<?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-8941552920794255226</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:15:25.284-05:00</updated><category term='Naptime'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='weather'/><category term='9/11'/><category term='funnyisms'/><category term='Wacky'/><category term='butterflies and rainbows'/><category term='Crazy woman'/><category term='children'/><category term='business'/><category term='OK day'/><category term='Sleeping'/><category term='AJ'/><category term='Waterpark'/><category term='views'/><category term='Good Day'/><category term='Abby'/><category term='garden'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Summer fun'/><category term='school'/><category term='organizing'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Ryan'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='Freak-outs'/><category term='Gustav'/><category term='Louisiana'/><category term='character traits'/><category term='clothing'/><category term='food'/><category term='Mimi'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='behavior'/><category term='family'/><category term='bad day'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='grocery'/><category term='Cat'/><category term='dresses'/><category term='Menu Plan Monday'/><category term='Sewing'/><title type='text'>We Doo, Doo You??</title><subtitle type='html'>The Joys and Accomplishments of Being a Stay at Home Mom</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-4077213472651869653</id><published>2010-06-21T20:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:38:16.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You stay classy, San Diego. I'm Ron Burgundy?</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm no Ron Burgundy, but San Diego was very classy!!!  I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of being there!!  I know that the kids loved it too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, flying with two kids was difficult but once we unloaded our checked luggage, it was almost smooth sailing.  Of course, we still had 50 million carry on bags, but with kids you never know what is going to make them happy at any given moment.  It could be a movie, a video game, a snack, or a coloring book.  You just never know what will be the right thing to keep them from screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I try to hype things up for the kids, I told them a little bit about flying the week before we left.  I asked them who they wanted to sit with (in case we couldn't all sit together).  Ryan picked Papa.  Then he proceeds to tell me this story about how he (Ryan) will fly the plane and Papa will sit next to him (I'm guessing he would be the co-pilot in Ryan's story)!  Well, as Ryan is telling me this story, he goes on to say that if there are any planes that get in our way, Papa will have to shoot them with his gun.  (For the record, Ryan has no idea that Papa has a gun and I have no idea where he got the idea that if a plane is in front of another plane it has to be shot.)  So now the kids are hyped up about flying in an airplane...Ryan wants to shoot anything that gets in our way and Abby, well she has flown before so she is just like (whatever, little dude)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we get ready to leave for the airport, Mommy has to listen to all her songs that she downloaded that has anything to do with California!!  I LOVE CALI in the summertime, I'm going back to Cali (I don't think so), In the City (City of Compton), California Dreamin on such a winter's day, and of course I wish they all could be California girls!!  And now we are on our way, but first while waiting for our first plane...we have to mention loud enough for a few people to hear, that Papa forget his gun.  You know the one that he needs to use if there is another plane in our way;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a smooth flight and a smooth transition into our rental, we arrive on the island of Coronado, California!!!  (Story continues at a later time!!  Stay tuned!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-4077213472651869653?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4077213472651869653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=4077213472651869653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/4077213472651869653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/4077213472651869653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-stay-classy-san-diego-im-ron.html' title='You stay classy, San Diego. I&apos;m Ron Burgundy?'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-4557845800963485850</id><published>2009-05-26T18:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:42:55.682-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Update on the kids</title><content type='html'>Ok...so enough blogging about me and my sewing, right!!  I want to update you on the things that the kids have been doing lately!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby is growing and her behavior is changing daily.  For the better that is!!  It is really getting easier to deal with her and her behavior!!  She is starting to understand consequences and privileges!!  In my mind...it is about time.  It only took 4 and a half years for this to sink in.  I guess that is what you get when your child is hard headed, like you and your husband:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is potty training right now!!  Before you stop reading because you heard enough about me potty training, he is surprisingly easier to train than Abby was.    STOP reading here if you don't want to read about poop:  Ryan pooped in the potty today and when he went to flush it he said, "Look mom, a nana (banana)!!"  I could see a confused look on his face, as if to say, "Why would you flush a banana down the toilet?"  Anyway, this was the most hilarious part of the day!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was Memorial Weekend and we didn't have anything planned.  On Saturday, we went to Talladega and toured the race track and the museum.  It was quite an experience!!  I actually enjoyed.  There were a lot of cars and we even got to see the actual car that was used in the movie Talladega Nights!!!  Sweet Baby Jesus, it was a site to see (LOL)!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we are gearing up for summer in our household.  This means lots of swimming in the pool and going to the waterpark!!!  Hopefully, we will have a fun summer with lots of pictures and memories:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-4557845800963485850?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4557845800963485850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=4557845800963485850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/4557845800963485850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/4557845800963485850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-on-kids.html' title='Update on the kids'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-9118690294518674908</id><published>2009-05-26T12:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:04:45.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterflies and rainbows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Stepping it up at bit!!</title><content type='html'>I'm guessing that if you follow me on facebook or twitter, you already know that I made a decision to get a new machine and take my business &lt;a href="http://www.brkids.etsy.com"&gt;Butterflies and Rainbows&lt;/a&gt; to the next level!!!  I am very excited about what this means for me!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this in mind, I have started a blog for my business!!!  This will be a place that I can hear suggestions and ideas and also, show you what my customers are purchasing!!!  Please check out my other blog &lt;a href="http://www.brkidsonetsy.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!!  Please become a follower so that you can become a preferred customer and receive special offers and discount codes!!!  Hope to see you there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-9118690294518674908?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9118690294518674908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=9118690294518674908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/9118690294518674908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/9118690294518674908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/stepping-it-up-at-bit.html' title='Stepping it up at bit!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-6387480543703747251</id><published>2009-05-07T13:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:03:06.494-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><title type='text'>My not so WONDERFUL day!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok here it goes!!!  This morning I woke up and thought, "Today is going to be a wonderful day!!!"  I was going to remember everything and we were going to be on time!!  How hard can that be right?  Well, the morning was great up until 9:00 am, when I remembered in carpool that we were supposed to bring a flower for the crowning of Mary ceremony.  The flower was on the table with all of the other things I was supposed to bring with me this morning, but I forgot to pick them up.  Then I get to Ryan's school and I remember that on the table I forgot to bring something that I need to turn in today.  UGH!