccer tournament on Saturday and she was really excited to play. Right before one of the games started she said, "I've never felt so ALIVE!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-8966510908508115250?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8966510908508115250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=8966510908508115250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8966510908508115250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8966510908508115250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/08/emma-had-soccer-tournament-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-4693237314683535657</id><published>2010-08-12T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:01:53.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooke was sitting on the floor in her bedroom putting a wash cloth over a small box. After a while she looked up and said, "Mom, I'm trying to do a magic trick with this wash cloth but nothing is disappearing under it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-4693237314683535657?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4693237314683535657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=4693237314683535657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4693237314683535657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4693237314683535657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/08/brooke-was-sitting-on-floor-in-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-8058985356715928959</id><published>2010-08-04T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:44:08.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma and I were shopping at Cost Plus, Marshall's, etc. today and she kept stopping to look at things. I was in a hurry so I kept saying, "Emma hurry up! What are you doing?" She replied, "I just get inspired by so many things I see that I have to stop!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-8058985356715928959?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8058985356715928959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=8058985356715928959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8058985356715928959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8058985356715928959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/08/emma-and-i-were-shopping-at-cost-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-8772005579374523553</id><published>2010-06-13T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T15:45:29.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooke crying last night: Mommy, I don't want to go to bed. I just wish there was no such thing as night time in this world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-8772005579374523553?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8772005579374523553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=8772005579374523553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8772005579374523553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8772005579374523553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/06/brooke-last-night-mommy-i-dont-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-9132257013695394133</id><published>2010-06-10T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T13:04:25.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Me: "Emma, you need to stay next to me and not go in the street-- I'm dead serious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma: "Mom, I ate dead serious for breakfast!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-9132257013695394133?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/9132257013695394133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=9132257013695394133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/9132257013695394133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/9132257013695394133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-emma-you-need-to-stay-next-to-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-2477788554318709692</id><published>2010-05-29T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T15:49:31.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me: "Oh, Brooke, those shorts look GREAT on you!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brooke: "Thanks, mom. I have a lot of parties in my shorts."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-2477788554318709692?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2477788554318709692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=2477788554318709692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/2477788554318709692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/2477788554318709692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-oh-brooke-those-shorts-look-great-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-8294059531813542303</id><published>2010-05-26T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:29:32.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight Emma prayed that she and Brooke and all the good girls in the world will be able to find the right guys to marry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-8294059531813542303?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8294059531813542303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=8294059531813542303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8294059531813542303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8294059531813542303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/05/tonight-emma-prayed-that-she-and-brooke.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-2606004074435928072</id><published>2010-05-26T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:43:52.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma said, "Mommy, our hair color is kind of the same and I look kind of like you, so I'm like a mini-Cristi."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-2606004074435928072?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2606004074435928072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=2606004074435928072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/2606004074435928072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/2606004074435928072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/05/emma-said-mommy-our-hair-color-is-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-8067896240430444670</id><published>2010-05-26T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:42:44.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooke, quoting The Incredibles said to me, "I am not affiliated with you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-8067896240430444670?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8067896240430444670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=8067896240430444670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8067896240430444670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8067896240430444670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/05/brooke-quoting-incredibles-said-to-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-2199423520966422801</id><published>2010-05-24T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:13:49.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The girls quote movies a lot. The other day Emma said this line from Bolt, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;Ring, ring! Who's there? Destiny? I've been expecting your call."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-2199423520966422801?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2199423520966422801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=2199423520966422801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/2199423520966422801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/2199423520966422801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/05/girls-quote-movies-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-3511558893965193180</id><published>2010-05-10T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:11:54.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were playing a memory game for FHE tonight and when it was Brooke's turn to roll the dice she kept saying, "Watch and learn, people. Watch and learn."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-3511558893965193180?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3511558893965193180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=3511558893965193180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3511558893965193180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3511558893965193180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-were-playing-memory-game-for-fhe.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-3100868303212759976</id><published>2010-05-02T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:53:02.