<?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-5743800074393850375</id><updated>2011-11-05T15:22:44.262-05:00</updated><category term='cursing'/><category term='yes'/><category term='talking'/><category term='Cool'/><category term='Grandma'/><category term='scared'/><category term='counting'/><category term='Chase'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='mom'/><category term='colors'/><category term='bunny'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='sick'/><category term='toddler'/><category term='toys'/><title type='text'>Chase Says the Darndest Things</title><subtitle type='html'>Chase, I'm starting this blog for you, b/c you are saying and doing so many new things everyday and I don't want to forget the "little" things that bring me so much joy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-1351012219857365938</id><published>2011-08-17T09:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:30:25.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mello Yello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; height: 224px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 660px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_cFSbRtg3U/TrSfbKPjkII/AAAAAAAAANc/Anwkc4noEB0/s1600/thumbnail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 166px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 251px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_cFSbRtg3U/TrSfbKPjkII/AAAAAAAAANc/Anwkc4noEB0/s200/thumbnail.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Daddy likes Mello Yello, so of course you do too. &lt;br /&gt;You're so funny when you ask for it, b/c you call it "Yellow Yellow"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-1351012219857365938?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1351012219857365938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2011/08/mello-yellow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1351012219857365938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1351012219857365938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2011/08/mello-yellow.html' title='Mello Yello'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_cFSbRtg3U/TrSfbKPjkII/AAAAAAAAANc/Anwkc4noEB0/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-4346259443026947543</id><published>2011-07-28T08:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T09:47:08.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Home</title><content type='html'>So we sold our&amp;nbsp;first home and&amp;nbsp;in the search for a new house, you definitely had your favorite. You called it the "hamster house", b/c it had LOTS of toys, most of them were&amp;nbsp;Zhu Zhu pets. We decided that we couldn't get this house b/c they wouldn't come down any on the price. When I tried to explain to you, that I would have to go to work more often and not get to spend as much time with you if we got this house, you said,&amp;nbsp;"ok, you go to work more".&amp;nbsp; Thanks son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally found the house that we wanted, it had a POOL! The only problem was the pool was green. The house was a foreclosure and it hadn't been kept up. You still continued to say you didn't want the house we picked out, you wanted the "hamster house". One day while we were sitting out back, looking at the pool, I was like Chase, you don't want this house with this big ol' pool. You were like, "no, I don't like this pool, I want a BLUE pool like that one". You were pointing at the neighbors pool that was nice and clean and pretty. I had to laugh and explain to you that our pool would look like that eventually. Now that the pool is blue and we can swim in it, you're alot happier with this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img _yuid="yui_3_1_1_3_131359065891972" alt="" class="yiv1291243944media" height="300" id="yiv1291243944fullSizedImage" src="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x215/neo_nurse/001-3.jpg?t=1303606234" style="height: 465px; visibility: visible; width: 620px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 24, 2011 our small town was devastated by a tornado. Our house (both houses actually, the one we were&amp;nbsp;selling and the one we were buying)&amp;nbsp;was ok, we could hear the tornado go by, but it spared us. Our city was another story. It was an F4 tornado that cut a wide path through the center of our city.&amp;nbsp; It will take years to rebuild what was lost. One night, after things had returned to somewhat normal, we were watching a special on tv about it. When a commercial came on, you told me that you wanted a house with a basement instead of one with a swimming pool. How sad is that. You're only 4 and you're so concerned by the chance of another tornado, that you would pick a basement over a pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Detail" height="236" id="main-img" src="http://www2.tbo.com/mgmedia/image/0/354/111276/aptopix-severe-weather-18569279jpg/" title="Cullman County Courthouse in downtown Cullman, Ala. after a tornado ..." width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Detail" height="184" id="main-img" src="http://www.vosizneias.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/dead371-725x334.jpg" title="downtown Cullman, Ala., Thursday, April 28, 2011. Dozens of tornadoes ..." width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Detail" height="266" id="main-img" src="http://cdn.theatlantic.com/static/infocus/storms042811/s_s08_27158354.jpg" title="building in downtown Cullman, Alabama, crumbles after a tornado ..." width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Detail" height="270" id="main-img" src="http://codeword.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/tornado6.jpg" title="Tornado Damage in Cullman, AL APRIL 2011" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your school. Thankfully you weren't there, b/c those were your classrooms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-4346259443026947543?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4346259443026947543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-new-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/4346259443026947543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/4346259443026947543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-new-home.html' title='Our New Home'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-1488599512718349010</id><published>2011-05-17T09:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T09:38:18.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigs-in-a-Blanket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5kfv93JqNU4/TkvSC2Cmj3I/AAAAAAAAANM/x8djP2NCOis/s1600/Pig-in-a-blanket_new.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5kfv93JqNU4/TkvSC2Cmj3I/AAAAAAAAANM/x8djP2NCOis/s200/Pig-in-a-blanket_new.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love pigs-in-a-blanket! The other night, I made some and you told me you wanted some of those "piggies-in-a-blankies". You're so silly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-1488599512718349010?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1488599512718349010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2011/05/pigs-in-blanket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1488599512718349010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1488599512718349010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2011/05/pigs-in-blanket.html' title='Pigs-in-a-Blanket'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5kfv93JqNU4/TkvSC2Cmj3I/AAAAAAAAANM/x8djP2NCOis/s72-c/Pig-in-a-blanket_new.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-7573090008681823833</id><published>2011-02-06T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T20:20:07.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW</title><content type='html'>It seems you've replaced "please" with "now" in your vocabulary. Hopefully you'll stop doing this soon, or I may have to strangle you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-7573090008681823833?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7573090008681823833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2011/02/now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/7573090008681823833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/7573090008681823833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2011/02/now.html' title='NOW'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-472826279418386570</id><published>2011-01-08T18:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:40:16.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moma's Little Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSpTcFAiVEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xN9h4TbA8eo/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSpTcFAiVEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xN9h4TbA8eo/s320/007.JPG" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You woke me up today to tell me that you spilled your yogurt in the floor. I asked you if Daddy cleaned it up, you said no, I said well it needs to be cleaned up. You ran into your room, came back out and gave me a thumbs up and said, "I clean it up, I lick it up". I said "you licked it up?" You just smiled and shook your head yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-472826279418386570?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/472826279418386570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2011/01/momas-little-helper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/472826279418386570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/472826279418386570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2011/01/momas-little-helper.html' title='Moma&apos;s Little Helper'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSpTcFAiVEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xN9h4TbA8eo/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-5526889490977588503</id><published>2011-01-06T18:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:41:49.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big A, little a</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When I picked you up at school today, you had a worksheet that you had done. You were supposed to circle all the "A" and "a". I looked at it and you had circled all kinds of letters. I asked you, "What letter did you learn about today?" You looked at me and very matter of factly said, "I don't follow directions". When Daddy got home later, he asked you if you were good at school today and you said "I don't follow directions". Apparently your teacher told you that you don't follow directions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Don't worry baby, most men don't follow directions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSpR4_Vc9oI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tKbYZ6Mu1DY/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSpR4_Vc9oI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tKbYZ6Mu1DY/s320/011.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-5526889490977588503?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5526889490977588503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2011/01/aa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/5526889490977588503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/5526889490977588503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2011/01/aa.html' title='Big A, little a'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSpR4_Vc9oI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tKbYZ6Mu1DY/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-2571617447899853866</id><published>2010-12-04T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:03:26.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Swimming Pool with a Divingboard in the Backyard..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TPrIjevKVGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rOeV5iD4Z5A/s1600/857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TPrIjevKVGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rOeV5iD4Z5A/s320/857.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When asked what you wanted Santa to bring you for Christmas, you said you wanted a "swimming pool with a divingboard in the back yard". I told you that wouldn't fit on Santa's sleigh, so you decided you wanted him to bring you a "big Toy Story&amp;nbsp;Taa-da Head". I think Santa may be able to handle that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-2571617447899853866?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2571617447899853866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/12/swimming-pool-with-divingboard-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2571617447899853866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2571617447899853866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/12/swimming-pool-with-divingboard-in.html' title='A Swimming Pool with a Divingboard in the Backyard..............'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TPrIjevKVGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rOeV5iD4Z5A/s72-c/857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-3989148437177121515</id><published>2010-10-16T02:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T20:32:24.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillow Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TLz05m9BC4I/AAAAAAAAALE/KpUquXqFivY/s1600/315355-MyPillowPetsMonkey5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="height: 167px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 321px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TLz05m9BC4I/AAAAAAAAALE/KpUquXqFivY/s320/315355-MyPillowPetsMonkey5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today you and Daddy were laying down together and you laid your head on Daddy's back and you said, "Daddy, you're my pillow pet." So sweet! I guess I'll have to get you one for your birthday now since you've been asking for one for the last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-3989148437177121515?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3989148437177121515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/10/pillow-pet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3989148437177121515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3989148437177121515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/10/pillow-pet.html' title='Pillow Pet'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TLz05m9BC4I/AAAAAAAAALE/KpUquXqFivY/s72-c/315355-MyPillowPetsMonkey5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-663774271653134256</id><published>2010-10-10T23:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:42:49.