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did remember to bring my sewing machine, because I knew that I needed to have it worked on.  When I got to the Singer sewing store, the owner tells me that my machine has been used and abused and is on its last leg!!  He gave me some options, which are pretty decent, but I will still have to cough up a lot of money that I don't really have right now.  This puts me in  a catch 22 position.  Do I spend money on another machine so that I can continue my "business" or should I just drop the whole thing???  I have invested a lot of money in embroidery designs that will just be wasted because they are not tangible things that I can sell at a garage sale.  I also have a ton of fabric that I would love to use to make new things, but I'm not too worried about that since I could re-sell this fabric, if needed.  Anyway, I'm just all around bummed on that subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Zaxby's!!!  I love me some Zaxby's especially the sauce.  In Louisiana, there is a restaurant called Raisin Cane's.  It is very similar to Zaxby's but since it was my first love it will always be better:-)  Anyway, since there are no Cane's restaurants here...Zaxby's it is!!!  Back to the sauce.  The sauce is like the icing on a cake.  You just can't eat a cake without icing, so why should you eat the chicken fingers without sauce??  Guess what was left out of my order:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then driving from Zaxby's back to school, I decided to take a new road that just opened up.  It is the road that will lead to the new Super Target!!!  I'm driving along and no one else seems to be on this road except for me.  Then I get to the intersection that is familiar to me, and it is blocked off!!!  Luckily it is not blocked off completely, so I sneak through the barricades and get on the road that I'm supposed to be on:-)  All is well again!!!  WRONG--because this is when I find out that my Zaxby's sauce is ranch dipping sauce instead!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, getting it off of my chest has really helped me out!!  I still want to cry but I'm going to suck it up and get over it:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go be a MOM:-)  Happy Mother's Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-6387480543703747251?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6387480543703747251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=6387480543703747251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/6387480543703747251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/6387480543703747251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-not-so-wonderful-day.html' title='My not so WONDERFUL day!!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-8209060715069317033</id><published>2009-02-08T14:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:31:47.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme Fun!!!</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Laura in a meme that asks me to consider things about who I am. So these are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. Write six random things about yourself and things that make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.&lt;br /&gt;5. Let each person know they've been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done one of these things for my blog yet so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-I am from Louisiana and I'm proud to say that I'm a CAJUN!!!  I eat boiled crawfish and gumbo and rice and gravy.  I also love to eat "gratin"  (GRAH-TAIN).  It is the slightly burnt rice at the bottom of the rice pot:-)  We try to speak French at home as much as we can.  Some words we just don't know.  If I say something to you and you have no idea what I'm talking about , just remember I'm CAJUN:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Summer is my favorite season.  I love everything about it.  The heat, the water, no school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-I have a BS in accounting and I'm not sure how or why they gave it to me.  I hated every minute of my college studies.  You would think that I would have changed my major??  If I could go back to school, I would go for teaching, meteorology, or pyschology!!  I know those are totally random but you know any one of those would most likely be better than accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-I fuss my kids way too much!!  I think that I do it to make my life easier, which in turn makes it harder.  I think I just need to relax and only scream when it is a life or death situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-My father passed away over ten years ago and I still miss him terribly.  I just know that he is watching over my family and smiling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tag anyone.  Sorry, I think everyone has already done theirs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-8209060715069317033?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8209060715069317033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=8209060715069317033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8209060715069317033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8209060715069317033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2009/02/meme-fun.html' title='Meme Fun!!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-5541465071718646621</id><published>2009-01-28T15:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:38:19.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The word of the day is...</title><content type='html'>Seriously!?!?!?!  I know everybody has one of THOSE days, and today was mine.  Yippee...NOT!  Here is a little snippet of how my day went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, brought Abby to school as usual, went to a wonderful playdate with Ryan, ate lunch with Ryan, went to pick up Abby from school, brought Abby to dance.  Great day up until I had to go to Wal-Mart while Abby was at dance.  Not a huge deal...right?  WRONG!!!  I loaded up the cart with items from my list, went to the SELF-CHECK OUT, rang up all my items, finished the transaction up until the point where you have to pay and dug aimlessly through my purse for my wallet...NOT. IN. THERE.  I dug through my purse some more,  thinking that maybe it would magically appear, when I found my checkbook.  Then I thought, Great!!  I can pay with a check!!  Yay!!  (Did I mention that when I was digging around for my wallet, I had exactly 10 minutes to get out of the store and pick up Abby from dance class?) I tell the lady that I want to pay with a check and we start that transaction.  Then she asks for my drivers license number...It is in the wallet, that I don't have.  She asks if I can go get it.  I tell her that I now have 5 minutes before Abby's dance class ends and that I will have to come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I RUN back to the car with Ryan on my hip.  He is screaming because we had to leave his brand new CARS backpack in the buggy since we didn't pay for anything.  We get in the car and drive away.  This is where it gets good!  Everytime I push the gas on my Envoy, I spin out because the roads are wet.  I was at a stop sign and was trying to turn left, my truck almost spun completely around.  What's weird was that when I noticed that my tires were spinning, I let off the gas.  Anyway, that happened pretty much all the way back to dance, probably because I was trying to hurry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pick up Abby from dance and I was actually on time:-)  We go BACK to Wal-Mart, and try to pay for our items.  The debit card reader thing is broken.  So again, I have to go back to the same lady and pay.  Finally, I end my transaction and take my things home with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully on the way home, we hear a fun song to sing and dance to.  So to all of you that saw the crazy woman singing and dancing in her truck, this is what I have for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacks on deck, patron on ice&lt;br /&gt;We can pop bottles all night&lt;br /&gt;And baby you can have whatever you like&lt;br /&gt;I said you can have whatever you like!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-5541465071718646621?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5541465071718646621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=5541465071718646621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5541465071718646621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5541465071718646621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2009/01/word-of-day-is.html' title='The word of the day is...'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-7437818208541483939</id><published>2009-01-17T16:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:39:20.452-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>Has it really been that long since I blogged??  I honestly did not think it has been that long.  Well, here I go...again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To catch you up since November, we had thanksgiving at my house.  Mimi, Granny, and Paw Paw Ernest came over to celebrate with us.  We had a really good time but I was really stressed.  I always am.  I was a part of  2 crafts shows in November and I took a lot of orders.  Mostly bow holders.  I was really excited that my business picked up that much for Christmas.  