<?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-1248319916689370588</id><updated>2012-01-29T15:54:44.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Little's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534455686996720543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248319916689370588.post-7516466921452660532</id><published>2012-01-29T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T15:54:44.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>With 2012 well on it's way, I decided to ask the kids with they wanted to accomplish this year. Here's what they had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REAGAN&lt;/strong&gt; (age 11)&lt;/u&gt;:&amp;nbsp; Get to the top of a rock climbing wall and to&amp;nbsp;win the SVGS softball championship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAMRYN&lt;/strong&gt; (age 9&lt;/u&gt;):&amp;nbsp; Win the SVGS softball championship (looks like we'll have some competition within the family!) and the be the person in her class with the highest grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ETHAN&lt;/strong&gt; (age 7)&lt;/u&gt;:&amp;nbsp; Work on becoming the best inventor in the world (specifically, his own type of Lego's that do more power things) I believe this will be ongoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and I have decided to enter 2 races this year. The Dole sponsored Agoura Half Marathon in March and the Santa Barbara Marathon in November. These will be Eric's first races and I am very proud of him. He's been training more diligently than I have, so I am going to have to kick it into high gear! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other goals are to blog more, eat less, run more, clutter less, purge more, redecorate the house, sew more, spend less, garden more, turn-up the food storage. . . you get the point. Yes, this will be ongoing as well. Needless to say, we've all been on the right track to meeting our goals. Almost one month done and 11 more to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248319916689370588-7516466921452660532?l=calittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7516466921452660532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248319916689370588&amp;postID=7516466921452660532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default/7516466921452660532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default/7516466921452660532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>The Little's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534455686996720543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248319916689370588.post-3025310829348779074</id><published>2010-07-20T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T08:40:12.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan's 6th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Our&amp;nbsp;baby boy turned six this past week. He spent the entire week of this birthday at Cub Scout Day Camp with a bunch of boys doing all sorts of &lt;em&gt;BOY&lt;/em&gt; things; shooting bb-guns, shooting with bows and arrows, making all sorts of scientific concoctions, climbing up rock walls, doing flips on monkey arms, making up skits, etc., etc. He &lt;em&gt;L-O-V-E-D&lt;/em&gt; every minute of it! It was such a joy to see him so excited and being tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TEW-697lAKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9N5O5UclqnA/s1600/DSC06930_edited.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TEW-697lAKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9N5O5UclqnA/s320/DSC06930_edited.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Earlier on his actual birthday (the 15th) his den at camp sang him happy birthday and inhaled cupcakes together (you know boys and cupcakes!). &lt;br /&gt;So later that evening we came home and celebrated his birthday as a family. He went straight for the gift that "looked" like it could be a Wii Game. I've really got to get better at concealing the gifts. Wrapping paper just isn't cuttin' it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Ethan had a &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt; 6th birthday, and we're so glad that he's a part of our family. Love you Ethan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TEXBB5VockI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1xw4aqzAaP8/s1600/DSC06935_edited.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TEXBB5VockI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1xw4aqzAaP8/s320/DSC06935_edited.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TEXCr77z_0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/tjZzSjLa90k/s1600/DSC06938_edited.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TEXCr77z_0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/tjZzSjLa90k/s320/DSC06938_edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248319916689370588-3025310829348779074?l=calittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3025310829348779074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248319916689370588&amp;postID=3025310829348779074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default/3025310829348779074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default/3025310829348779074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/ethans-6th-birthday.html' title='Ethan&apos;s 6th Birthday!'/><author><name>The Little's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534455686996720543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TEW-697lAKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9N5O5UclqnA/s72-c/DSC06930_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248319916689370588.post-2543201651673215894</id><published>2010-07-05T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T19:34:30.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKFhY9EASI/AAAAAAAAADY/NtTOiIfSsCE/s1600/Kamryn+%40+Bike+Parade.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKFhY9EASI/AAAAAAAAADY/NtTOiIfSsCE/s320/Kamryn+%40+Bike+Parade.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKFaSvK5kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rIbddmz3zkI/s1600/Reagan+showing+off!