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favorite Phrase</title><content type='html'>"Heck No!" Need I say more? :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-663774271653134256?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/663774271653134256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-favorite-phrase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/663774271653134256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/663774271653134256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-favorite-phrase.html' title='New Favorite Phrase'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-4204677246430950400</id><published>2010-09-22T19:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T16:28:55.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TJqkbz-6qPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/h5cB-KCwueo/s1600/fun_birthday_cake_card-p137853911390053926tdtq_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519905091013486834" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TJqkbz-6qPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/h5cB-KCwueo/s200/fun_birthday_cake_card-p137853911390053926tdtq_400.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TJqkBobSbKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lnjyeb7Qxho/s1600/fun_birthday_cake_card-p137853911390053926tdtq_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At church when it's someone's birthday or anniversary, they stand up front and we sing either Happy Birthday or Happy Anniversary. The other day when we were singing Happy "Dirday", you were singing along (in your own little way) and then when we finished, you said "Where's da CAKE?!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-4204677246430950400?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4204677246430950400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/4204677246430950400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/4204677246430950400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TJqkbz-6qPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/h5cB-KCwueo/s72-c/fun_birthday_cake_card-p137853911390053926tdtq_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-3947912307977521480</id><published>2010-09-10T22:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T22:28:17.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mailman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TIr3M4QllpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ORoEgta3bDQ/s1600/mailman.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515492494301042322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TIr3M4QllpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ORoEgta3bDQ/s200/mailman.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought you something off of ebay the other day, you were very excited to get it. I kept having to remind you it would arrive in the mail in a few days. After you got it, you told me that the mailman got it for you. I tried explaining to you that I got it for you, the mailman just delivered it. I cannot change your mind, you're convinced that the mail man gets you gifts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-3947912307977521480?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3947912307977521480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/09/mailman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3947912307977521480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3947912307977521480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/09/mailman.html' title='The Mailman'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TIr3M4QllpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ORoEgta3bDQ/s72-c/mailman.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-9083872648663328921</id><published>2010-08-10T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T22:39:03.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain is a Good Thing</title><content type='html'>You got to see your first rainbow the other day. You were truly amazed by it. When we came back outside, you were wondering where it was. I explained to you, they only happen occassionally after it rains, when the light from the sun hits water droplets in the air just right. You were quiet a minute (this is very RARE) and then you busted out in song, "Rain's a Good Thang". I said what did you say? So again, you sang "Rain's a Good Thang". That really cracked me up! What's even funnier, now that you've thought about it and you hate that you can't go outside and play when it's raining, you sing "Rain's Not a Good Thang". Such a sense of humor you have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-9083872648663328921?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/9083872648663328921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/08/rain-is-good-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/9083872648663328921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/9083872648663328921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/08/rain-is-good-thing.html' title='Rain is a Good Thing'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-166431808763930825</id><published>2010-06-27T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T17:57:38.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Today while we were at the swimming pool, this is what you said to me: "My butt keeps blowing bubbles!" You're such a silly boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-166431808763930825?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/166431808763930825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/06/quote-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/166431808763930825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/166431808763930825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/06/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-3917476415432561147</id><published>2010-05-16T14:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T00:30:16.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ni Hao Kai-lan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S_BLBz0Jx6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/RNtcO4TGYPY/s1600/nihao-kailan_860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471956041716058018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S_BLBz0Jx6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/RNtcO4TGYPY/s200/nihao-kailan_860.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You speak Chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of your new favorite shows is Ni Hao Kai-lan (Ni Hao means hello in Chinese and Kai-lan is the main character's name). The other day, we were at the bookstore and you were looking at a book and you kept pointing and saying, "Komo! Komo!" I looked down and sure enough, there was a picture of a dinosaur (komo means dinosaur in Chinese)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-3917476415432561147?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3917476415432561147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/05/ni-hao-kai-lan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3917476415432561147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3917476415432561147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/05/ni-hao-kai-lan.html' title='Ni Hao Kai-lan!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S_BLBz0Jx6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/RNtcO4TGYPY/s72-c/nihao-kailan_860.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-798907090111422458</id><published>2010-05-07T16:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:07:54.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want to be when you grow up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S_BCYGPEEYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/reeyJyZ9laM/s1600/2115138104_221f1936fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471946529013240194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S_BCYGPEEYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/reeyJyZ9laM/s200/2115138104_221f1936fd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your teacher asked you if you were going to be a Police Officer when you grew up, you said, "no, it too dangerous". Instead you told her you were going to be Batman and get the bad guys! Another kid in your class told you there were bad guys at his house and you told him, "it ok, I be Batman and come to you house and get the bad guys for you". Such the imagination!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-798907090111422458?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/798907090111422458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-do-you-want-to-be-when-you-grow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/798907090111422458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/798907090111422458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-do-you-want-to-be-when-you-grow-up.html' title='What do you want to be when you grow up?'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S_BCYGPEEYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/reeyJyZ9laM/s72-c/2115138104_221f1936fd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-6923316606192303003</id><published>2010-05-06T14:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:46:14.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother's Day Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S_BFBKQB2WI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-S7QMsOkWsc/s1600/0061526600264_215X215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471949433488922978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S_BFBKQB2WI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-S7QMsOkWsc/s200/0061526600264_215X215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As Mother's Day approached, I was trying to find out what Daddy was getting me, so I asked you what you were getting me for Mother's Day. You told me, "a small baby two wheeler" (you were talking about the battery operated, ride on four wheelers for kids smaller than you). I said, "really, for me?" You told me, "no Moma for you small babies at work". How much sweeter can you get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-6923316606192303003?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6923316606192303003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mothers-day-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/6923316606192303003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/6923316606192303003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mothers-day-gift.html' title='My Mother&apos;s Day Gift'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S_BFBKQB2WI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-S7QMsOkWsc/s72-c/0061526600264_215X215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-3719708655658474276</id><published>2010-04-25T18:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:22:08.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S_Mg9Oo8-_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/s8m6AVU4Pho/s1600/nosp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472754208459258866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S_Mg9Oo8-_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/s8m6AVU4Pho/s200/nosp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we were flipping through the channels and we came across Sponge Bob. I told you I didn't want you watch it. When you asked me why, I told you it was b/c Sponge Bob's a bad boy. You said, "well, he needs uh go uh timeout". LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-3719708655658474276?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3719708655658474276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3719708655658474276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3719708655658474276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-out.html' title='Time Out!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S_Mg9Oo8-_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/s8m6AVU4Pho/s72-c/nosp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-7657908123422939578</id><published>2010-04-22T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:56:36.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding on the Big Boat to Messyco!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S_BHzSJ-xFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/brmmZQEeefI/s1600/287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471952493627753554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S_BHzSJ-xFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/brmmZQEeefI/s200/287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all just went on our very first cruise and our very first time to another country. We had told you about what we were doing and you were very excited! Everytime we would look off the back of the "big boat" as you called it, you would ask, "is the big boat goin' uh Messyco?" I would tell you yeah, we're going toward Mexico. After we left Mexico, we were again looking off the back of the boat and you asked, "are we goin' uh Messyco?" I had to tell you, "no, the big boat is taking us back home now". You said, "NO! I want the big boat to turn 'round and go back uh Messyco". You were so sad! I have to agree with you though, we didn't get to spend enough time in Mexico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-7657908123422939578?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7657908123422939578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/04/riding-on-big-boat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/7657908123422939578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/7657908123422939578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/04/riding-on-big-boat.html' title='Riding on the Big Boat to Messyco!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S_BHzSJ-xFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/brmmZQEeefI/s72-c/287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-7221939693232436654</id><published>2010-02-17T16:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:20:41.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosey Rosey!</title><content type='html'>Lately, more and more I hear. "What's you talkin' 'bout?" or "What's you doin' in dere?" If you hear me and Daddy talking about something, you will come out of your room and say "What's you talk' 'bout?" If I'm in another room such as the bathroom, you'll stand at the door and say "What's you doin' in dere?" You're certainly turning into a little Nosey Rosey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-7221939693232436654?