It was such a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the orders were completed, we took a trip to Louisiana for Christmas.  It was really fun.  And can you believe this,  I was actually excited to go.  The only part that was not fun was trying to repack the car to come home.  It is always hard to bring home three times what you went there with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a birthday after christmas and just got a chance to go out for my "day" this past weekend.  I had a really good time even though some of my friends couldn't make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-7437818208541483939?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7437818208541483939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=7437818208541483939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/7437818208541483939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/7437818208541483939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2009/01/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-5331811836613686961</id><published>2008-11-03T15:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:35:06.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Abbyism!</title><content type='html'>A conversation between Abby and a little boy playing at Chick Fil A!                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby:   What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  Charlie!&lt;br /&gt;Abby:  Just like Charlie Brown, right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-5331811836613686961?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5331811836613686961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=5331811836613686961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5331811836613686961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5331811836613686961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/abbyism.html' title='Abbyism!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-7741061750499279841</id><published>2008-09-28T16:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:11:09.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naptime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>They are ALL sleeping!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm the only one that is awake and working!!!  Even Papa is sleeping!!!  I guess the football game wore him out!  I wonder who won the game!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we had another Hannah Montana Sleepover last night!!  My girl loves them sleepovers.  She told me this morning that she fell out of the bed last night.  I remember a commotion but I didn't realize that she actually fell out of the bed.  I know that she is a rough sleeper, so I chalked it up to that.  She also snuggled up close to me during the night.  I asked her if she did that because she fell out of the bed, and she said yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad that she is taking a nap today because her incentive today is to go play outside.  We are working on cleaning out our flower beds outside and she really enjoys helping me.  Whatever makes you happy baby...That's what I say.  Plus it doesn't hurt to have a little help in the garden!!&lt;br /&gt;Lata....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-7741061750499279841?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7741061750499279841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=7741061750499279841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/7741061750499279841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/7741061750499279841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/they-are-all-sleeping.html' title='They are ALL sleeping!!!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-2049358734601712493</id><published>2008-09-26T09:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:05:00.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louisiana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Fall weather (I'm a sissy) and Gumbo</title><content type='html'>The weather here has started to cool off.  I'm not sure if it a fluke because even for central Alabama this seems pretty early.  Being from South Louisiana, I'm accustomed to Christmas' in shorts.  I'm seriously considering making a gumbo either tonight or tomorrow night.  My body still hasn't adjusted.  It just doesn't seem right to make a gumbo in September.  Gumbo's are for December- February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to clean out the fireplace again, because we still have wood in it from last winter.  I know, I'm lazy.  Actually, I was hoping that Eric would do it and he hasn't done it yet.  I also need to buy some firewood so that we will be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body isn't ready for cool weather.  This morning, I walked Eric out and the thermometer read 48.  I crawled back into bed after turning the heat up a little to knock the chill out.  I know I'm a sissy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, it does warm up in the afternoon, I'm still not up for it.  It also reminds me that I'm an outsider.  Everyone here seems to love this cool weather.  Me, not so much!!  I don't hate it, but I would rather it be warm.  I guess that is why summer is my favorite season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also hard to dress for the day when it is 50 in the morning and 80 in the afternoon.  I guess that's why they invented jackets.  Anyway, moral of the story...Gumbo at my house tomorrow night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-2049358734601712493?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2049358734601712493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=2049358734601712493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/2049358734601712493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/2049358734601712493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-weather-im-sissy.html' title='Fall weather (I&apos;m a sissy) and Gumbo'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-7633490547262580341</id><published>2008-09-24T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:49:02.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah Montana Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/SNrDhS2IO9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/unIY4kkXBKQ/s1600-h/DSC02607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/SNrDhS2IO9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/unIY4kkXBKQ/s320/DSC02607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249723292415704018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/SNrDh0cE-zI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dbAZRox3Lnw/s1600-h/DSC02610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/SNrDh0cE-zI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dbAZRox3Lnw/s320/DSC02610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249723301433244466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/SNrDiU8FvHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/YPWkjt82CZI/s1600-h/DSC02611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/SNrDiU8FvHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/YPWkjt82CZI/s320/DSC02611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249723310157446258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/SNrDjKZeCjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vmeZShTA3Nc/s1600-h/DSC02614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/SNrDjKZeCjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vmeZShTA3Nc/s320/DSC02614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249723324507753010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so it was just Abby, Ryan, and me, but it was still fun.  A couple of months ago, Disney channel aired the concert in 3D and it was pretty cool.  We went to Wal-mart and picked up our 3D glasses.  Abby was so excited.  Actually, I've never seen her that excited before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/SNq9I5pcRxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9598L0hL-k0/s1600-h/DSC02607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: none; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/SNq9I5pcRxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9598L0hL-k0/s320/DSC02607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249716276264978194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/SNq9J0HQLsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sGJTfU07aNE/s1600-h/DSC02610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: none; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/SNq9J0HQLsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sGJTfU07aNE/s320/DSC02610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249716291959271106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert, we had a sleepover, except Ryan wasn't invited to the sleepover (sorry kid).  Here are some pics from the sleepover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/SNq_2bPmL_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/SkZkygihxPA/s1600-h/DSC02619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: none; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/SNq_2bPmL_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/SkZkygihxPA/s320/DSC02619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249719257400750066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/SNq_16HpLMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/g5VYeTx9Uyk/s1600-h/DSC02617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: none; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/SNq_16HpLMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/g5VYeTx9Uyk/s320/DSC02617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249719248509021378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-7633490547262580341?