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alan was laying in bed this morning with one arm up over his head. Brooke was sitting next to him and said: Daddy, that arm pit hair is mighty funky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-3100868303212759976?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3100868303212759976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=3100868303212759976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3100868303212759976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3100868303212759976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/05/alan-was-laying-in-bed-with-one-arm-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-252484385681934644</id><published>2010-05-01T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:52:39.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Brooke: Sometimes daddy takes a hula hoop and makes it go around his neck. . . If I did that my head might come off and you'd have to tape it back on with tape. And that's not very fun, is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-252484385681934644?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/252484385681934644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=252484385681934644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/252484385681934644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/252484385681934644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/05/brooke-sometimes-daddy-takes-hula-hoop.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-300259943088977513</id><published>2010-04-26T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:23:32.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>During a Family Home Evening Game</title><content type='html'>Brooke and Emma get very competitive during family games. We were playing Sequence For Kids tonight and Brooke said, "We're gonna get your where it HURTS! And then we're going to hit you softly and then tie you up with a rope and stick you to the wall with glue!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-300259943088977513?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/300259943088977513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=300259943088977513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/300259943088977513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/300259943088977513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/04/during-family-home-evening-game.html' title='During a Family Home Evening Game'/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-6548739647903318137</id><published>2010-04-26T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:19:26.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma talking to Grandma on the phone</title><content type='html'>Emma: I was running at school and I tripped over something and it made my tongue push my tooth up and it was already wiggly so it started to come out. Then my mom pulled it out and it didn't even hurt. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma: Oh! did the tooth fairy come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma: Yes, she brought me a silver dollar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma: Wow! What are you going to do with it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma: Probably save it and pass it down when I have my own babies. But you'll probably be dead by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Nice!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-6548739647903318137?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6548739647903318137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=6548739647903318137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/6548739647903318137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/6548739647903318137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/04/emma-talking-to-grandma-on-phone.html' title='Emma talking to Grandma on the phone'/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-6997035188487294881</id><published>2010-04-21T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:24:12.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny conversation between Alan and I</title><content type='html'>Me: I got some tests results back from the doctor and it looks like I have too much testosterone. I'm manly. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alan: Ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: That's why I have such amazing muscles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alan: So what does it mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: It means no one will think you're a loser because you go home to Starla at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alan: Star light, Star bright, please don't beat me up tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-6997035188487294881?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6997035188487294881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=6997035188487294881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/6997035188487294881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/6997035188487294881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/04/funny-conversation-between-alan-and-i.html' title='Funny conversation between Alan and I'/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-4166225517388124947</id><published>2010-04-06T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:23:46.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooke's first prayer all by herself:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Heavenly Father, We're thankful for this day. I love my mommy and my daddy. And Emma. I'm thankful for all my Easter toys and all my Christmas toys. And I'm thankful for all my books. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-4166225517388124947?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4166225517388124947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=4166225517388124947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4166225517388124947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4166225517388124947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/04/brookes-first-prayer-all-by-herself.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-6519014827291222760</id><published>2010-03-14T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:36:41.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooke was fizzling a lot today and I said, "Brooke, was that you, AGAIN?" She answered, "Yes, it's just my nature."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-6519014827291222760?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6519014827291222760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=6519014827291222760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/6519014827291222760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/6519014827291222760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/03/brooke-was-fizzling-lot-today-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-3661914621715420533</id><published>2010-03-09T20:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:35:09.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS ONE'S FROM ALAN</title><content type='html'>Alan and I were both in really silly moods last night. He was being dorky and said, "You know what, I'm the dorkiest man alive. But see, I had no choice because I was born with myself. You, on the other hand, &lt;i&gt;chose&lt;/i&gt; me. How much a fool does that make YOU?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-3661914621715420533?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3661914621715420533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=3661914621715420533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3661914621715420533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3661914621715420533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-one.html' title='THIS ONE&apos;S FROM ALAN'/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-5301285899586991548</id><published>2010-03-04T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:34:21.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alan: "Emma, mommy asked you to get dressed for school and you aren't doing it. What do you say when mommy asks you to do something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma: "I say YES! . . .  Unless she asks me to SMOKE. Cause then I would say a BIG FAT N.O.!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan: "Well, mommy would never ask you to do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma: "But if she did I'd definitely call her a DEAMON MOMMY!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-5301285899586991548?