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7221939693232436654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/02/nosey-rosey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/7221939693232436654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/7221939693232436654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2010/02/nosey-rosey.html' title='Nosey Rosey!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-8752967752520141972</id><published>2009-12-23T22:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:41:28.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Prize"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S2JmtlJv2mI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6pJvY3h47Eg/s1600-h/!Bew%2B0Iw!mk~%24(KGrHqIH-DwErfO5mM(ZBK-kYU7STQ~~_35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432017033815382626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S2JmtlJv2mI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6pJvY3h47Eg/s200/!Bew%2B0Iw!mk~%24(KGrHqIH-DwErfO5mM(ZBK-kYU7STQ~~_35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S2Jmha5LHCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/LCIB-Xq7ECg/s1600-h/!Bew%2B0Iw!mk~%24(KGrHqIH-DwErfO5mM(ZBK-kYU7STQ~~_35.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You crack me up kid! I think I've told this story to everyone:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out grocery shopping today and when I got back, Daddy had wrapped one of my Christmas presents and put it under the tree. When I came and sat down, you came up to me, with your hands behind your back and brought them out to show me a small box and you said "a prize" (surprise), after this, our conversation went as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moma: "You got me a present?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase: "Des" (Yes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moma: "What is it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase: "A watch for you (your) arm" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moma: "Really!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase: "Des" (Yes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moma: "What color is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase: "Princess Pink"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S2JmBTPv3NI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AGn4yxfRBcw/s1600-h/!Bew%2B0Iw!mk~%24(KGrHqIH-DwErfO5mM(ZBK-kYU7STQ~~_35.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S2JmBTPv3NI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AGn4yxfRBcw/s1600-h/!Bew%2B0Iw!mk~%24(KGrHqIH-DwErfO5mM(ZBK-kYU7STQ~~_35.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-8752967752520141972?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8752967752520141972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/prize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/8752967752520141972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/8752967752520141972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/prize.html' title='&quot;A Prize&quot;'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/S2JmtlJv2mI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6pJvY3h47Eg/s72-c/!Bew%2B0Iw!mk~%24(KGrHqIH-DwErfO5mM(ZBK-kYU7STQ~~_35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-1855658594706542519</id><published>2009-12-15T23:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:18:17.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase and the big "Part"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Syh7XdkATgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Gqc5AXS-7yg/s1600-h/nofarting.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415714194915872258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Syh7XdkATgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Gqc5AXS-7yg/s400/nofarting.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've made a couple "fiends" at preschool. Their names are Jake and Ace. Daddy works with Jake's Daddy and I went to school with Ace's Daddy. Anyway, I'm afraid after yesterday's event, you may only have one "fiend" left. On the way home from preschool, our conversation went as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "What did you do at school today Chase?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You: " I parted on Ace!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I'm translating Chasese to English, knowing that the letter "P" is often used in place of the letter "F" and I said "What did you say?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You: "I parted on Ace, I stink!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I going to do with you?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-1855658594706542519?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1855658594706542519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/chase-and-big-part.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1855658594706542519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1855658594706542519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/chase-and-big-part.html' title='Chase and the big &quot;Part&quot;'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Syh7XdkATgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Gqc5AXS-7yg/s72-c/nofarting.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-3147615531868127517</id><published>2009-11-28T22:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:21:01.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SxXqssgu9rI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UWH4XlS7XBs/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410488580939118258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SxXqssgu9rI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UWH4XlS7XBs/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I was putting up the Christmas tree in our livingroom and you fell asleep while I was doing it. You must have forgotten about it, b/c the next morning when you got up, you went in the livingroom and ran back to the bathroom, where I was and was all amazed and bright eyed and said "Moma, deres a bi Kissmiss tree in dere!" (Moma, there's a big Christmas tree in there). I love the excitement in your voice and on your face when you discover new things! I can just imagine what it's going to be like the morning Santa leaves you presents under that "Kissmiss Tree"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-3147615531868127517?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3147615531868127517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-tree.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3147615531868127517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3147615531868127517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas Tree!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SxXqssgu9rI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UWH4XlS7XBs/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-7698288611746746993</id><published>2009-11-14T22:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T20:30:54.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>$7</title><content type='html'>For some reason, me and your Dad can't figure out, you have an obssession with "se-win dollars" (seven dollars). It started while we were in Disney World. I guess we told you something was $7 and it just stuck with you. Now, anytime we ask you how much something costs, you say "se-win dollars". You are forever telling me that you like this truck or that truck that we see in the parking lot. Now you say, "see dat truck, it se-win dollars, I have it?" (see that truck , it's $7, can I have it?) Never a dull moment with you buddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-7698288611746746993?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7698288611746746993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/7698288611746746993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/7698288611746746993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/7.html' title='$7'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-1590285509847536929</id><published>2009-11-09T01:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T02:03:09.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Girlfriend"</title><content type='html'>Lately you've been coming home from school talking about your "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gurlpend&lt;/span&gt;" (girlfriend). When we went up to your school for a Harvest Carnival, you kept pointing at girls saying, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dats&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gurlpend&lt;/span&gt;".  Then last night when we went to Burger King, you saw a group of girls come in that were about Jr. High age and they were wearing uniforms, like volley ball uniforms or something. Well, you pointed to the group of girls and said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dats&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gurlpend&lt;/span&gt;".  Then when they sat down, they started smiling at you and you started smiling back and hiding your face and you had to show them all the stuff on the table, "my chicken, my apple, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;piet&lt;/span&gt; (Sprite), my toy, etc". It was so cute to see you flirting with them. I guess I'm in for it when you get older!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-1590285509847536929?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1590285509847536929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1590285509847536929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1590285509847536929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-girlfriend.html' title='&quot;My Girlfriend&quot;'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-6483067199529564376</id><published>2009-11-04T05:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:40:07.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Spider!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SvFoEO3uXPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6-DKh9lRhPI/s1600-h/apple+cider.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400211850114522354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SvFoEO3uXPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6-DKh9lRhPI/s200/apple+cider.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we bought some apple cider at Wal-Mart and of course you started in with your usual, "What dat?" I told you apple cider and you said, "oh, apple spider". I can't get you to say it right, you're still calling it "apple spider". So CUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-6483067199529564376?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6483067199529564376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/apple-spider.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/6483067199529564376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/6483067199529564376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/apple-spider.html' title='Apple Spider!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SvFoEO3uXPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6-DKh9lRhPI/s72-c/apple+cider.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-5120292977421765271</id><published>2009-10-31T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:33:15.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moma's a BIG Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SvFmIgBmZJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/EbdYCVBi588/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400209724415566994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SvFmIgBmZJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/EbdYCVBi588/s200/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight when we were at a church Trunk or Treating, I took you to use the potty, I had to go too and when I finished, you clapped for me and said "Moma, you a BIG boy! You pee pee in da potty!" I'm just so thankful that we were the only ones in the bathroom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-5120292977421765271?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5120292977421765271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/momas-big-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/5120292977421765271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/5120292977421765271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/momas-big-boy.html' title='Moma&apos;s a BIG Boy!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SvFmIgBmZJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/EbdYCVBi588/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-1586419313727180518</id><published>2009-10-26T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:43:59.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU!</title><content type='html'>You (finally) just said the sweetest words in the world to me! "I Wu You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Moma&lt;/span&gt;, I Wu You". I've told you that over and over every day of your life! Now, I finally got to hear those sweet words from you! I LOVE YOU too baby and always will with all my heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-1586419313727180518?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1586419313727180518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1586419313727180518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1586419313727180518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-you.html' title='I LOVE YOU!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-6069622474272439790</id><published>2009-10-26T05:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:26:38.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go to Work!</title><content type='html'>Lately, when I won't let you do something that you want to you point and me and say "Moma, you go a wook, I do this" (Moma you go to work, so I can do this). Makes me wonder what kind of stuff that you get away with while I'm at work. It kind of hurts my feelings too that you want me to leave and go to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-6069622474272439790?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6069622474272439790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-to-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/6069622474272439790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/6069622474272439790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-to-work.html' title='Go to Work!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-1849191693008488642</id><published>2009-10-22T21:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:57:39.