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7633490547262580341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=7633490547262580341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/7633490547262580341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/7633490547262580341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/hannah-montana-party.html' title='Hannah Montana Party'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/SNrDhS2IO9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/unIY4kkXBKQ/s72-c/DSC02607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-2544673162351904471</id><published>2008-09-24T16:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:53:21.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Gangsta's</title><content type='html'>Ok...so I listen to rap music in the car with the kids.  Not the hardcore rap and most of what I listen to is on the radio so it is edited, but it is still rap.  The ringtone on my cell phone is Low by Flo-Rida.  Everytime it rings Ryan sings and dances and everytime the song plays on the radio he screams phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby sings the Low song too and today she was singing Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis.  She also loves Hannah Montana.  We have to listen to the cd on the way to school and if Mommy would let on the way home too.  Stay tuned for our Hannah Montana party post!!!  (Exciting I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question is am raising culturally diverse individuals or just gangsta's???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-2544673162351904471?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2544673162351904471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=2544673162351904471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/2544673162351904471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/2544673162351904471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-gangstas.html' title='Little Gangsta&apos;s'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-5898716821605904887</id><published>2008-09-11T16:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:35:40.731-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><title type='text'>Patriot Day</title><content type='html'>In honor of Patriot Day, I wanted to write a post about how I feel 7 years later.  First of all, I told Abby about it this morning, complete with pictures from a book.  She seemed to really understand (she understands a lot for her age).  I didn't show her any gory pictures(in case you were wondering).  But I did tell her that some bad people crashed airplanes into the WTC.  Her reaction:  "That makes me sad!!"  I haven't gotten the why's yet, but I'm glad because I'm not sure that I want to explain that part to her.  The flag at her school was at half mast, as was the flag at the car dealership that we went to today (that is another post, look for it soon).  She didn't really notice that the flag at her school was at half mast, but she did notice the one at the car dealership (it is a really huge flag).  She asked me, "Why isn't the flag all the way at the top??"  I told her, "Remember what we talked about earlier?  How those planes crashed into those buildings?  We need to remember that.  When you see at flag the is in the middle of the pole, you need to remember that something happened."  She told me again, that it mad her sad to think of people crashing planes into the buildings.  (That is all the details that I gave her BTW.  I didn't really want her talking about it all day and I'm not sure if I really want her to understand it completely right now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my feelings...I'm sure most of us remember exactly what we were doing when we heard the news.  I was in my last semester in college.  I had an 8 am class that morning.  Normally, I ran late, but that morning for some reason I was a little early.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that I parked my car at 7:45 and I walked straight to class.  Class went on as usual because no one had heard the news yet.  Before my 9:45 class started someone walked in and said that the "World Trade Center Towers had collapsed" and that was it.  No elaboration or anything.  BTW, this person wasn't very trustworthy, so I (being a skeptic) didn't think twice about it.  Actually, I did think twice about it.  I thought, how do TWO buildings fall down on the same day?  This guy must be an idiot.  After that class, Eric and I met up on campus as we usually do.  We headed straight for the McDonald's near campus (because there was a TV there) and we were glued to the tube for most of the afternoon.  I think that we both must have left at some point because we did have other classes to attend that day and I had work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember anything after the McD's trip until I arrived at work.  Everyone there was glued to the television also.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing that I remember is getting home.  My sister had the TV on and she was watching MTV News.  WHAT???  Oh no this was not acceptable.  Had my mother been there it would have been on CNN.  I immediately changed the channel to some sort of normal news program and I watched the news come in all through the night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings today are somewhat similar to those that I felt on that day.  The utter sadness has changed with time.  I am no longer brought to tears by the pictures and accounts of what happened.  Though, I did feel a little choked up this morning by the presidents speech at the Pentagon, I held it together.  (No matter who you are, whether you like him or not, he was the President on that day and he, along with Guiliani, helped this nation through that tough time.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago on 9/11, hubby and I watched World Trade Center with Nicholas Cage (we weren't actually with him).  I think that everyone needs to watch this movie.  I was particularly impressed with how they added in some comedic interludes at just the right time in the movie.  I was really expecting to cry through the whole movie, but I didn't.  The movie showed the true heroism and courage that all involved had within them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone had their moment of silence and remembered (or tried to remember) exactly how they felt on the dreadful day.  I know that I did (can you tell?)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...I think that I'm done now.  But before I go I want to leave you with this http://www.cassyfiano.com/2008/09/remembering-9-11-2.  It is a blog I found while searching for 9/11 material.  I thought it was very good.  Hope you do too.  And also, my song of choice for today would be Have You Forgotten? by Darryl Worley.  Check it out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-5898716821605904887?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5898716821605904887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=5898716821605904887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5898716821605904887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5898716821605904887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/patriot-day.html' title='Patriot Day'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-8730307242381123470</id><published>2008-09-09T17:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:10:42.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnyisms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Death by Butter Knife!?!?</title><content type='html'>I had no idea a butter knife could do so much damage!!!  I was trying to open a new bottle of mayo and somehow my thumb came into contact with the sharpest part of a butter knife and it hurts like hell!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:  Though it may look dull, don't underestimate its power!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-8730307242381123470?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8730307242381123470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=8730307242381123470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8730307242381123470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8730307242381123470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/death-by-butter-knife.html' title='Death by Butter Knife!?!?'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-3877470723592134465</id><published>2008-09-02T14:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:54:35.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gustav'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnyisms'/><title type='text'>Gustav (in a nutshell)!!!</title><content type='html'>Gustav was no Katrina or Rita that just goes to show ya when women get mad they break shit but when men get mad they just talk shit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:  These are not my words but if I would have to describe this storm, this is how I would do it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-3877470723592134465?