+_edited.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKFaSvK5kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rIbddmz3zkI/s320/Reagan+showing+off!+_edited.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKFmWUKKeI/AAAAAAAAADg/S5NX56Lkfk8/s1600/Ethan+%40+Bike+Parade.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKFmWUKKeI/AAAAAAAAADg/S5NX56Lkfk8/s320/Ethan+%40+Bike+Parade.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 4th of July started out on the 3rd of&amp;nbsp;July with a pancake breakfast (yum!) and salute to those who serve in our armed forces--may God forever bless them and their families for the sacrifice they make to keep our country free. The Primary kids even had a their very own bike parade! Reagan, Kamryn and Ethan had a GREAT time riding their bikes around the church parking lot. Reagan was showing off her tricky bike skills, and Ethan, well, one of these days he'll let me take off those training wheels! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On July 4th, we started our day off with the blessing of Amelia Jade Little, our newest little cousin. Such a cute baby--and so well behaved. She stayed reverent all through her blessing and didn't make a peep until after it was all done. We're so happy for Steve, Brittany and their family. Afterwards, we got spoiled to a delicious brunch at Steve and Brittany's beautiful home. Steve did most of the cooking (kudos to you!) while I just made a big mess trying to cook waffles! What I help I am. Should have taken pictures of that mess! Hee-hee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKMqYgLAYI/AAAAAAAAADw/ELww9h-7DrM/s1600/Watermelon+is+sooo+good!+Harrison+%26+Ethan.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKMqYgLAYI/AAAAAAAAADw/ELww9h-7DrM/s200/Watermelon+is+sooo+good!+Harrison+%26+Ethan.JPG" width="200" /&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;The kids just played and played and played with their cousins, and I caught the boys helping themselves to watermelon STRAIGHT from the bowl! Boys will be boys! Kaitlyn and Reagan jumped on the trampoline and played on computers side-by-side (this always makes me laugh). Kamryn and Priscilla made up all sorts of little games and things to play. Living closer to one another has really made things fun. I'm so glad they get a chance to hang out with their cousins. . . family and friends for life. &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;The day came to a close with Eric and Steve roasting hot dogs&amp;nbsp;for dinner and&amp;nbsp;s'mores for dessert (oh yummy to our tummies!), and a little fireworks show out front thanks to the neighbors. So grateful for family, friends and a free country that we can enjoy such marvelous days such as today. GOD BLESS THE U.S.A.!!!!! &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 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKQpdoqepI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mI9lnYP1K5c/s1600/Kamryn+%26+Priscilla-Great+Friends.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKQpdoqepI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mI9lnYP1K5c/s320/Kamryn+%26+Priscilla-Great+Friends.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKTFGwibXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HGfJwodmzJU/s1600/Eric+and+Steve+Roasting+Marshmallows.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKTFGwibXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HGfJwodmzJU/s200/Eric+and+Steve+Roasting+Marshmallows.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKSLT9SMqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/H7ZqrSXdnmU/s1600/Kids+Eatin%27+Yummy+Hot+Dogs.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="111" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKSLT9SMqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/H7ZqrSXdnmU/s200/Kids+Eatin%27+Yummy+Hot+Dogs.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKVgoe77WI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yylSaeqWkag/s1600/Neighborhood+Fireworks+Finale.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKVgoe77WI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yylSaeqWkag/s320/Neighborhood+Fireworks+Finale.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKV1k_F4tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LrS0baE6_EQ/s1600/Reagan+and+Kaitlyn.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKV1k_F4tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LrS0baE6_EQ/s200/Reagan+and+Kaitlyn.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248319916689370588-2543201651673215894?l=calittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2543201651673215894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248319916689370588&amp;postID=2543201651673215894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default/2543201651673215894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default/2543201651673215894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>The Little's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534455686996720543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/TDKFhY9EASI/AAAAAAAAADY/NtTOiIfSsCE/s72-c/Kamryn+%40+Bike+Parade.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248319916689370588.post-9133101185474343729</id><published>2009-09-12T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:33:07.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/SqxkR-1BYBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GwF-CoX6gVM/s1600-h/First+Day+of+School+2009-All.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380785914886840338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/SqxkR-1BYBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GwF-CoX6gVM/s320/First+Day+of+School+2009-All.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On August 26th, 2009, the kids had their first day of school. This is the first year that all 3 kids are at school! Yes, that means my mornings are "free".