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Privacy Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SuZhAyb0V9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/2ecqtlmUlpE/s1600-h/keepout.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397107869616461778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SuZhAyb0V9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/2ecqtlmUlpE/s200/keepout.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have finally started pooping in the potty and I must say, you are almost as proud of yourself as we are! You are so funny, when you're sitting on the potty and I go to check on you, b/c you say, "YOU, in dere" while pointing to the livingroom. I guess you need your privacy to do your business.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SuZhTfGvIwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/d6zc_NkJcDI/s1600-h/c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-1849191693008488642?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1849191693008488642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/privacy-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1849191693008488642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1849191693008488642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/privacy-please.html' title='Privacy Please!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SuZhAyb0V9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/2ecqtlmUlpE/s72-c/keepout.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-3047291484122950450</id><published>2009-10-09T13:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:51:06.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Ss-FcK-J5SI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xi5BZsPwD6I/s1600-h/101a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390673998013654306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Ss-FcK-J5SI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xi5BZsPwD6I/s200/101a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately any time I say something is pretty, you say "yeah, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt; too, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Moma's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt; baby". Love it! You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; take after your Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-3047291484122950450?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3047291484122950450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/pretty-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3047291484122950450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3047291484122950450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/pretty-baby.html' title='Pretty Baby!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Ss-FcK-J5SI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xi5BZsPwD6I/s72-c/101a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-8618777697298712571</id><published>2009-09-28T17:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:50:40.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shapes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Ss-E6Tu1X2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/7m1gC6R03ic/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390673416249761634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Ss-E6Tu1X2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/7m1gC6R03ic/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Daddy brought you home from school today, you had a sheet of paper with shapes on it and Daddy said "where's the circle?" and you pointed to it, Daddy asked "where's the triangle?" and you pointed to it, then Daddy asked "where's the retangle?" and you pointed to the square and said "dat's da quare". WOW! I'm so proud of you. I'm just shocked at how easily you learn stuff! You're so smart! Then you ripped the square off and I had to tape it back, but that's another story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-8618777697298712571?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8618777697298712571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/shapes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/8618777697298712571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/8618777697298712571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/shapes.html' title='Shapes'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Ss-E6Tu1X2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/7m1gC6R03ic/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-2563282590690403342</id><published>2009-09-11T11:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:02:52.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AH-CHOO!</title><content type='html'>Lately, you've been walking around, saying AH-SHOOO......AH-SHOOO.....AH-SHOOO, louder and louder and louder like you're sneezing. I'm not sure if you're doing it for attention or what, but it's pretty funny!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380256080159090658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SqqCZiqEp-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/E385MqTsbUw/s400/ahchoo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-2563282590690403342?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2563282590690403342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/ah-choo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2563282590690403342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2563282590690403342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/ah-choo.html' title='AH-CHOO!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SqqCZiqEp-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/E385MqTsbUw/s72-c/ahchoo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-8219720743858564825</id><published>2009-09-01T16:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:28:51.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Wal-Mart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sp2R5U92BuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bqd9syz7Pzk/s1600-h/92184611_c359e01148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376613944216913634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sp2R5U92BuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bqd9syz7Pzk/s400/92184611_c359e01148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day when we were in Wal-Mart, we were going through your favorite department and you saw the barbies. You said "what dat?" I told you, it's a barbie, aren't they pretty, you said "NO! Moma pity!" Talk about melt my heart! You're becoming quite the little man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we were buying coffee and we were getting the kind with caffiene in it, so it was red and you had a fit b/c you wanted to buy the "geen" (green) kind. Obviously your favorite color is green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-8219720743858564825?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8219720743858564825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventures-in-wal-mart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/8219720743858564825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/8219720743858564825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventures-in-wal-mart.html' title='Adventures in Wal-Mart'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sp2R5U92BuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bqd9syz7Pzk/s72-c/92184611_c359e01148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-4600278938713569205</id><published>2009-08-15T16:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:34:45.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MONSTERS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sp2TUY-IVZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/J6nPKWk_r_g/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376615508659950994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 57px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sp2TUY-IVZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/J6nPKWk_r_g/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately, you've become obsessed with "stisters" (monsters). There are "stisters" in your room, "stisters" at school, "stisters" in Moma's room, "stisters" in the kitchen, you name it, there's a "stister" there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-4600278938713569205?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4600278938713569205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/monsters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/4600278938713569205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/4600278938713569205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/monsters.html' title='MONSTERS!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sp2TUY-IVZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/J6nPKWk_r_g/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-8035876079542244646</id><published>2009-08-06T04:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T20:34:07.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SnqhxK9PdHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tCi_zr454bg/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366779772092249202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SnqhxK9PdHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tCi_zr454bg/s320/005.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day when we were at the "swimney poo", you were waiting in line to jump off the diving board and the little girl behind you said "are you 3?" I started to think that you wouldn't understand what she was talking about, but before I could finish that thought, you said, "no, I 2". It was the cutest thing I've ever heard, hearing you have a little conversation with another child. It turns out she was 4 and was amazed that you were not scared to jump off the diving board!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-8035876079542244646?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8035876079542244646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/8035876079542244646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/8035876079542244646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-2.html' title='I&apos;m 2!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SnqhxK9PdHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tCi_zr454bg/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-3924493793220489783</id><published>2009-07-21T16:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T04:16:23.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonald's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SnqfS9AbvfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/I8Ertpc-ppo/s1600-h/331389154_8101dff86c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366777053928209906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SnqfS9AbvfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/I8Ertpc-ppo/s200/331389154_8101dff86c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few months, you have survived on nothing but Chicken Nuggets from McDonald's. You have graduated from the 4 piece to the 6 piece McNuggets recently. I love it b/c everytime you see the McDonald's sign you say "Uhdonna's, Uhdonna's!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-3924493793220489783?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3924493793220489783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/mcdonalds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3924493793220489783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3924493793220489783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/mcdonalds.html' title='McDonald&apos;s'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SnqfS9AbvfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/I8Ertpc-ppo/s72-c/331389154_8101dff86c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-3949857972420958961</id><published>2009-07-15T19:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:11:26.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shark!</title><content type='html'>Today when we were at the swimming pool (the "swimney poo" as you say), I told you that you swim like a fish! You said, "no, I shark,roar, Moma fish". 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When we were in the exam room you said "where Doctor". I said he's in another room seeing someone else. You pointed to yourself and said, "I Doctor". I said really, are you a baby doctor? You said "no". I said are you a Grandma Doctor? You said "Des".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-4517256899261753001?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4517256899261753001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/doctor-duncan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/4517256899261753001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/4517256899261753001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/doctor-duncan.html' title='Doctor Duncan'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-4544999884145545939</id><published>2009-06-26T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:30:48.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeseburger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SkUhx08qbJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/AeN9P_E8h3Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351720872110091410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SkUhx08qbJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/AeN9P_E8h3Y/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've been saying cheeseburder (cheeseburger) for a little while now. Even though you've never had one, b/c you are allergic to cheese. Well, today, Daddy went out and got us something to eat and he brought you back some french fries and you looked at him and said "where my cheeseburder?" (where's my cheeseburger?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-4544999884145545939?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4544999884145545939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/cheeseburger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/4544999884145545939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/4544999884145545939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/cheeseburger.html' title='Cheeseburger!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SkUhx08qbJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/AeN9P_E8h3Y/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-9169338166498321571</id><published>2009-06-25T16:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:35:57.