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3877470723592134465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=3877470723592134465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/3877470723592134465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/3877470723592134465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/gustav-in-nutshell.html' title='Gustav (in a nutshell)!!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-4903546018782111117</id><published>2008-09-02T10:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:00:22.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>I love it!!!!</title><content type='html'>Please read these letters very carefully.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter #1:   From Senator Barack H. Obama: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (Former) President Putin: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to be writing this e-mail instead of meeting you in person, preferably in the Oval Office, where I belong. Soon, soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, and notwithstanding the foregoing, I felt it imperative that I express my concern about Russia's invasion of the tiny, democratically elected sovereign nation of Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would appear that you are not familiar with my platform for change and hope War does not fit into this template and I am quite frankly at a loss for words to express my  distress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the chosen leader of a new generation of Americans who speak a global language of peace, hope, harmony and change, this is simply unacceptable. Quite frankly, your actions pose potentially severe, long-term consequences I'm not sure what those might be, but they might not be nice or fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please picture me looking very serious when I say that I respectfully request you to calm down. Life is but a flicker in time and we're but actors strutting and fretting. That is to say, we're all on this planetary journey together and our karma is interrelated and interdependent. Thus, it would seem that our differences are best resolved through words, not bombs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that war is a failure of diplomacy. I would submit that it is also counterintuitive. If my Kenyan father and my Kansan mother and my multinational upbringing taught me anything, it is that we are all One. That said, I am The One the world has been waiting for -- and you are, quite frankly, blocking my chi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as possible, I'd like to sit down and begin talking about how we can resolve these and other differences that threaten peace-loving people, which I'm sure includes you. I haven't looked into your eyes and would never presume to know your soul, but I do know that we share a common humanity and that we can all just get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Please do not fail me;  I absolutely do not want to have to unleash the United Nations to deal with a matter which may be so easily resolved by two humanitarians such as you and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours in Global Harmony, President [in waiting] Barack Hussein Obama &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter # 2:    From Senator John McCain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hey, Putin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me come over there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-4903546018782111117?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4903546018782111117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=4903546018782111117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/4903546018782111117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/4903546018782111117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-it.html' title='I love it!!!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-8488040912578312176</id><published>2008-08-24T12:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:00:00.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waterpark'/><title type='text'>One More Week</title><content type='html'>Let me preface this by saying that I was so excited when school (if you can call it that at 2 years old) let out for the summer.  I wanted Abby to be here so we could do all kinds of fun things.  I hope that she thought they were fun because it sure wore me out.  This summer didn't go by very fast but we sure did a lot of things.  I made sure that we were at the waterpark at least once a week.  I also made sure that we went to the free movies, at least the ones that were worth it.  I also made sure that we had our downtime at home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that our summer is winding down and coming to an end, I am excited to say that I will have some free time on my hands.  On Tuesday's and Thursday's, both kids will be in school and I will be alone for the first time in almost 2 years.  Don't get me wrong, I love being with my kids, but it will be so awesome that I will have some alone time too.  This summer,  I have to at least two moms night's out.  While they did help me to relax and spend time with grown ups, I still felt like I needed a little more time to myself.  I am positive that I will be able to focus more on being a good mother to them and not get so irritated and short tempered.  I will also get a lot more sewing done in this new found free time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-8488040912578312176?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8488040912578312176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=8488040912578312176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8488040912578312176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8488040912578312176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-more-week.html' title='One More Week'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-1785143079551078186</id><published>2008-08-23T23:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:14:10.269-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Odd Woman Out</title><content type='html'>Ok...so it is offical.  I am the odd woman out.  I found out a couple of weeks ago that my SIL is pregnant.  She is due at the end of March.  I just found out today that my sister is pregnant.  She is due at the end of April.  I just realized today that I am jealous.  Not in a vengeful (sp) kind of way, but still.  I am in no way ready for another child right now, but I do know that I would love to have another child someday.  Anyway, I just want to say congratulations to these two wonderful ladies.  Yay, I get to be an aunt twice in one year!!!!!!!!!!  Geaux Me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-1785143079551078186?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1785143079551078186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=1785143079551078186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/1785143079551078186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/1785143079551078186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/odd-woman-out.html' title='Odd Woman Out'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-9184869145064095106</id><published>2008-08-23T22:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:06:33.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louisiana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>I miss.....</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would be saying this, but I miss home.  Louisiana that is.  I miss everything about it...the weather, the streets, the partying, the festivals, and the food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like they say, "You don't miss something until it is gone."  Well that is how I feel.  When we lived there, I hated that it was so humid and hot.  Now that we live in Alabama, I miss the Louisiana hot (if that makes any sense).  I absolutely miss the food and especially all the wonderful Cajun restaurants.  Fezzo's was awesome.  I have got to eat there next time we visit.  I also miss Evangeline Maid bread.  There is something about this bread.  Every single person in Lafayette eats Evangeline Maid bread.  Over here, we buy the Sunbeam bread and it is fairly close to EM but not close enough to say it is awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I miss my Community Coffee because when we moved here I bought a bunch of coffee and I haven't run out of it yet.  I will have to get another stock up the next time we visit though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me think of this post and realize that I truly missed home was for some reason I thought of the curve on Gloria Switch Road.  We used to live off of GS Road and Abby used to go to the daycare that was at the curve.  This came to mind and I just started thinking of all the things that I miss about Lafayette.  Of course I haven't mentioned yet, but the thing I miss most is my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-9184869145064095106?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9184869145064095106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=9184869145064095106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/9184869145064095106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/9184869145064095106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-miss.html' title='I miss.....'