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan is in Kindergarten, Kamryn's in 1st Grade, and Reagan is now in the upper elememtary grades--4th grade! That one I still can't wrap my head around. At 5:00pm the night before school is when the classes and teachers are posted. It's ususally such a mob at that time that we allow those insane individuals fight the crowds, we peacefully eat our dinner and just before bed take a little drive up to the school to see which teacher they each were assigned. This year talk about conincidences! Both Reagan and Kamryn got the same teachers they had had in kindergarten AND were both in the same classrooms they were in LAST year!!! What are the chances of that happening with one child, let alone two in the SAME family??? All I know is I think I was jumping up and down higher than the girls because I love both teachers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS is going to be a GREAT year!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/SqxlXVf_PZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IeqK_yOIWC0/s1600-h/Ethan+First+Day+of+Kinder.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380787106383609234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/SqxlXVf_PZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IeqK_yOIWC0/s320/Ethan+First+Day+of+Kinder.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380787373195428738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/Sqxlm3c4g4I/AAAAAAAAADA/yuv0ca3NUL8/s320/Kamryn+First+Day+of+1st+Grade.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ethan-Kindergarten-Mrs. Bowman Kamryn-First Grade-Mrs. Hemphill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/SqxmhWs-dVI/AAAAAAAAADI/wwRgqVHyCfk/s1600-h/Reagan+First+Day+of+4th+Grade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380788378016838994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/SqxmhWs-dVI/AAAAAAAAADI/wwRgqVHyCfk/s320/Reagan+First+Day+of+4th+Grade.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reagan-Fourth Grade-Mrs. Cantwell&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/1248319916689370588-9133101185474343729?l=calittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9133101185474343729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248319916689370588&amp;postID=9133101185474343729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default/9133101185474343729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default/9133101185474343729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-school-2009.html' title='First Day of School 2009'/><author><name>The Little's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534455686996720543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/SqxkR-1BYBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GwF-CoX6gVM/s72-c/First+Day+of+School+2009-All.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248319916689370588.post-2127150034379155174</id><published>2009-09-12T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:31:44.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Challanged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am dying to update my blog, but I am seriously blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;challenged&lt;/span&gt;. So for all of you out there that really do have "the cutest blog on the block", which are my family and friends, would you please tell me where/how to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Make a slide show of all my pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Get the layout to look cute including fonts. Even my font choices are so limited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am good at creating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tangible&lt;/span&gt; items, but when it comes to creating something electronically, oh boy!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I appreciate any and all of your support. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248319916689370588-2127150034379155174?l=calittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2127150034379155174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248319916689370588&amp;postID=2127150034379155174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default/2127150034379155174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default/2127150034379155174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-challanged.html' title='Blog Challanged'/><author><name>The Little's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534455686996720543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248319916689370588.post-807090589413748962</id><published>2009-04-02T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:57:11.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all have a phobia about something, right? Mine? Heights for sure. It's one thing to have it and work through it, and a &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; other thing to let it rule your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how do you get your kids to get over their phobia(s) so it doesn't end up ruling their &lt;em&gt;entire&lt;/em&gt; life? Ethan is 4, turning 5 in July and while most of his days are spent learning, building towns out of blocks or spaceships out of Legos, he's having a hard time letting go of his phobias. Just mentioning the following 4 words and he'll bust out into &lt;em&gt;massive hysterics&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Dentist&lt;br /&gt;3. Bath&lt;br /&gt;2. Shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the number one "It'll be the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;END OF THE WORLD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" phobia . . . (drum roll). . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. HAIRCUT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIGHTENING!!!!! I could understand and be sympathetic when he was younger, but he's about to enter kindergarten! We have been kicked out of many haircutting establishments, and yes, that includes Supercuts. . . several times. Who wants to have to leave &lt;em&gt;Supercuts&lt;/em&gt; with their tail between their legs? It's Supercuts! Embarrassing! Well, a couple days ago on the way to a "kids eat free!" dinner, we made a quick stop at Supercuts for Eric. Eric was a wonderful example to Ethan on how to get a haircut without "crying" (aka freaking out). Even Eric's stylist showed Ethan that the clippers would not cut him and make him bleed. Nope, he wasn't going to buy into it. So, to up the anty, Ping (Eric's stylist) started negotiating with Ethan. She offered to give him $10.00 if she could cut his hair! Yes! $10.00!!!! (that's a FREE haircut!). But, no, there was no way he was going to get in that chair. He politely told Ping that he would have mommy cut his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. . . . here we go; with many tears and attempts to escape mommy's haircutting chair, he lived through it. . . even the bath that had to come afterwards. Phew! That took all the energy I had, but doesn't he look good? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(BEFORE  AND  AFTER)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320213995584030418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/SdUycPfZBtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Myp_SHz68T0/s320/Ethan+Before+Haircut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320214569403097666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/SdUy9pIhIkI/AAAAAAAAACY/nmtr3sJiD10/s320/Ethan+After+Haircut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/SdUuSboU5oI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ir5yFvv6F3c/s1600-h/Ethan+Before+Haircut.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248319916689370588-807090589413748962?l=calittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/807090589413748962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248319916689370588&amp;postID=807090589413748962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default/807090589413748962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default/807090589413748962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/phobias.html' title='Phobias'/><author><name>The Little's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534455686996720543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/SdUycPfZBtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Myp_SHz68T0/s72-c/Ethan+Before+Haircut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248319916689370588.post-8751262319515207668</id><published>2009-03-23T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:39:25.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/Scglex1vCTI/AAAAAAAAABg/K3j-xwyYvYo/s1600-h/Snow+Mountain+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yikes! I have totally ignored this blog--mainly because I have no idea what I'm doing and as I check out my friend's and family's blogs, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; super impressed. Way to go guys! And please, don't laugh at mine. I'm old-school still. . . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt; on paper!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aahhh&lt;/span&gt;! Don't shoot me! I'm so not green. . . yet. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, so to catch up on the highlights . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/Scglex1vCTI/AAAAAAAAABg/K3j-xwyYvYo/s1600-h/Snow+Mountain+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/Scglex1vCTI/AAAAAAAAABg/K3j-xwyYvYo/s1600-h/Snow+Mountain+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316543110386674434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/Scgnymel6wI/AAAAAAAAABw/n0jLLlZzZLE/s320/Snow+Mountain+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winter brought some snow. . . even on the mountains of Southern California! These pictures were taken at the base of the Long Canyon hiking trails in Wood Ranch. This was such a beautiful scene as I drove into my neighbor several times throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A few weeks ago, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kamryn&lt;/span&gt; had her "Superstar" week at school. Everyday she got to do special things like having me come in and read her favorite books to her class, share her baby book to her class (this was one of her favorite days), play her favorite games, and have visitors come in. Her favorite day was having daddy come in with his special friend, the Good Neigh Bear. Oh, my gosh! The kids had a BLAST! They laughed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; hard! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kamryn&lt;/span&gt; could barely contain herself. Once the class settled down, Eric talked to the class about what he does for a living and had the kids participate in a 911 simulator. . .with the help of the Good Neigh Bear, of course. The kids talked about the difference between a real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emergency&lt;/span&gt; and things they shouldn't be calling 911 about, practicing their address and phone number. All in all it was pretty &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/ScgnRsuvkJI/AAAAAAAAABo/veVKtW9oXmI/s1600-h/Good+Neighbear+%26+Class.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316542545129345170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/ScgnRsuvkJI/AAAAAAAAABo/veVKtW9oXmI/s320/Good+Neighbear+%26+Class.