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowl Cut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SkUjFsBZdNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5f4zrXn92yE/s1600-h/0624091343_01-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351722312823043282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SkUjFsBZdNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5f4zrXn92yE/s200/0624091343_01-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x215/neo_nurse/0624091343_01-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took you yesterday to get your second hair cut ever. I told you that we were going to get you a bowl cut like Daddy had when I met him:-) I would ask you if you wanted a hair cut, and you would say "des, bow tut" (yes, bowl cut). Well, while we were waiting you kept sitting up in the chair and saying "bow tut" (bowl cut). When we finally got to get your hair cut the lady said that a bowl cut would be ugly and said you wouldn't be still enough and it would be crooked. So, we went with just a sweet little boy cut. As you can see, you weren't very happy about having it done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-9169338166498321571?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/9169338166498321571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/bowl-cut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/9169338166498321571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/9169338166498321571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/bowl-cut.html' title='Bowl Cut!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SkUjFsBZdNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5f4zrXn92yE/s72-c/0624091343_01-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-9086452487358048111</id><published>2009-06-14T01:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:23:26.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SjSXPNadzfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/f1CkRCfaFus/s1600-h/2426437176_bc2f2d0533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347064945150119410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SjSXPNadzfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/f1CkRCfaFus/s200/2426437176_bc2f2d0533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, while we were out driving, we passed Captain D's (which happens to be where your Nana works) and you pointed at it and said "Dat es Nana's ouse!" (That is Nana's house). It was so cute b/c you thought b/c we go there and see her all the time that it is her house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-9086452487358048111?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/9086452487358048111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/nanas-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/9086452487358048111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/9086452487358048111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/nanas-house.html' title='Nana&apos;s House'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SjSXPNadzfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/f1CkRCfaFus/s72-c/2426437176_bc2f2d0533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-3181723860638921797</id><published>2009-06-06T17:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:11:04.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Conversations with a 2 Year-Old......</title><content type='html'>You were taking a bath today and you came to me and this is how our conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chase:&lt;/strong&gt;"Batub yeyo" (Bathtub yellow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moma:&lt;/strong&gt; "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chase: &lt;/strong&gt;"Batub yeyo" (Bathtub yellow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moma: &lt;/strong&gt;"The bathtub's yellow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chase: &lt;/strong&gt;"Des" (Yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moma: &lt;/strong&gt;"Did you pee in it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chase: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are very excited, with your eyes wide open and nodding your head.....  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Des!" (Yes!)&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/5743800074393850375-3181723860638921797?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3181723860638921797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-conversations-with-2-year-old.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3181723860638921797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3181723860638921797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-conversations-with-2-year-old.html' title='More Conversations with a 2 Year-Old......'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-4052364365917523582</id><published>2009-06-05T00:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:00:01.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sii0E9fchII/AAAAAAAAAGE/4Tm_cUeoeDc/s1600-h/Aquatic+Center+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343718955194025090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sii0E9fchII/AAAAAAAAAGE/4Tm_cUeoeDc/s200/Aquatic+Center+079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Siiz6b0fCDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UR8wqP0kMRA/s1600-h/Aquatic+Center+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343718774356772914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Siiz6b0fCDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UR8wqP0kMRA/s200/Aquatic+Center+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You had alot of fun swimming yesterday. You were so cute b/c instead of saying swimming, you kept saying "swimmy". You said that you were wearing your "swimmy shorts", you kept calling it the "swimmy pool". You also kept laying in the really shallow water and moving your arms and your legs and saying "I swimmy, I swimmy". You were so excited and had a ton of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-4052364365917523582?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4052364365917523582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/swimming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/4052364365917523582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/4052364365917523582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sii0E9fchII/AAAAAAAAAGE/4Tm_cUeoeDc/s72-c/Aquatic+Center+079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-8616270083610347679</id><published>2009-05-31T22:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:38:42.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Dalton and Uncle Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SiNLLQR6aGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DAgH9KmUzTY/s1600-h/img040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342196239712282722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SiNLLQR6aGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DAgH9KmUzTY/s200/img040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You love to visit your Nana, Paw Paw, and 2 Uncles, Dalton and Hunter. Until yesterday, I had never heard you say Dalton. Almost every day we have to go through the routine of you saying, "where's Na Na, where's Paw Paw and where's Hunner" (Hunter). Sometimes, "where's Cylas" (one of your cousins). For a while you called Dalton and Hunter both "Hunner" (Hunter), I guess b/c you couldn't say Dalton. Well, Dalton stayed the night at our house last night and you've been calling him "Dun Dun". It's so cute, I've even started calling him that sometimes too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-8616270083610347679?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8616270083610347679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/uncle-dalton-and-uncle-hunter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/8616270083610347679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/8616270083610347679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/uncle-dalton-and-uncle-hunter.html' title='Uncle Dalton and Uncle Hunter'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SiNLLQR6aGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DAgH9KmUzTY/s72-c/img040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-5865255217338622410</id><published>2009-05-24T21:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:03:23.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with a 2 Year-Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/ShpIbLeeSzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UAOgPs6JSEc/s1600-h/nosprite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339659939975416626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/ShpIbLeeSzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UAOgPs6JSEc/s200/nosprite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chase&lt;/strong&gt;-"Moe Pite?" (More Sprite?) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;before I can say no, you say&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Des! (Yes!)" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as you are saying this your eyes are wide open and you are excitedly nodding your head yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moma&lt;/strong&gt;-"No, you can have juice or milk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chase&lt;/strong&gt;-"Pite!" (Sprite!) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as you say this, you are jumping up and down stomping your feet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moma&lt;/strong&gt;-"Juice or Milk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chase&lt;/strong&gt;-"Pite Peeeeeez" (Sprite Please) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now you're making a puppy dog face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moma&lt;/strong&gt;-"No!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;about a minute goes by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chase&lt;/strong&gt;-"Chase Juice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moma&lt;/strong&gt;-"Do you want Juice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chase&lt;/strong&gt;-"Des" (Yes) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eyes wide open nodding your head excitedly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I go to the fridge and get you some juice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chase&lt;/strong&gt;-"Tanks" (Thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moma&lt;/strong&gt;-"You're Welcome"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chase&lt;/strong&gt;-"Tank Ew Moma" (Thank you Moma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moma&lt;/strong&gt;-"You're Welcome Chase"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's All Worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-5865255217338622410?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5865255217338622410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/conversations-with-2-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/5865255217338622410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/5865255217338622410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/conversations-with-2-year-old.html' title='Conversations with a 2 Year-Old'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/ShpIbLeeSzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UAOgPs6JSEc/s72-c/nosprite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-2665671134392259498</id><published>2009-05-22T16:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:12:34.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YELLOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/ShcdRxkxnlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lBCva3GOhm8/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338768074473578066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/ShcdRxkxnlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lBCva3GOhm8/s400/018.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 350px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! You can say yellow! You've known most of your colors for a few months now. But you never would say yellow, b/c you thought you couldn't say it, you always called it boo (blue). I new you could say it, b/c you can say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jejo&lt;/span&gt; (jello). Anyway, today we went to Lowe's to look at some stuff and you were VERY GOOD! That's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rarity&lt;/span&gt; these days. I told you b/c you were good, you could pick out a toy at the grocery store. Well you picked out a pack of 3 big trucks for $1. I asked you to tell me what color they were, and you said re (red), boo (blue) an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yeyo&lt;/span&gt; (yellow)! I almost teared up there in Warehouse Grocery. I have been trying and trying for months to get you to say that word! I'm so proud of you for being so smart and saying so many things. You know your colors and you're only two! That's a BIG deal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-2665671134392259498?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2665671134392259498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/yellow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2665671134392259498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2665671134392259498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/yellow.html' title='YELLOW!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/ShcdRxkxnlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lBCva3GOhm8/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-219883591905481690</id><published>2009-05-19T17:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:09:27.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chase'/><title type='text'>CHAAAAAAAAASE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/ShM8ECzA9WI/AAAAAAAAAFA/u2Y18jtUuO0/s1600-h/MarchofDimes+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337676023532156258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/ShM8ECzA9WI/AAAAAAAAAFA/u2Y18jtUuO0/s400/MarchofDimes+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/ShM69yscnYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Drq6aoudn1c/s1600-h/MarchofDimes+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately, everytime you do something that you know is wrong, you go CHAAAAAAASE! I guess that I've said that one too many times. I always know I better go check on you if I hear that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-219883591905481690?