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-6120851798406225656</id><published>2008-08-17T15:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:56:10.186-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Menu Plan Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday-August 18-24</title><content type='html'>Ok...so I didn't post a menu last week.  I wanted to but by the time I got around to it, it was already Wednesday.  To say the least, we had a very busy week last week.  I had a pool party on Monday, Tuesday was shopping day, Wednesday was a back to school party, Thursday we went to the planetarium and then to lunch, Friday was a playgroup at a friends house, and Saturday was a park playdate.  It was a very busy week, but it was very fun and we did eat really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo trying to space meals about two or even three weeks apart so that we don't feel like we are eating the same things over and over again.  If some things look like they have been on a menu recently please forgive me.  We are very picky people and it is hard to find new meals that everyone will love.  Here goes this week's menu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday--Round Steak and Gravy over Rice, Baked Beans  (This is my favorite meal so if it were up to me we would eat this 365 days a year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday--Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday--Chicken Stew, rice, and green beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday--Meatloaf and Mashed Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday--Breakfast night--Pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday--Crispy Stuffing Coated Chicken Breasts and Corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday--Beef Stew (I am going to try the recipe from the book Deliciously Deceptive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope that you enjoyed your visit and don't forget to check out &lt;a href="http://orgjunkie.com/"&gt;I'm an Organizing Junkie!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS  Here are a few blogs that are in the works for me.  Abby and I had a Hannah Montana Party here a couple of weeks ago and I want to put up pics and write about it.  We are also having a princess party on Wednesday.  I will be posting pics and telling about our fun filled time.  Anyway, have a good week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-6120851798406225656?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6120851798406225656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=6120851798406225656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/6120851798406225656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/6120851798406225656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/menu-plan-monday-august-18-24.html' title='Menu Plan Monday-August 18-24'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-7665726495433115872</id><published>2008-08-05T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:38:42.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wacky'/><title type='text'>Tylenol PM woes!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have this sinus thing going on and it is not fun.  During the day, I have been taking Tyenol Sinus and last night I decided to take Tylenol PM.  I guess I thought that if I slept really good, maybe I could shake the sinus thing.  Well, first of all, I DID NOT shake the sinus thing and secondly, I got almost no sleep at all.  I woke up around 1 a.m. and absolutely could not go back to sleep.  Not only could I not go back to sleep but I felt like I needed to move my arms.  It was more of a restlessness.  Of course, I woke hubby up.  I didn't even realize that I was awake until he pulled me close to him.  (I guess he thought I would stop tossing and turning if he was holding me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time 2 a.m. rolled around, I had had enough.  I took some Benadryl thinking maybe that would work.  Well, that didn't knock me out like would have hoped.  I pulled the book out and started reading until the Benadryl kicked in.  I guess that it did kick in because I didn't wake up until 9:00 this morning.  Any other day this would have been a problem, but this morning I had help with the kids because my mom is here.  Thank GOD for that!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-7665726495433115872?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7665726495433115872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=7665726495433115872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/7665726495433115872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/7665726495433115872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/tylenol-pm-woes.html' title='Tylenol PM woes!!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-4687428388512822326</id><published>2008-08-03T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:13:18.550-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Menu Plan Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organizing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday-August 4-9</title><content type='html'>Again, last week went fairly smoothly.  The Catalina Chicken did not turn out well at all though.  Each time that I make this, it tastes different.  I will put it on the menu one more time and if it doesn't taste right next time, it is out!!!  Breakfast night is really a big hit over here.  My plan was to do eggs and bacon (I love me some eggs and bacon) but I was overruled.  Everyone wanted pancakes again.  We had pancakes!!!  Here is the plan for this week.  My mom will be in town so she will be able to help me with some new recipes.  Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday--Hamburgers on the grill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday--Jambalaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday---Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday---Szechuan BBQ Chicken  &lt;a href="http://mlobrecipes.blogspot.com/2008/04/szechuan-barbecue-chicken.html"&gt;(Blue Momma's Recipe)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday---Chicken Nuggets and French Fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday---TBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday---Breakfast Night---Eggs and Bacon (Hopefully:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a delicious week!!!  Thanks for stopping by and check out my two favorite organizing and shopping blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://orgjunkie.com/"&gt;I'm an Organizing Junkie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://carlie-whyaskwhy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Why ask Why..&lt;/a&gt;.  Carlie has been helping me cut my grocery bill down.  I haven't saved as much money as her but 1-I don't get the paper anymore and 2-I don't buy it if I don't use it (meaning we are pretty brand specific people and won't use the off brand very much.  If anybody has any other links or ideas on saving money on groceries, it would be much appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-4687428388512822326?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4687428388512822326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=4687428388512822326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/4687428388512822326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/4687428388512822326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/menu-plan-monday-august-4-9.html' title='Menu Plan Monday-August 4-9'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-1087385082676509760</id><published>2008-07-31T08:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:30:13.271-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OK day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>Not so good!!</title><content type='html'>Abby really had a rough day yesterday.  For some reason, she wouldn't listen and she kept hitting Ryan.  He is discovering how to talk and he keeps saying "Mine".  Well, Abby doesn't like this one bit.  Every time he says it, she either says it back to him or hits him.  I know CRAZY!!!  Most of the time there is nothing there when they say MINE.  Even more crazy!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan had his 18 month check up yesterday.  He weighs 28 lbs and is 34 inches tall.  He is in the 75th percentile for his weight and 90th percentile for his height.  I guess he will be tall.  The doctor said that he doing well.  I also had a list of questions to ask him about Ryan.  Things like:  Is it ok that he drinks all the time?  I fill his sippy cup and not 5 minutes later it is empty.  I also asked the doctor about the screaming.  Some of you know......THE SCREAM that comes out of my child.  I asked the doctor if Ryan could really hear himself as loud as we do.  (Thinking that maybe he had some hearing problems.)  NOPE just being a boy.  If he can get a reaction out of you or someone else by screaming, then he will scream.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:  I have perfectly normal children who scream, hit, disobey, and drink constantly.  Kids what cha gonna do with em???  Love em right!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  And I do....I sooooo do.  (Even though it wasn't an awesome day.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-1087385082676509760?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1087385082676509760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=1087385082676509760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/1087385082676509760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/1087385082676509760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-so-good.html' title='Not so good!