<?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-38402138</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:00:42.485-08:00</updated><category term='wicked'/><category term='mommy'/><category term='broadway'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='marry'/><category term='chuck e cheese'/><category term='new years'/><title type='text'>A is for Addison</title><subtitle type='html'>Stories and fun stuff from our favorite (just turned) 6 year old</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-6234034570199860266</id><published>2008-08-28T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:08:59.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now you know.</title><content type='html'>Addie and her friend are Maddie watching Disney Channel.  On Wizards of Waverly Place, someone serves coffee cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie:  What's coffee cake?&lt;br /&gt;Maddie: It's a cake made out of coffee beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-6234034570199860266?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/6234034570199860266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=6234034570199860266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/6234034570199860266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/6234034570199860266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-you-know.html' title='Now you know.'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-6411079975973136942</id><published>2008-05-16T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:17:40.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it Count</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SC2AnjX2OVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/3leqxgKAJGc/s1600-h/addie+balloonatci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SC2AnjX2OVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/3leqxgKAJGc/s320/addie+balloonatci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200954561681307986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-6411079975973136942?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/6411079975973136942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=6411079975973136942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/6411079975973136942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/6411079975973136942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2008/05/make-it-count.html' title='Make it Count'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SC2AnjX2OVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/3leqxgKAJGc/s72-c/addie+balloonatci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-805157466582095964</id><published>2008-02-27T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:17:41.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abrham Lincin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/R8YhCNzJE-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/SV_Syaq4idQ/s1600-h/456px-Abraham_Lincoln_head_on_shoulders_photo_portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/R8YhCNzJE-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/SV_Syaq4idQ/s320/456px-Abraham_Lincoln_head_on_shoulders_photo_portrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171857544029213666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My story is about abrham lincin he was a intelgint man. He was very very tall. He was also a very onist man&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;he was born in febyery 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and he was alected in the year of 1860 and he endid slavery.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We anor him but I have some more things to tell you about him he wore a big big big hat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When he was a kid he worked for his famly and he did not go to school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was the 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; presdint.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He cept all of his noste in his hat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He dide cas a man shot him and the next moning he dide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-805157466582095964?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/805157466582095964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=805157466582095964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/805157466582095964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/805157466582095964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2008/02/abrham-lincin.html' title='Abrham Lincin'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/R8YhCNzJE-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/SV_Syaq4idQ/s72-c/456px-Abraham_Lincoln_head_on_shoulders_photo_portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-5562088830797837977</id><published>2008-02-15T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T15:05:58.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th day of school</title><content type='html'>Wednesday was the 100th day of school.  I brought in 100 froot loops,  and I read 100 words in a newspaper about Hilary Clinton and Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited for Thursday, not only because it was Valentines day, but because it was the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundred and Oneth day of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-5562088830797837977?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/5562088830797837977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=5562088830797837977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/5562088830797837977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/5562088830797837977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2008/02/100th-day-of-school.html' title='100th day of school'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-8721408856840007448</id><published>2008-02-06T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:05:04.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Word</title><content type='html'>Sydney: (to hayley) Stop being so ignorant!!!&lt;br /&gt;Addison: Oooooohhh!  Bad Word!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sydney: Ignorant is not a bad word.&lt;br /&gt;Addison: Yes it is, it's the E word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-8721408856840007448?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/8721408856840007448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=8721408856840007448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/8721408856840007448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/8721408856840007448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2008/02/bad-word.html' title='Bad 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-5402287439757068184?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/5402287439757068184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=5402287439757068184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/5402287439757068184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/5402287439757068184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-you-thought-i-was-only-little-kid.html' title='And you thought I was only a little kid.'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-4753577460905598051</id><published>2008-01-22T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T06:00:42.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and me talking about :How I got the part in the play</title><content type='html'>Addie: Do you know how I got the part of Ma Jones in the play "The Little Red Hen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Because you are such a good actress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:  Because you had a good costume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Because you asked for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Because your sister had the same part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Then how did you get that part in the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie: Because I'm such a good talker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-4753577460905598051?