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;successful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that week we all ended up getting sick....dropping like flies. And, of course, it happened when my calendar was booked!!! It was a long few weeks but I got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;recuperate&lt;/span&gt; at home in WA. I got the rare opportunity to got up to visit my family, attend the Portland Temple with my most of my siblings and parents, see the blessing of my newest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;, Reina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Suvi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Guinn&lt;/span&gt;, and enjoy everything that life is about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday Eric, Reagan and I tagged along on a serious hike up above the Big Sky development with Eric's sisters and their family. The view at the top was unbelievably beautiful. I wish I had brought my camera, but I know it wouldn't have lasted some of the rock climbing we had to do. The hills, so green, went as far as the eye could see. And the clouds hung low on them making it look as thought you could start running and end up on the other side of the valley. Like Eric's sister said, it looked like we were in Ireland. So, for a moment I pretended I was. The view to the west was like walking into a scene of "Little House on the Prairie". The grass was tall and green with beautiful blooms of yellow scattering the field. The large oak trees had settled in the most perfect spots. I told Eric I wanted to build a house up there--away from everything in place so peaceful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248319916689370588-8751262319515207668?l=calittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8751262319515207668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248319916689370588&amp;postID=8751262319515207668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default/8751262319515207668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default/8751262319515207668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>The Little's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534455686996720543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/Scgnymel6wI/AAAAAAAAABw/n0jLLlZzZLE/s72-c/Snow+Mountain+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248319916689370588.post-3758322407393587033</id><published>2008-10-22T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:48:10.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Embaressed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/SP-e7XRc29I/AAAAAAAAABA/bJSCAwnmZ9E/s1600-h/Reagan%27s+CRAZY+hair!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260097632488709074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/SP-e7XRc29I/AAAAAAAAABA/bJSCAwnmZ9E/s320/Reagan%27s+CRAZY+hair!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning was a little like the movie "Something Wicked This Way Comes"--I just needed to hear the creak of the empty merry-go-round spinning by itself. Oooh, the thought makes me shutter. The Halloween winds have entered Simi and its blowing everything everywhere and causing things to change from what they usually are--including my children! Ok, well maybe only my oldest, Reagan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rocking out to some Halloween tunes on the way to school, Kami and Reagan all done-up in crazy hairdos (it's crazy hair day at school today), and me being all proud of myself for being so fun and festive, the change came! Boom! Just like that. From the back seat, I hear from my soft spoken Reagan, "Turn off the music." Huh? What? Did you say something Reagan? "Turn off the music." Why? "Because". Because why? "Because I want it off." Why do you want it off? "Just because". (Silence because I sooo didn't understand the request. At home she wants the same music on. She makes up funny dances to that music, but now she doesn't &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; she doesn't want to tell me why. HOLY CRAP!!!! She's embarassed! She doesn't want her friends to know she listens to it. It's not hip enough. Hip? What? She's only 8! What does she know about hip? Am I not hip???? Oh, no.) Reagan, are you embarassed by this music? "Yes." Do you not want your friends to hear that you're listening to it? "Yes." OK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As she step out of the now silent car onto the school sidewalk, I thought to myself--You're embarressed by funny Halloween music, but not embaressed to go to school with shoots of hair sticking straight up from your head. Whatever!&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/1248319916689370588-3758322407393587033?l=calittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3758322407393587033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248319916689370588&amp;postID=3758322407393587033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default/3758322407393587033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default/3758322407393587033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/shes-embaressed.html' title='She&apos;s Embaressed!'/><author><name>The Little's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534455686996720543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fil8xonol3M/SP-e7XRc29I/AAAAAAAAABA/bJSCAwnmZ9E/s72-c/Reagan%27s+CRAZY+hair!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248319916689370588.post-2938578399340594274</id><published>2008-04-03T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:15:26.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Ok, so apparently, we have arrived! Whoo-Hooo! We are official bloggers, with a spot and all! So really, it's hard to image that so many want to know what we do, what we like and what we think each day of our lives. It seems so silly. Why not write a book and at least cash in on the royalties--"The Little's: Lives of the Normal and Everyday People"?  It'll be a shocking twist of events that mold the lives of five very normal individuals. Will they be able to muddle through the daunting tasks of what everyday people must endure? Watch as these five people do what only the ordinary can do. Happy Blogging! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248319916689370588-2938578399340594274?l=calittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2938578399340594274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248319916689370588&amp;postID=2938578399340594274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default/2938578399340594274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248319916689370588/posts/default/2938578399340594274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calittlefamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-first-blog.html' title='Our First Blog'/><author><name>The Little's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534455686996720543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