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-7789137274931927070</id><published>2008-07-28T07:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:06:38.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Menu Plan Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday-July 28-August 3, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://orgjunkie.com/" mce_href="http://orgjunkie.com/"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img  src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/Orgjunkie/smallbutton.jpg " mce_src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/Orgjunkie/smallbutton.jpg " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last week was great again and dinner was on the table every night at around 6 or 6:30 as opposed to 7:30 or 8.  This is good because the kids aren't as cranky and they are more willing to try the dinner that is placed in front of them.  Anyway, here is the menu for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-Round Steak, Rice and Gravy with Baked Beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-Catalina Chicken with Mashed Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-Spaghetti and Meatballs, green beans and garlic bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-Breakfast night-Eggs and Bacon with toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-Mac and Cheese and Fishsticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://orgjunkie.com/"&gt;I'm an Organizing Junkie&lt;/a&gt; for more menu plans and organizing tips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-7789137274931927070?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7789137274931927070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=7789137274931927070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/7789137274931927070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/7789137274931927070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/menu-plan-monday-july-28-august-3-2008.html' title='Menu Plan Monday-July 28-August 3, 2008'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-4972953528555128651</id><published>2008-07-22T15:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:08:04.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waterpark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>Day 2 of Fun in the Sun</title><content type='html'>Today was our second day of Fun in the Sun!!!  I didn't really plan on being in the sun this much all in one week, but that is what happened.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went to the waterpark because I just realized that the waterpark will be closed during the week after August 8th.  With that in mind, we will be at the waterpark a lot in the next couple of weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really had a good time yesterday.  We started out at the wave pool which has a beach area and that got kinda crazy.  All Ryan wanted to do was run away from me.  So, we headed to the kiddie area.  The kids really have a blast in this area.  We stayed there for a little while and then we went in the lazy river.  I have finally found out what works to get two kids in the lazy river and not having any drownings.  They both had arm floaties and they both had rings around their waist.  We stayed in the lazy river for two and a half rounds.  That was pretty cool.  When we got out of the river, we were in the old kids area so we checked it out a bit.  Abby is still too young to play in this area, but I wanted to see what it was all about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan had a blast going down the "big" slide in the kiddie area.  The only things that went wrong were one time I put him down on the concrete.  He didn't have his footing just right and he fell and scraped his knee.  Then a bigger kid was not watching where he was going and pretty much ran over Ryan.  After that, Ryan had enough and decided that he wanted Momma to hold him the rest of the time.  Momma said "I don't think so!!  I think it is time to leave."  So off we went.  Of course, Abby didn't want to go.  By the time we walked to the car she was ready.  Of course, Ryan fell asleep on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was day 2.  We went to a friend's house for a pool party.  It was really fun.  Again, I put both kids in arm floaties and rings and it worked really well.  I had more luck this time with bringing two kids to the pool and not being stressed out.  Anyway, Abby did her own thing and Ryan was trying to do his own thing.  All Ryan wants to do is do what Abby is doing, so I have to separate them so that he doesn't see what she is doing.  Most of the time, he is not capable of doing what she does.  Anyway, Ryan and I found our groove after eating a bunch of snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more fun in the sun as our summer quickly comes to an end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS  I know that public schools start the first or second week of August, but my kids don't start school until September 1st.  We will have almost a whole month with pretty much nothing to do.  Even the free movies are finished the first week in August!!!  This will save a lot of money on gas, though!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-4972953528555128651?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4972953528555128651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=4972953528555128651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/4972953528555128651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/4972953528555128651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-2-of-fun-in-sun.html' title='Day 2 of Fun in the Sun'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-5714773309871925577</id><published>2008-07-22T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:12:01.366-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnyisms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>Help I have OCD</title><content type='html'>Hi!!! My name is Candice and I have a problem.  I have a terrible case of OCD.  I like to do things a certain way and if it doesn't go that way, I have trouble breathing.  I know it sounds crazy but it's true.  My house doesn't have to be in perfect order but certain things do have to be in a certain place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently, I am passing this on to my daughter.  We had visitors this weekend and she told her Paw-Paw that he needs to put the seat back down when he leaves the bathroom.  Now, this is the same girl that not even a week ago went to the potty and lifted up both seats.  She was about the fall into the toilet when I got there.  I asked her why she lifted them both up and she said,   "That's what AJ (her cousin) does!!!"  While that is true, my girl was holding on to the cabinet next to the toilet for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the OCD thing.  Papa folded some towels and I had to go and scream into a pillow.  While he did fold them, they have to be folded a certain way or they will not fit into the cabinet.  He sooooo did not fold them the right way.  Anyway, that's all I have for now.  Tune in next time and I will probably give you more OCD moments to laugh about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lata gata!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-5714773309871925577?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5714773309871925577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=5714773309871925577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5714773309871925577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5714773309871925577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-i-have-ocd.html' title='Help I have OCD'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-3494516811559536923</id><published>2008-07-22T14:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:02:05.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnyisms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character traits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>"Golf" of Mexico</title><content type='html'>I know that I didn't spell it like the body of water but I did that on purpose.  You see, Abby has this thing where she just makes up a name for something.  Her and Ryan have this set of toy golf clubs and they love to play with them.  Well, the other day she told me that she forgot to put away her golf of mexico.  Yes she said it just like that.  At first I didn't know what she was talking about until I looked outside and her golf set was out in the yard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, she was putting away her skates and she saw Papa's golf clubs.  "Momma, look!!  That is Papa's "golf" of Mexico."  Now you understand why I call her crazy girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-3494516811559536923?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3494516811559536923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=3494516811559536923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/3494516811559536923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/3494516811559536923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/golf.html' title='&quot;Golf&quot; of Mexico'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-700547779137672510</id><published>2008-07-20T20:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:02:16.