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/219883591905481690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/chaaaaaaaaase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/219883591905481690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/219883591905481690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/chaaaaaaaaase.html' title='CHAAAAAAAAASE!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/ShM8ECzA9WI/AAAAAAAAAFA/u2Y18jtUuO0/s72-c/MarchofDimes+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-2883563215085532697</id><published>2009-05-12T23:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:27:39.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><title type='text'>That Bunny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sgpn9qHAROI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gLf8jqPi5xQ/s1600-h/81a75043a791a762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335191017547121890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sgpn9qHAROI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gLf8jqPi5xQ/s320/81a75043a791a762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Easter Bunny must have really made an impression on you, b/c you are still talking about it a month later. A few days ago, when we pulled into the shopping center where we saw the Easter Bunny at Easter, you looked around and said, "where dat bunny doe?" (where did that bunny go?). Then tonight you said "I steered" (I'm scared). You've been saying this alot lately, I think just to get attention. Well I said "why are you scared" and your reply was "da bunny"! There is not a bunny anywhere around, so I don't know why you're saying you're scared of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-2883563215085532697?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2883563215085532697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-bunny.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2883563215085532697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2883563215085532697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-bunny.html' title='That Bunny!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sgpn9qHAROI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gLf8jqPi5xQ/s72-c/81a75043a791a762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-4262267197685959153</id><published>2009-05-12T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:10:49.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colors'/><title type='text'>Green Light! Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sgpjxoej4EI/AAAAAAAAAEg/B8bf5uwyZ2o/s1600-h/400428874_e087aa720d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335186412904112194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sgpjxoej4EI/AAAAAAAAAEg/B8bf5uwyZ2o/s320/400428874_e087aa720d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We heard your newest phrase tonight while driving down the road. First I want to say that we've been working on your colors and I think you are doing really good! You know most of your colors, even though you try to call everything blue to begin with, but with some prompting you usually name the correct color. Yellow is hard for you to say, so you always call it blue, but I know you know the difference, b/c when I ask you to point to something yellow, you always get it right. Pretty good for a 2 year-old if I must say so myself. Anyway, tonight we were driving down the road and went under a traffic light and you said "gween light, doe" (green light, go). My only guess is that you learned it on Caillou, your favorite show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-4262267197685959153?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4262267197685959153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/green-light-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/4262267197685959153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/4262267197685959153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/green-light-go.html' title='Green Light! Go!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sgpjxoej4EI/AAAAAAAAAEg/B8bf5uwyZ2o/s72-c/400428874_e087aa720d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-2625076868773587793</id><published>2009-05-11T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:57:20.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up Dog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SgpvKmqX8KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eoxstQiAM_s/s1600-h/wud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335198936541425826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SgpvKmqX8KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eoxstQiAM_s/s400/wud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's another phrase that you learned from Daddy. Today when he woke up and saw you, he said "Hey Chase!" and you said "up dawg" (what's up dog). Daddy's been saying that to you alot lately and it looks like you've finally caught on. What is happening to my sweet, little, innocent, baby boy?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-2625076868773587793?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2625076868773587793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-up-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2625076868773587793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2625076868773587793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-up-dog.html' title='What&apos;s Up Dog?'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SgpvKmqX8KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eoxstQiAM_s/s72-c/wud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-6806128008060126442</id><published>2009-04-29T23:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:56:15.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Moma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SfkvZVuowFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/T7mKqOgYho4/s1600-h/3182723832_f5f1afe81a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330343746345680978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SfkvZVuowFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/T7mKqOgYho4/s320/3182723832_f5f1afe81a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear ook Moma (look Moma) at least 100 times a day! You say it so much to me during the day that when Daddy gets home, you start telling him ook Moma, ook Moma and then you correct yourself and say ook Daddy! Some days I think you are going to drive me crazy, but it's all worth it in the end, like tonight when you looked up at me before going to sleep and said what sounded like thank you, or it could have been love you. Either way, it was the sweetest thing I had ever heard! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-6806128008060126442?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6806128008060126442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-moma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/6806128008060126442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/6806128008060126442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-moma.html' title='Look Moma!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SfkvZVuowFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/T7mKqOgYho4/s72-c/3182723832_f5f1afe81a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-225231173364719323</id><published>2009-04-29T16:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:58:01.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool'/><title type='text'>That's Nice! Cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x215/neo_nurse/cool.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x215/neo_nurse/cool.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x215/neo_nurse/cool.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x215/neo_nurse/cool.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy has taught you some interesting new phrases. Now whenever you get a new car or something that you like, you either say Dat's Nice or Coo (That's Nice or Cool). You are definetly becoming a little "mini me". You try to do every thing your Daddy does and be just like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-225231173364719323?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/225231173364719323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/thats-nice-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/225231173364719323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/225231173364719323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/thats-nice-cool.html' title='That&apos;s Nice! Cool!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-2227839166648607721</id><published>2009-04-18T20:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T03:32:08.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Broke</title><content type='html'>Being the "normal" 2 year-old that you are, you decided to strip down naked and run around in the back yard (I'm sorry I don't have any pictures). Well, I could tell by the way you were acting that you had to pee, so I said it's ok, you can pee outside. Well you started peeing and then when you finished, you looked down at your penis and said "it boke" (it's broke). You thought that it was broke, b/c you couldn't get any more pee to come out of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-2227839166648607721?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2227839166648607721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-broke.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2227839166648607721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2227839166648607721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-broke.html' title='It&apos;s Broke'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-6616565627670034965</id><published>2009-04-14T23:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:37:33.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Pease and No Way!</title><content type='html'>All day today instead of saying just yes or no, you've been saying "Yes Pease and No Way!" How is it that you just get cuter and funnier everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-6616565627670034965?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6616565627670034965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-pease-and-no-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/6616565627670034965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/6616565627670034965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-pease-and-no-way.html' title='Yes Pease and No Way!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-7850767172655075514</id><published>2009-04-12T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:51:47.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Scared!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SeWCapvENKI/AAAAAAAAADA/Xq4lL_GdAkY/s1600-h/chaseeastercontest.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324806794162605938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SeWDkTemD3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/7wZfqOFKv7s/s320/chaseeastercontest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SeWCawtwtcI/AAAAAAAAADI/Sfm3laxuKWM/s1600-h/chaseblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324805530700527042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SeWCawtwtcI/AAAAAAAAADI/Sfm3laxuKWM/s320/chaseblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I took you to see the Easter Bunny and you kept saying "Where da bunny doe?" Well, we finally found him and were walking toward him to get a picture and you got this pityful look on your face and said "I steered" (I'm scared). Needless to say, I didn't get a picture of you with him, but you sure weren't too "steered" to take some candy from him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-7850767172655075514?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7850767172655075514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-scared.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/7850767172655075514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/7850767172655075514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-scared.html' title='I&apos;m Scared!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SeWDkTemD3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/7wZfqOFKv7s/s72-c/chaseeastercontest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-68071254721534246</id><published>2009-04-05T20:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:14:03.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo Mein</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sdv6VozpaiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Yyz2_qCytX8/s1600-h/tm1a29_lo_mein_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322122634306611746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sdv6VozpaiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Yyz2_qCytX8/s320/tm1a29_lo_mein_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we went to see Thomas the Train, we stopped and ate at Moma's favorite Chinese Resturant. Moma's favorite food turned out to be your favorite too. It was Vegetable Lo Mein. I told you it was Lo Mein and asked you if you liked Lo Mein and you kept saying "MMMMmmmm Mein." You ate 2 big plates full you liked it so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-68071254721534246?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/68071254721534246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/lo-mein.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/68071254721534246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/68071254721534246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/lo-mein.html' title='Lo Mein'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sdv6VozpaiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Yyz2_qCytX8/s72-c/tm1a29_lo_mein_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-2548765604469018802</id><published>2009-04-05T16:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:51:04.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name is Chase:-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvJBoLwsII/AAAAAAAAABQ/uQzYVIwzyuo/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322068414472171650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvJBoLwsII/AAAAAAAAABQ/uQzYVIwzyuo/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the train museum in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Calera&lt;/span&gt; today to see Thomas the Train. While we were on the train riding it, people that worked there would come by and talk with us. When one man came and sat down to talk to us, you said, "my name Chase". You're going to be very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;social&lt;/span&gt; like your Daddy, that's for sure. You had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun riding the train and seeing all the other trains there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-2548765604469018802?