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5301285899586991548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=5301285899586991548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/5301285899586991548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/5301285899586991548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/03/alan-emma-mommy-asked-you-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-7839549708354992012</id><published>2010-03-03T22:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T12:13:01.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooke and I were snuggling and playing and I closed my eyes and pretended to be sleeping. She opened one of my eyes for me and said, "Open your eyes, mama. It's a whole new world out there."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-7839549708354992012?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7839549708354992012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=7839549708354992012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/7839549708354992012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/7839549708354992012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/03/brooke-and-i-were-snuggling-and-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-8846449378463951822</id><published>2010-02-28T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:36:10.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When the girls pass gas we call it fizzling. Brookie was fizzling a lot the other day and we started joking about it by saying things like, "Fizzlers-- get to your fizzle stations!" Emma suddenly yelled, "The fizzle station is outside, so get lost!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-8846449378463951822?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8846449378463951822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=8846449378463951822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8846449378463951822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8846449378463951822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-girls-pass-gas-we-call-it-fizzling.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-1412581816719594359</id><published>2010-02-22T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:42:24.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight's conversation. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Brookie, can you go brush your teeth like I asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke: No, mom. It's way too violent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-1412581816719594359?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1412581816719594359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=1412581816719594359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/1412581816719594359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/1412581816719594359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/02/tonights-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-9095999237684162241</id><published>2010-02-17T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:00:14.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;We lost our Nacho Libre DVD and Emma said, "Darn I wanted to watch it. It's so funny! Choncho, I need to borrow some sweeaats!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-9095999237684162241?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/9095999237684162241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=9095999237684162241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/9095999237684162241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/9095999237684162241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-lost-our-nacho-libre-dvd-and-emma.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-1876875553616686305</id><published>2010-02-08T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:15:24.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooke: "Mommy, I'm going to put my toothbrush right next to yours because I love you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-1876875553616686305?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1876875553616686305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=1876875553616686305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/1876875553616686305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/1876875553616686305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/02/brooke-mommy-im-going-to-put-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-7272032873412713330</id><published>2010-01-14T12:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:50:24.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooke was coloring and I told her that her page looked pretty. She said, "Mom-- don't say that. Just hit the road!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-7272032873412713330?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7272032873412713330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=7272032873412713330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/7272032873412713330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/7272032873412713330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/01/brooke-was-coloring-and-i-told-her-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-2297978552929241628</id><published>2010-01-14T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:49:03.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I told Brooke she needed to put her underwear on this morning and she said, "Mom-- It doesn't matter! Just get out of my neighborhood!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-2297978552929241628?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2297978552929241628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=2297978552929241628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/2297978552929241628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/2297978552929241628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-told-brooke-she-needed-to-put-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-3773031747890796122</id><published>2009-12-28T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:07:02.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooke's been doing different faces like a happy face, a mad face, etc. My dad asked her, "Brooke, can you give me your mad face?" She replied, "No, grandpa. I want to keep it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-3773031747890796122?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3773031747890796122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=3773031747890796122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3773031747890796122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3773031747890796122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/12/brookes-been-doing-different-faces-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-3038531214418463735</id><published>2009-12-16T19:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:28:31.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We have some secret Christmas elves bringing us the 12 days of Christmas and tonight they brought us the movie "How the Grinch Stole Christmas." The girls have been wanting that so they started screaming when they opened it. (and I did, too!) The elves also brought us candy to eat while we watch it. I told the girls not to eat too much before bed time and Emma said, "Mom, for a movie night? You've really got to be more sensible!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-3038531214418463735?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3038531214418463735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=3038531214418463735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3038531214418463735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3038531214418463735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-have-some-secret-christmas-elves.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-34035352221537373</id><published>2009-12-16T18:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:10:23.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were watching the Biggest Loser finale and I was explaining to Emma that the people had to lose weight and exercise so they could get healthy again. She said Mom, you don't have to worry about me cause I LIVE running. And at recess I don't walk, but I sometimes walk, but I just RUN out there. I run and run. And I love jumping jumping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-34035352221537373?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/34035352221537373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=34035352221537373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/34035352221537373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/34035352221537373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-were-watching-biggest-loser-finale.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-4506480977075790778</id><published>2009-12-11T16:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:21:31.