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/4753577460905598051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=4753577460905598051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/4753577460905598051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/4753577460905598051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2008/01/mom-and-me-talking-about-how-i-got-part.html' title='Mom and me talking about :How I got the part in the play'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-4674052128287502075</id><published>2008-01-16T07:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T07:45:28.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clark Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/16/94/82/169482_1412503562e874xyjoli51.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"&gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a 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your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/16/85/31/168531_7634346652e8743cxivo33.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"&gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/celebrity-collage.php"&gt;Celebrity Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/family-tree-builder.php"&gt;Free printable family tree chart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDA*OTgwNzk3ODEmcD*xMTA1NzEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2Vy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-8018587830161755852?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/8018587830161755852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=8018587830161755852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/8018587830161755852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/8018587830161755852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2008/01/clark-look-alike-meter.html' title='Clark Look-alike Meter'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-3316260496679094945</id><published>2008-01-10T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T10:45:08.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honica</title><content type='html'>My  family and I celebrate a special holiday.  We celebrate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honica.&lt;/span&gt;  It is special because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we sped tim&lt;/span&gt; toghether.  First we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lit the cadls&lt;/span&gt;.  Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we owpin are presis.&lt;/span&gt;  Next we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sig hebraw sags&lt;/span&gt;.  Finally, we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ett ptatow lotas&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honica is fun and issiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For those not fluent in First Grade Spelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :  &lt;/span&gt;We celebrate&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hanukah. &lt;/span&gt;It is special because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we spend time together.  &lt;/span&gt;First we&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; light the candles.  &lt;/span&gt;Then we&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; open the presents.  &lt;/span&gt;Next, we&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sing hebrew songs.  &lt;/span&gt;Finally we&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; eat potato latkes.  Hanukah is fun and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mommy note:  I love First Grade Spelling!!! It's the cutest!  When Sydney was a first grader, she wrote an essay on how much she wanted a dog.  She wrote on the essay, "I want to get a Norfuck Terrier".   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-3316260496679094945?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/3316260496679094945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=3316260496679094945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/3316260496679094945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/3316260496679094945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2008/01/honica.html' title='Honica'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-3980690546155142531</id><published>2008-01-10T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T07:23:52.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Blonde</title><content type='html'>My hair is blond, actually dirty blond.  Dirty blond is blonde hair with pieces of brown in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-3980690546155142531?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/3980690546155142531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=3980690546155142531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/3980690546155142531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/3980690546155142531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2008/01/dirty-blonde.html' title='Dirty Blonde'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-2496843345885632201</id><published>2007-09-20T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:47:40.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want to learn in First Grade</title><content type='html'>My teacher made a movie about us.  We all had to say what we wanted to learn in first grade.  This is what I said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to learn to be a better person.  I want to be smart like my sisters and read chapter books."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love first grade.  I also told everyone I would like them to call me monkey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-2496843345885632201?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/2496843345885632201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=2496843345885632201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/2496843345885632201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/2496843345885632201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-i-want-to-learn-in-first-grade.html' title='What I want to learn in First Grade'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-3065740840135415251</id><published>2007-05-18T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T20:13:59.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation my Mom had with my friends Zoe and Tara</title><content type='html'>Mommy came to pick us up at school today.  She decided to wear her hair curly today, instead of straight, because grandmom told her it would look nice.  It didn't look as nice as mommy had hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe took one look at my mommy and said,"what happened to your hair?"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy told her, "I had a problem with the blow-dryer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend Tara looked at mommy and said, "what did you do to your hair?"&lt;br /&gt;Zoe explained, "she used the wrong blow-dryer"&lt;br /&gt;Tara replied, "was it the dog's?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends made my mommy feel extra-special today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-3065740840135415251?