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2548765604469018802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-name-is-chase.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2548765604469018802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2548765604469018802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-name-is-chase.html' title='My Name is Chase:-)'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvJBoLwsII/AAAAAAAAABQ/uQzYVIwzyuo/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-2283789996887985254</id><published>2009-04-04T16:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:40:17.634-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>I Don't Want It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvIOMG8ATI/AAAAAAAAABI/C8G4a0XAnqY/s1600-h/chasehospital+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322067530762420530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvIOMG8ATI/AAAAAAAAABI/C8G4a0XAnqY/s320/chasehospital+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just spent a lovely 2 days in Children's Hospital with the croup. I must say it was much better than the 7 you spent last time. Well, you didn't want any of the nurses coming near you and putting any monitors on you. They kept trying to put a little thing on your toe to measure the oxygen in your blood and you didn't like it. Well, the first morning, you finally fell asleep, sitting up, around 6am and you started pulling on your toe (there was nothing on your toe) and saying in your sleep, I dawn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wawn&lt;/span&gt; it, (I don't want it). You started saying that anytime they would try to put something on you. Also, anytime one of the nurses would come in the room and try to do something to you, you would point to the door and say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; udder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;der&lt;/span&gt; way" (the other way). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Moma&lt;/span&gt; is so, so happy that you're feeling better now, even though you are even more spoiled now than you were before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-2283789996887985254?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2283789996887985254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-want-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2283789996887985254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2283789996887985254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-want-it.html' title='I Don&apos;t Want It!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvIOMG8ATI/AAAAAAAAABI/C8G4a0XAnqY/s72-c/chasehospital+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-6462604631780422698</id><published>2009-03-26T23:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:55:06.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase Go to Work Too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x215/neo_nurse/374-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x215/neo_nurse/374-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday when Daddy told you he was going to work, you took his hand and said "Chase doe to work too" (Chase go to work too). Then today, when Daddy said I'm going bye-bye, you said "Chase doe bye bye too" (Chase go bye bye too). The best of all, was today when I told you that we were leaving Nana's and going bye-bye. You went to Nana and said "hand" (this is what you say when you want some one to take your hand so you can take them to something), well she took your hand and you started pulling her toward the door and said "Nana doe bye bye too" (Nana go bye bye too).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-6462604631780422698?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6462604631780422698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/chase-go-to-work-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/6462604631780422698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/6462604631780422698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/chase-go-to-work-too.html' title='Chase Go to Work Too!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-1626243322057206180</id><published>2009-03-25T12:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:00:11.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma'/><title type='text'>Grandma</title><content type='html'>I've been trying forever to get you to say Grandma and Grammy. Well this morning when we were leaving Grandma and Grammy's house I told you like I always do, tell Grandma bye-bye, after I told you to tell he several times, you finally said "bye, Gran-mawmaw". It was so, so sweet to finally hear you say it, I know it was really sweat for her to hear you say it too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-1626243322057206180?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1626243322057206180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/grandma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1626243322057206180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1626243322057206180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/grandma.html' title='Grandma'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-771870201246690696</id><published>2009-03-23T22:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:03:26.792-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>The Other Way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvpyTQiodI/AAAAAAAAACY/TANCqStjJnA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322104435040756178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvpyTQiodI/AAAAAAAAACY/TANCqStjJnA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now anytime we go into Wal-Mart (which is quite frequently) and we are not going toward the toys, you say "the uh der der way!" (the other way!). Ha! Ha! For some reason you think that everytime we go to Wal-Mart you get to go to the toy department and get a toy. Now what would make you think such a thing:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-771870201246690696?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/771870201246690696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/other-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/771870201246690696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/771870201246690696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/other-way.html' title='The Other Way!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvpyTQiodI/AAAAAAAAACY/TANCqStjJnA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-3118151694174165094</id><published>2009-03-18T19:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:59:57.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did Dase go?</title><content type='html'>For some reason in addition to calling Daddy, Daddy. You've been calling him Dase too! Everytime he leaves, you'll say "where did Dase doe?" I can't figure out why you've been saying it or what it means. It sounds like a combination of Daddy and Chase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-3118151694174165094?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3118151694174165094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-did-dase-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3118151694174165094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3118151694174165094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-did-dase-go.html' title='Where did Dase go?'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-8466070658031739875</id><published>2009-03-17T19:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:47:54.371-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>Chicken, French Fries and Sprite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvmJJqfr8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/07Nabx_s5Ws/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322100429555740610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvmJJqfr8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/07Nabx_s5Ws/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy watched you while Moma worked last night and he somehow forgot to feed you anything good for supper (Moma doesn't consider popcorn a good supper). So on the way home, I decided to get your favorite meal, a Chicken McNugget Happy Meal from McDonalds. Well I said, "do you want some Chicken?" You said, "des, chick chick n fen fies n pite!" (Yes, chicken and french fries and sprite!). I said "ok then".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-8466070658031739875?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8466070658031739875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/french-fries-and-sprite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/8466070658031739875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/8466070658031739875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/french-fries-and-sprite.html' title='Chicken, French Fries and Sprite'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvmJJqfr8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/07Nabx_s5Ws/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-7236274375363405209</id><published>2009-03-15T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:54:53.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>YES!</title><content type='html'>Within the last few days, you FINALLY started saying des (yes)! After answering no to about a million questions in your short little life, you decided to add the all empowering word yes. We didn't think you would ever say it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-7236274375363405209?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7236274375363405209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/7236274375363405209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/7236274375363405209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes.html' title='YES!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-6194029611016950112</id><published>2009-03-11T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:25:52.804-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>Oh Sh*t!</title><content type='html'>Well, you are repeating EVERYTHING now! You want to be just like Daddy, so today when Daddy said oh sh*t you took it upon your self to say "sh*t". I've been telling Daddy for 2 years that he was going to have to watch it, I guess he believes me now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-6194029611016950112?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6194029611016950112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-sht.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/6194029611016950112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/6194029611016950112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-sht.html' title='Oh Sh*t!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-2765047752473395117</id><published>2009-03-07T17:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:22:57.492-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>Orange</title><content type='html'>Today when I was getting ready for work, you walked up and pointed at my scrub pants and said "orange"! I was shocked, I said, what did you say? You looked at me and said "orange". Yep, you told me the color of my pants, I tested it out later, and said what color is this, you said "orange". You're so smart! Orange is the only color you'll do it for though. I hope this doesn't mean that you're going to be an Auburn fan, b/c Daddy will not be happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-2765047752473395117?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2765047752473395117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/orange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2765047752473395117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2765047752473395117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/orange.html' title='Orange'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-1201410632224574293</id><published>2009-03-06T00:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:47:20.551-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counting'/><title type='text'>5,6,8,9,10!</title><content type='html'>You can count! My little 2 year old can count:-) Well, I have to give you #7, but you say 5,6, (I say 7) you say 8,9,10! It just came out of nowhere, I didn't teach it to you. I think you either learned it from your cousin Matthew, or from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; (gasp, I let you watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, big no no). Today when you were watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, a character was learning how to count and another character was teaching him, well you were trying to help teach him too, it was so cute. Then when the character finally got it right, you clapped for him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-1201410632224574293?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1201410632224574293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/568910.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1201410632224574293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1201410632224574293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/568910.html' title='5,6,8,9,10!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-2550638004777672180</id><published>2009-03-04T01:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:28:03.055-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>Some More Muddy Tires</title><content type='html'>How long has it been since the muddy tires incident? About a month now, but you're STILL talking about it. If you're playing by yourself with your toys, I hear "stuck, nu-e tars" (stuck muddy tires). If we're driving in the car, I hear "stuck nu-e tars". If you see a train that's not moving, you say "Choo! Choo!" and you guessed it, "stuck nu-e tars". When you meet someone new, it's not Hi, how are you, it's "stuck nu-e tars", we get some pretty strange looks from people:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-2550638004777672180?