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The girls were arguing in the car and Brooke (my teeny, tiny 3 year old) says to Emma in a very Queen-of England-type voice, "SILENCE!!! ENOUGH FROM YOU!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but giggle quietly to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-4506480977075790778?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4506480977075790778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=4506480977075790778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4506480977075790778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4506480977075790778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-were-arguing-in-car-and-brooke-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-82141408245804912</id><published>2009-12-02T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:18:57.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I asked Emma what her favorite song in the whole world is and she started singing, "All the single ladies, all the single ladies. . ."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-82141408245804912?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/82141408245804912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=82141408245804912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/82141408245804912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/82141408245804912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-asked-emma-what-her-favorite-song-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-5540604795731878999</id><published>2009-11-11T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:26:24.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday Emma kept hugging me and saying things like, "Mom, I just want to hug you all the time. I love you so much because you're so beautiful and nice. I just can't stop hugging you! I want to hug you forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-5540604795731878999?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5540604795731878999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=5540604795731878999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/5540604795731878999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/5540604795731878999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-emma-kept-hugging-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-3015030690110486252</id><published>2009-10-27T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:08:55.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight when I was putting Brooke in the car I accidentally poked her with my keys. She was very offended and said, "Mommy! You thought I was a lock! But I'm actually a human!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-3015030690110486252?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3015030690110486252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=3015030690110486252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3015030690110486252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3015030690110486252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/10/tonight-when-i-was-putting-brooke-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-8647165517281122954</id><published>2009-09-28T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:41:20.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooke just said, out of the blue, "Mommy, Nacho Libre can show his BOOBIES!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-8647165517281122954?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8647165517281122954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=8647165517281122954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8647165517281122954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8647165517281122954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/09/brooke-just-said-out-of-blue-mommy.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-676179800527559245</id><published>2009-09-25T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:24:16.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma decided that she and daddy should treat me like a guest. Cool idea, huh? Today they put new sheets on my bed and Emma put a piece of gum on my pillow like at a hotel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-676179800527559245?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/676179800527559245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=676179800527559245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/676179800527559245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/676179800527559245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/09/emma-decided-that-she-and-daddy-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-7513096378775885962</id><published>2009-09-24T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:14:44.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today we went to pay our rent and Brooke got a cookie from the apartment management office. She said she wanted to share it with me. A few minutes later she had gobbled almost the entire thing. She looked up at me and started to cry, "Mommy, I ate all the big pieces--I forgot to share my cookie with you." She was devastated and cried for several minutes. I told her it was ok and that I was happy with my gum. It was so sad but so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-7513096378775885962?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7513096378775885962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=7513096378775885962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/7513096378775885962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/7513096378775885962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-we-went-to-pay-our-rent-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-4755179731716684803</id><published>2009-09-22T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:47:10.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma and Brooke have an inside joke. Whenever one of them says the word "dursh" they both crack up. Then they say it over and over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-4755179731716684803?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4755179731716684803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=4755179731716684803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4755179731716684803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4755179731716684803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/09/emma-and-brooke-have-inside-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-5150667070139184206</id><published>2009-09-22T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:45:28.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went swimming yesterday and when it was time to go Emma said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, mom. I want to stay here chillaxin' and getting a tan."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-5150667070139184206?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5150667070139184206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=5150667070139184206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/5150667070139184206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/5150667070139184206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-went-swimming-yesterday-and-when-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-1255893584163733225</id><published>2009-09-01T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:22:54.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;Last night Brooke ate all her dinner and earned ice cream for dessert. She then exclaimed proudly, "Victory is MINE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span id="status_time"&gt;&lt;span id="status_time_inner"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-1255893584163733225?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1255893584163733225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=1255893584163733225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/1255893584163733225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/1255893584163733225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-night-brooke-ate-all-her-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-5674692604004798992</id><published>2009-08-13T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:11:01.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We asked Emma if she likes Mrs. Young, her new kindergarten teacher and she said, "Are you kidding me?! I got my socks knocked off by her!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-5674692604004798992?