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/3065740840135415251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=3065740840135415251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/3065740840135415251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/3065740840135415251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2007/05/conversation-my-mom-had-with-my-friends.html' title='Conversation my Mom had with my friends Zoe and Tara'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-395702540373885697</id><published>2007-05-12T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T17:27:44.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing about names.</title><content type='html'>I had this teacher once named Mrs. Rosen-Bomb.  What kind of name is that?  Why would I want a teacher whose name was about an explosion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-395702540373885697?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/395702540373885697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=395702540373885697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/395702540373885697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/395702540373885697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2007/05/thing-about-names.html' title='The thing about names.'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-6878734169405791382</id><published>2007-03-09T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T10:43:44.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem by Addison</title><content type='html'>The People in my Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney is the greatest 11 year old I have known&lt;br /&gt;She likes macaroni and cheese, the computer and her phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Hayley is nice as well&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she's mean but I won't tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy Lori is the best mom ever&lt;br /&gt;She likes to hug me isn't that clever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy Gregg is a great guy&lt;br /&gt;I love him more than bunnies, and that's no lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxy is my favorite dog&lt;br /&gt;Woof Woof Woof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddie is my Freddie Dog&lt;br /&gt;Woof Woof Woof&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-6878734169405791382?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/6878734169405791382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=6878734169405791382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/6878734169405791382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/6878734169405791382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2007/03/poem-by-addison.html' title='A Poem by Addison'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-6452306334190837844</id><published>2007-03-05T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T09:30:27.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigs and Purim</title><content type='html'>We were happy to attend Purim services on Saturday evening.  Our Synagogue did a great re-telling of the Purim story, and we were very excited to shake our groggers when they mentioned Hamen (booo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a conversation Addie and Mommy had while trying to leave the house for services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison: Can I bring my piggy?  (he is a new favorite stuffed animal)&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: (frustated, and trying to get out the door)  No, you can't bring a pig to synagogue, he's not kosher.&lt;br /&gt;Addison: Yeah, but he's not dead yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-6452306334190837844?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/6452306334190837844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=6452306334190837844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/6452306334190837844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/6452306334190837844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2007/03/pigs-and-purim.html' title='Pigs and Purim'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-365712653617500814</id><published>2007-02-23T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:17:41.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/Rd7uGsMb3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LAaqtK5xlL4/s1600-h/CIMG0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/Rd7uGsMb3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LAaqtK5xlL4/s320/CIMG0917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034723232156737122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I turn 6 today, but I told my mommy its kind of like being five.  But I'm excited to have my birthday.  We are having cupcakes at school, and I got a big button that says happy birthday.  My sisters gave me fur real friends.  A pig named Wilbur and a sheep named Tessie.  I already have a little chimp.  I named that one Hilda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I hope I go to Chuck E. Cheese today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-365712653617500814?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/365712653617500814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=365712653617500814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/365712653617500814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/365712653617500814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday!'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/Rd7uGsMb3mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LAaqtK5xlL4/s72-c/CIMG0917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-3361313149161011478</id><published>2007-01-10T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T17:09:03.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese baby, Santa and Chuck E. Cheese Tokens</title><content type='html'>I put a token in my stocking. Santa did it. I felt really proud of myself. Because I was a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept so much Lia came out of Aunt Wendi's belly :). That was totally wierd. I was so happy. It was a Chinese baby that came out of her real mommy's belly in China. China is far far away. And people don't talk like in our language. She should take her to a Chinese restaurant so she can know what Chinese things are like. If you have a Chinese baby that you adopted, you must care and love your baby, just like if it came out of your belly. It's hard to believe that so many people had girls instead of boys. Sometimes you're happy, sometimes you're sad. Whether or not you don't have to have one or you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moms get kind of sad, they cry, because they miss their babies. They never see them grown up they only see them when they come out of the moms belly. That's the only day. You must not let your baby have candy. They will choke and get very sick. It's hard to be a mother, when you have a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-3361313149161011478?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/3361313149161011478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=3361313149161011478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/3361313149161011478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/3361313149161011478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2007/01/chinese-baby-and-chuck-e-chesse-tokens.html' title='Chinese baby, Santa and Chuck E. Cheese Tokens'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-5713824108615481815</id><published>2007-01-09T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T12:51:39.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuck e cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy'/><title type='text'>My Future Husband</title><content type='html'>I went to Chuck E. Cheeses.  I liked the thing where you go up and up, you know the  the high thing,  and when you pedal it goes higher.  I went with Mommy and Megan.  The best part was eating together, and when we told Chuckie, "You're hot I want to marry you".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-5713824108615481815?