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2550638004777672180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-more-muddy-tires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2550638004777672180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2550638004777672180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-more-muddy-tires.html' title='Some More Muddy Tires'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-8460826596375504192</id><published>2009-02-19T17:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:41:09.323-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>Moma's Baby!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday when we were in Wal-Mart, you said "baby" and I looked around and didn't see a baby, so I said where's the baby? You pointed at yourself and said "Moma's baby". Awwwww, talk about melt my heart. Now everytime Daddy says, "are you Daddy's baby/boy?" you say "No! Moma!" I love it, love it, love it! All the changing dirty diapers and dealing with tantrums has finally paid off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-8460826596375504192?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8460826596375504192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/momas-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/8460826596375504192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/8460826596375504192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/momas-baby.html' title='Moma&apos;s Baby!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-8410510089570090012</id><published>2009-02-07T16:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:47:02.928-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>Adventures in Potty Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvlvyOJWnI/AAAAAAAAACI/ftJ65veo6gI/s1600-h/449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322099993766091378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvlvyOJWnI/AAAAAAAAACI/ftJ65veo6gI/s320/449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/Sdvk5hE30EI/AAAAAAAAACA/Y07P_zc1AgY/s1600-h/471.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today before your bath I decided that I would let you run around without your diaper on and maybe you would pee in the potty, I figured the worst that would happen is I would have to clean up pee off the hardwood floor. Well I brought your potty in the living room and told you when you pee pee in the potty you can get in the bath tub. Well you kept saying bath (which you do several times a day even though you only stay in there a few minutes), but I kept telling you to pee pee in the potty first, I even gave you some juice to speed up the process. So, a few minutes later you came out of the kitchen saying I pee pee. You pee peed alright in the central heat and air vent! So I put you in the bath and you weren't in there 5 minutes and you said I poo poo! Yep, all in the tub. I think we have a long way to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-8410510089570090012?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8410510089570090012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/adventures-in-potty-training_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/8410510089570090012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/8410510089570090012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/adventures-in-potty-training_07.html' title='Adventures in Potty Training'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvlvyOJWnI/AAAAAAAAACI/ftJ65veo6gI/s72-c/449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-1684753037805201146</id><published>2009-02-07T16:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:30:58.888-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>Where Did Daddy Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You've got a new phrase that you like to say now! It's, "Where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;-e go" (Where did Daddy go?). You are constantly asking me this, anytime that Daddy is out of site that is what I hear. Daddy was out of town today and you were playing with a phone and I told you daddy was on there, so you said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;-e where you a?" (Daddy where are you at?) I told you to give Daddy kisses, so you started kissing all over the phone, it was so sweet. For some reason when I call you at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grammy's&lt;/span&gt; house, you won't talk to me. You are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definetly&lt;/span&gt; becoming a little Daddy's Boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-1684753037805201146?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1684753037805201146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/youve-got-new-phrase-that-you-like-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1684753037805201146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1684753037805201146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/youve-got-new-phrase-that-you-like-to.html' title='Where Did Daddy Go?'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-3092473707590965626</id><published>2009-02-06T16:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:31:39.929-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>Muddy Tires!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today, Daddy took you in his truck with the 4 wheeler to check out some land to ride on. Well, y'all got the truck stuck in the mud and had to have someone come pull you out. You must have had the time of your life, b/c when you got back, you kept saying "st" (stuck) "nu-e tars" (muddy tires). You were so excited you could barely catch your breath and just kept saying "st nu-e tars".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Edited to add: It is 5 days later now, and I still can't get you to quit talking about "nu-e tars"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743800074393850375-3092473707590965626?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3092473707590965626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-daddy-took-you-in-his-truck-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3092473707590965626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/3092473707590965626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-daddy-took-you-in-his-truck-with.html' title='Muddy Tires!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-7293061490800113086</id><published>2009-01-25T13:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:19:32.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>First Sentence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvtjmNKj5I/AAAAAAAAACg/ichga0Px4n0/s1600-h/hfga082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322108580475342738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvtjmNKj5I/AAAAAAAAACg/ichga0Px4n0/s320/hfga082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today you said your first sentence that we could understand! We were watching Barney and there was a wagon with a bunch of balls in it and you said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;?" (What's that) I said "a wagon" and you said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;waon&lt;/span&gt;", I said "yep, wagon" and you pointed and said "See &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; balls in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;waon&lt;/span&gt;?" (See the balls in the wagon?) Everyday, you just amaze me more and more at the things you do!&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/5743800074393850375-7293061490800113086?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7293061490800113086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-you-said-your-first-sentence-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/7293061490800113086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/7293061490800113086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-you-said-your-first-sentence-that.html' title='First Sentence'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvtjmNKj5I/AAAAAAAAACg/ichga0Px4n0/s72-c/hfga082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-1826762358008336637</id><published>2009-01-18T00:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:22:19.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>CHEESE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvuL7tMZiI/AAAAAAAAACo/WaERHHSIkKA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322109273441592866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvuL7tMZiI/AAAAAAAAACo/WaERHHSIkKA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A little story for you........ Daddy got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Moma&lt;/span&gt; a camera for Christmas, and he wanted to show it to Nana, but he didn't want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Moma&lt;/span&gt; to know what it was, so he made her go in the other room while he showed it to Nana. Well you were in there with them and you kept saying "cheese" b/c you wanted them to take your picture! So then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Moma&lt;/span&gt; knew for sure what Daddy got her for Christmas (she already had a pretty good idea though).&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/5743800074393850375-1826762358008336637?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1826762358008336637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-story-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1826762358008336637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/1826762358008336637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-story-for-you.html' title='CHEESE!'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvuL7tMZiI/AAAAAAAAACo/WaERHHSIkKA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-2026496900345102745</id><published>2009-01-17T10:00:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:41:29.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>Tractor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x215/neo_nurse/008-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x215/neo_nurse/008-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today, you were playing your usual game of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wha&lt;/span&gt; dis?" You were pointing at a bulldozer in a book and I said "I don't know, what is it?" fully expecting you to say "tars" (tires), b/c for some reason you LOVE tires and call everything with wheels on it "tars". I was so surprised when you responded "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trator&lt;/span&gt;" (tractor). You are just getting too smart!&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/5743800074393850375-2026496900345102745?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2026496900345102745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-you-were-playing-your-usual-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2026496900345102745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2026496900345102745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-you-were-playing-your-usual-game.html' title='Tractor'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743800074393850375.post-2083929788731858869</id><published>2009-01-15T17:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:38:45.457-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>Good Manners, Favorite Phrases and Favorite Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvyC566qiI/AAAAAAAAACw/LogbLcpDY6o/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322113516389968418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvyC566qiI/AAAAAAAAACw/LogbLcpDY6o/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your favorite phrase is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wha&lt;/span&gt; dis?" (What's this?). Even if you know what it is, you still say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wha&lt;/span&gt; dis?" I always reply with, "I don't know, what is it?" Well today, you told me"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dinesaur&lt;/span&gt;" (dinosaur). I think that is such a big word for a little guy! Especially a little guy that about a month ago would only say the first syllable of a couple of words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your favorite word is NO! (I think that is a favorite word of most toddlers though.) Whenever I ask you something, you always respond with no, even if the answer should be yes. Today I was asking you questions that should have yes answers, you kept answering with your usual NO. Then I asked you if you wanted some candy and you said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pease&lt;/span&gt;" (please). I was trying to trick you and you tricked me, you little stinker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart today, you were so funny. About the first 15 people that we saw, you said hey to. They would chuckle and tell you hey back. We ran into one guy a second time, and you told him hey for a second time, so he said "hey again"! When we got to the register, you were helping put the stuff up on the counter so that we could pay for it. You kept telling the cashier "here go" (here you go), she then told you thank you, so you said "you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wel&lt;/span&gt;" (you're welcome). I was so proud of you and the cashier even commented on how good you were talking. I think that was the first conversation that you had with someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Edited to add: A few days after our trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart, we went back and saw that same cashier and she said well, there's that polite little boy! I was so proud that you made such a good lasting impression on someone!&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/5743800074393850375-2083929788731858869?l=chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2083929788731858869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-favorite-phrase-is-wha-dis-whats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2083929788731858869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743800074393850375/posts/default/2083929788731858869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chasesaysthedarndestthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-favorite-phrase-is-wha-dis-whats.html' title='Good Manners, Favorite Phrases and Favorite Words'/><author><name>Chase's Moma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13040704311133643008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/TSKgRrCtZlI/AAAAAAAAALY/NDumYQRxTwg/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SxkK2O4tWus/SdvyC566qiI/AAAAAAAAACw/LogbLcpDY6o/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