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5674692604004798992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=5674692604004798992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/5674692604004798992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/5674692604004798992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-asked-emma-if-she-likes-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-3701025327506873677</id><published>2009-07-29T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:20:48.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were at the park today and Brooke was pretending the play ground was a ship and she was the captain. She was yelling out orders and such and told me it was her "relation-ship."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-3701025327506873677?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3701025327506873677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=3701025327506873677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3701025327506873677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3701025327506873677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-were-at-park-today-and-brooke-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-906326943172297223</id><published>2009-07-12T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:24:00.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma said not to worry when anyone gets hurt "because Nana is half doctor and half nurse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(she's a nurse practitioner so that's pretty close!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-906326943172297223?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/906326943172297223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=906326943172297223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/906326943172297223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/906326943172297223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/07/emma-said-not-to-worry-when-anyone-gets.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-3151443946357415215</id><published>2009-07-12T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:19:46.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma was REALLY tired tonight but still couldn't fall asleep so she became a little crazy and she said, "I just can't handle living this life anymore!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-3151443946357415215?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3151443946357415215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=3151443946357415215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3151443946357415215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3151443946357415215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/07/emma-was-really-tired-tonight-but-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-6358498479765897395</id><published>2009-06-24T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:16:56.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma informed me that when she is alone in bed at night and scared, she pretends that Nick Jonas (from the Jonas Brothers) is in her bed with her and then she feels safe. She also says she "sleep hugs" and "sleep kisses" him. What in the world?!!! I told her she cannot have a boy in her bed for real until she's married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-6358498479765897395?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6358498479765897395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=6358498479765897395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/6358498479765897395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/6358498479765897395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/06/emma-informed-me-that-when-she-is-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-2378874071621056727</id><published>2009-06-16T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:40:02.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma has been writing little songs. Her latest has two lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have an issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With my only tissue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sung with extreme attitude)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-2378874071621056727?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2378874071621056727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=2378874071621056727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/2378874071621056727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/2378874071621056727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/06/emma-has-been-writing-little-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-8047759054252722774</id><published>2009-06-16T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:38:47.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The girls and I went shopping at Costco with grandma and she took Emma to the girls section to do a little shopping. When they were done Emma ran over to me and said, "Mom, guess what! This is no ordinary swimming suit! This is a BODY suit!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-8047759054252722774?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8047759054252722774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=8047759054252722774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8047759054252722774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8047759054252722774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/06/girls-and-i-went-shopping-at-costco.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-4372309407221512695</id><published>2009-06-07T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:43:20.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Emma was with me in the bathroom and asked:&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, why do moms have such big fat bums?&lt;br /&gt;I said: Emma, are you saying I have a big fat bum?&lt;br /&gt;She said: Yes. Well, I was going to say it was tiny just to  make you feel good, but it actually is big and fat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking: Well, at least she's honest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-4372309407221512695?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4372309407221512695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=4372309407221512695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4372309407221512695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4372309407221512695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-emma-was-with-me-in-bathroom-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-1585810970895315466</id><published>2009-06-07T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:32:13.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the car today we were talking about Grandpa and Emma said, "Grandpa is WAY old. He's even older than a hippopotamus!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-1585810970895315466?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1585810970895315466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=1585810970895315466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/1585810970895315466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/1585810970895315466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-car-today-we-were-talking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-1554514496048205554</id><published>2009-06-07T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:35:47.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma wanted to go to the neighbor kids' house to play today but Alan explained to her that today is Sunday, or the Sabbath, and we try to do family things on Sunday or stay home and rest. Then she said: "Dad, why can't you not be so sabbathy?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-1554514496048205554?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1554514496048205554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=1554514496048205554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/1554514496048205554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/1554514496048205554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/06/emma-wanted-to-go-to-neighbor-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-609844224453636318</id><published>2009-05-21T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:04:54.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night Emma was telling jokes such as Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road. She was cracking herself up. And me. Then she said, "Oh boy, that was embarrassing-- smiles all around?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-609844224453636318?