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/5713824108615481815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=5713824108615481815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/5713824108615481815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/5713824108615481815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-future-husband.html' title='My Future Husband'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-7657421758663207874</id><published>2007-01-05T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T08:51:18.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Maddie</title><content type='html'>Mommy: Did you have a good time at Maddie's house?&lt;br /&gt;Addie: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Did you eat all your lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Addie: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: What did you eat?&lt;br /&gt;Addie: They made me eat a Gross Sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: What's a Gross Sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;Addie: It's the kind of sandwich made with cheese and pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-7657421758663207874?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/7657421758663207874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=7657421758663207874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/7657421758663207874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/7657421758663207874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2007/01/lunch-with-maddie.html' title='Lunch with Maddie'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-5124078396721203363</id><published>2007-01-01T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T20:20:21.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broadway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wicked'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>We saw Wicked on New Years Eve and I really loved it. Especially the part when the witch was a green baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my Auntie being funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bCbWvX6ja4k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bCbWvX6ja4k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-5124078396721203363?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/5124078396721203363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=5124078396721203363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/5124078396721203363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/5124078396721203363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-922437402429063792</id><published>2006-12-30T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T18:00:08.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question posed to Addison's Aunt Wendi and Addison's Daddy</title><content type='html'>1.  Raise your hand if you are adopting a baby from China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Raise your hand if you never had a baby in your belly.  And you are a woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-922437402429063792?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/922437402429063792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=922437402429063792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/922437402429063792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/922437402429063792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2006/12/question-posed-to-addisons-aunt-wendi.html' title='Question posed to Addison&apos;s Aunt Wendi and Addison&apos;s Daddy'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-3017954322298745939</id><published>2006-12-29T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T15:49:35.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Ramblings about Pinatas, Names and Farts (translated by Mommy)</title><content type='html'>Today I brok a pinata with Abigail.  With gross candy. well, the candy cane was good but the rest was gross.  So I shared the candy cane with Abigail. It was the sweet kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played one game.  Who is the teacher.  It's where someone doesn't know who is the teacher so they whisper to someone else who is the teacher.  So they whisper who it is, but it's a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Petrillos came over with their daughter Victoria, not Victoria Lopez, cause that would be wierd.  Wouldn't it be funny if we had two last names? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'r near someone  and you have to fart do a quiet one.  You pretend you're not going to by not trying to, and then it will be quiet and no one will hear it or smell it. because it's like a little fart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-3017954322298745939?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/3017954322298745939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=3017954322298745939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/3017954322298745939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/3017954322298745939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-ramblings-about-pinatas-names-and.html' title='Some Ramblings about Pinatas, Names and Farts (translated by Mommy)'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-4537946993508645603</id><published>2006-12-27T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T16:05:17.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing but the Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/86VQivE35TA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/86VQivE35TA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-4537946993508645603?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/4537946993508645603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=4537946993508645603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/4537946993508645603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/4537946993508645603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2006/12/nothing-but-tooth.html' title='Nothing but the Tooth'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38402138.post-116718522757153201</id><published>2006-12-26T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:35:03.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Time I Met Lia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/3624/1600/957685/Baby%20Stroller-470510.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/3624/1600/391879/Baby%20Stroller-470510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/3624/320/821729/Baby%2520Stroller-470510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I met Lia Rose she cried hard. She was cuter than a baby that was one years old. Shake your head Lia. She pee'd in her pants and her mommy changed her diaper.&lt;br /&gt;And then, her mom gave her a big present.  It was a big fluffy teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;And she smiled so much that she hugged her mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/3624/1600/613934/Baby%20Stroller-470510.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38402138-116718522757153201?l=storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/feeds/116718522757153201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38402138&amp;postID=116718522757153201' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/116718522757153201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38402138/posts/default/116718522757153201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesbyaddison.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-time-i-met-lia.html' title='The First Time I Met Lia'/><author><name>LC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ie8AG_cCKc8/SYZU9pr2tqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3ZlDYVeUbkE/S220/juggling_mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