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/609844224453636318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=609844224453636318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/609844224453636318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/609844224453636318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-night-emma-was-telling-jokes-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-9115506288723370550</id><published>2009-05-20T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:07:28.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning we told Emma it was her turn to say family prayer. She started in a soft voice with "Dear Heavenly Father, We're thankful....." and then yelling in a scruffy voice, "THAT DADDY CAN GET AN A!!!!!!!" and she did a double pump with her fist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-9115506288723370550?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/9115506288723370550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=9115506288723370550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/9115506288723370550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/9115506288723370550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-morning-we-told-emma-it-was-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-624105933225485810</id><published>2009-05-19T23:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:06:07.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alan asked the girls, "Do you want to talk to Nana and Grandpa Byron?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma replied, "Yes! Are you kidding me? They are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally awesome&lt;/span&gt;!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-624105933225485810?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/624105933225485810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=624105933225485810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/624105933225485810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/624105933225485810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/05/alan-asked-girls-do-you-want-to-talk-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-1445338866710853685</id><published>2009-05-19T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:37:25.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma: Mommy, you need to have a baby boy so I can have my own Owen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-1445338866710853685?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1445338866710853685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=1445338866710853685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/1445338866710853685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/1445338866710853685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/05/emma-mommy-you-need-to-have-baby-boy-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-7154383095998973197</id><published>2009-05-19T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:14:54.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma became very fascinated with male anatomy in the last 6 months or so, so we checked out a basic, preschool book on the body from the library. She was sooo excited that as we were walking out she shouted, "Yesss!!! I get to read a book about PENISES!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-7154383095998973197?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7154383095998973197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=7154383095998973197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/7154383095998973197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/7154383095998973197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/05/emma-became-very-fascinated-with-male.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-4013202889174389636</id><published>2009-05-19T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:25:52.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooke: Mommy, we need to play a game! How bout Hippo Hungry Hungry!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-4013202889174389636?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4013202889174389636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=4013202889174389636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4013202889174389636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4013202889174389636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/05/brooke-mommy-we-need-to-play-game-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-8653962169053124732</id><published>2009-05-19T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:25:17.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma: Grandpa, your head is full of nuts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-8653962169053124732?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8653962169053124732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=8653962169053124732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8653962169053124732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8653962169053124732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/05/emma-grandpa-your-head-is-full-of-nuts.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-5282390815449773073</id><published>2009-05-19T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:21:51.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was sewing the girls some dresses and Brooke was playing with the rotary cutter, which I had disabled so I thought it was safe but she managed to cut her finger still. When I was putting the band aid on she said, "Don't worry. It will be better in no town." (no time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-5282390815449773073?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5282390815449773073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=5282390815449773073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/5282390815449773073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/5282390815449773073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-sewing-girls-some-dresses-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-4950263816795345461</id><published>2009-05-19T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:19:04.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today while Emma and I were jumping on the trampoline I said, "Emma, I'm getting a headache. It feels like my brain is bouncing around in my head!"&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Me too. But at least we'll still have each other!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-4950263816795345461?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4950263816795345461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=4950263816795345461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4950263816795345461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4950263816795345461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-while-emma-and-i-were-jumping-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-8011284079614192785</id><published>2009-04-21T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:11:43.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooke: Grandpa, why are you using that broomer? (broom)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-8011284079614192785?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8011284079614192785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=8011284079614192785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8011284079614192785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8011284079614192785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/04/brooke-grandpa-why-are-you-using-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-1492225164407194999</id><published>2009-04-21T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:11:09.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma: Mom, I stayed up pretty late tonight so tomorrow I need to sleep in. Wake me up at 10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-1492225164407194999?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1492225164407194999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=1492225164407194999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/1492225164407194999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/1492225164407194999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/04/emma-mom-i-stayed-up-pretty-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-3723134797699059390</id><published>2009-04-21T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:10:30.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma: Grandpa guess what! There's a wishing well at Disneyland and I'm going to go there and make a wish that you can lose some weight so you can go on the trampoline with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-3723134797699059390?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3723134797699059390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=3723134797699059390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3723134797699059390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3723134797699059390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/04/emma-grandpa-guess-what-theres-wishing.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-8300079127284553437</id><published>2009-03-21T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:28:37.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our dog Molly was hanging around by the kitchen table hoping to get some crumbs or hop up on a chair and sneak some food. Brooke saw her and said, "Molly-- don't even think about it!!!" Grandma Kari and I laughed so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-8300079127284553437?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8300079127284553437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=8300079127284553437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8300079127284553437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8300079127284553437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/03/molly-was-hanging-around-by-kitchen.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-4014789449394926795</id><published>2009-03-21T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:24:41.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma was jumping around and Brooke said, "Emma, don't touch my mommy. She's very fragile!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-4014789449394926795?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4014789449394926795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=4014789449394926795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4014789449394926795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4014789449394926795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/03/emma-was-jumping-around-and-brooke-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-4399041239536663704</id><published>2009-02-14T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:27:05.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were flipping through the channels on TV and Brooke saw a black basketball player and said, "Is that Barak Obama?" Who knew my 2 year old knew his name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-4399041239536663704?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4399041239536663704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=4399041239536663704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4399041239536663704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4399041239536663704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-were-flipping-through-channels-on-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-8062246334648705120</id><published>2009-02-11T10:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:04:29.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The girls were sitting on my lap this morning hugging each other and I said, "See doesn't it make you feel good inside to be nice and not fight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma said, "No. It doesn't make me feel good. It makes me feel AWESOME!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-8062246334648705120?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8062246334648705120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=8062246334648705120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8062246334648705120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/8062246334648705120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/02/girls-were-sitting-on-my-lap-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-4786832338293282713</id><published>2009-02-07T20:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:18:10.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight Emma passed gas while standing next to the wall and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh NO! I just farted on Grandma's nice wall! It's ruined. It's ruined forever! I hate when fart on walls. What am I going to do? Good bye, wall.  I'm really going to miss you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-4786832338293282713?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4786832338293282713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=4786832338293282713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4786832338293282713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/4786832338293282713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/02/tonight-emma-passed-gas-while-standing.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-531573113485522530</id><published>2009-02-07T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:28:12.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight Emma announced, "Mommy and daddy are done being the boss of me because I'm a genius. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also asked Grandma, "Will you get me some milk? because my mom and dad are watching a movie and not doing things for people anymore like their kids."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-531573113485522530?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/531573113485522530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=531573113485522530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/531573113485522530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/531573113485522530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/02/tonight-emma-announced-mommy-and-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-1349910921310716791</id><published>2009-02-03T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:16:23.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's prayers last night</title><content type='html'>Dear Heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;We're thankful for these beautiful days&lt;br /&gt;We're thankful we have a body&lt;br /&gt;We're thankful for our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're thankful for the light&lt;br /&gt;We're thankful for Jesus&lt;br /&gt;And that he is the Son of God&lt;br /&gt;In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards she said, Mom, Jesus really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the Son of God, right?&lt;br /&gt;I said Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-1349910921310716791?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1349910921310716791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=1349910921310716791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/1349910921310716791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/1349910921310716791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/02/emmas-prayers-last-night.html' title='Emma&apos;s prayers last night'/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-3390403102180385607</id><published>2009-02-03T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:24:06.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brooke: Mommy, guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Brooke: My daddy drove away. . .&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yep, he went to school.&lt;br /&gt;Brooke: But he's gonna come back to me! He went to San Diego!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Actually, he went to Sacramento.&lt;br /&gt;Brooke: Ya, Sacramento!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-3390403102180385607?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3390403102180385607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=3390403102180385607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3390403102180385607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/3390403102180385607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/02/brooke-mommy-guess-what-me-what-brooke.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038429710616680903.post-605339345119793041</id><published>2009-01-16T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:04:41.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other morning Grandpa Jeff put his arms up to stretch which caused his shirt to go up a little. Brooke saw his stomach hanging out and said, "Your boobies!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038429710616680903-605339345119793041?l=lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/605339345119793041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038429710616680903&amp;postID=605339345119793041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/605339345119793041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038429710616680903/posts/default/605339345119793041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsaylaughs.blogspot.com/2009/01/other-morning-grandpa-jeff-put-his-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264391564385970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzLdOz7lwyg/TfG2af1OtuI/AAAAAAAAIAY/VMDBe2jksf4/s220/family%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