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://orgjunkie.com/" mce_href="http://orgjunkie.com/"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img  src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/Orgjunkie/smallbutton.jpg " mce_src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/Orgjunkie/smallbutton.jpg " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week went pretty much according to the plan.  The only thing that we deviated from was the Red Beans and Rice so I will add that to the menu this week.  Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday---Red Beans and Rice with Sausage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday---Sloppy Joes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday---Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday---Szechuan Barbecue Chicken &lt;a href="http://mlobrecipes.blogspot.com/2008/04/szechuan-barbecue-chicken.html"&gt;(See Blue Momma's Post here.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday---Breakfast Night--French Toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday---Grilled Chicken &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday---Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loved the Breakfast Night so I will incorporate it into the weekly menu.  We will alternate between different breakfast foods to keep it lively.  Abby says that she pretends that she is eating at IHOP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-700547779137672510?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/700547779137672510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=700547779137672510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/700547779137672510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/700547779137672510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/menu-plan-monday_6166.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-1905965939264577546</id><published>2008-07-17T13:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T14:14:24.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Post</title><content type='html'>I wanted to try out the mobile blogging feature that is offered here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_88lc-7M4I0E/SH-VE8XuT0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8zKIFZYfmig/s1600-h/bm-image-786868.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_88lc-7M4I0E/SH-VE8XuT0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8zKIFZYfmig/s320/bm-image-786868.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224058004930711362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Watching Madagascar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-1905965939264577546?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1905965939264577546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=1905965939264577546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/1905965939264577546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/1905965939264577546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/multimedia-message.html' title='Weird Post'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_88lc-7M4I0E/SH-VE8XuT0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8zKIFZYfmig/s72-c/bm-image-786868.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-6500591051310458808</id><published>2008-07-14T21:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:01:19.237-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grocery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OK day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organizing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Structured Chaos</title><content type='html'>Does that make any sense???  Today was total chaos.  I let the kids make too many decisions and we ended up not doing much.  I started out the morning balancing the checkbook, then I moved on to laundry and a little bit of house cleaning.  I really did get a lot of work done before the kids woke up.  Actually, Ryan woke up before me but I didn't get him out of his bed until 7:30 when he was full on crying.  Not sure what is up with him, but he has been having some really weird poops lately.  (I know TMI, right)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we did our usual learning time and reading time but when we got to activity time, Abby couldn't make up her mind if she wanted to ride her bike or play in the backyard.  We ended up back in the house because we were all thirsty and I really didn't want to be out there in the first place.  (I had too much to do inside.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my nap break, I finished balancing the checkbook and get our finances in order for the rest of the month and made out my grocery list.  This took up pretty much the whole nap time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my spaghetti and meatball supper and just finished cleaning the kitchen and putting people to bed and now it's my turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-6500591051310458808?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6500591051310458808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=6500591051310458808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/6500591051310458808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/6500591051310458808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/structured-chaos.html' title='Structured Chaos'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-5615412157064376601</id><published>2008-07-13T13:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:52:49.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grocery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Menu Plan Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organizing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://orgjunkie.com/" mce_href="http://orgjunkie.com/"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img  src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/Orgjunkie/smallbutton.jpg " mce_src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/Orgjunkie/smallbutton.jpg " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided that I would join some other moms and start menu planning.  I have tried this in the past and I just gave up, but now I'm going to make a concerted effort and stick with it.  I did this last week and while it didn't save me much money in the grocery store, I will stick with it.  Hopefully, my grocery bill will start going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here goes our menu for the week.  If you see something that you would like the recipe for please post a comment and I will get it to you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday--Spaghetti and Meatballs and garlic bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday--Roast with Rice and Gravy (Paula Deen recipe), and some kind of vegetable (probably green beans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday--Red Beans and Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday--Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday--Breakfast Night at home (I will make either pancakes, waffles, or French Toast.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday--Tacos (We have company coming over and this is the easiest thing to cook, since they do not like to eat out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday--Mac &amp; Cheese and Fishsticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can remember to de-frost the roast.  Every time that decide to make a roast, I go to cook and the roast is still frozen.  Anyway, that's the plan.  Hopefully, this week will go as smoothly as last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-5615412157064376601?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5615412157064376601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=5615412157064376601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5615412157064376601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5615412157064376601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/menu-plan-monday.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-1452903528545517401</id><published>2008-07-12T16:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:15:56.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute commercial</title><content type='html'>This is my favorite commercial right now!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q5d9tedTHHo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q5d9tedTHHo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-1452903528545517401?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1452903528545517401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=1452903528545517401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/1452903528545517401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/1452903528545517401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/cute-commercial.html' title='Cute commercial'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-5644185541810546154</id><published>2008-07-11T12:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:45:29.319-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnyisms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>Stronger and Thicker</title><content type='html'>My girl just told me, "Hey mom, new clorox wipes are stronger and thicker AND they can clean anything."  Then she went and spilled a cup of water!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-5644185541810546154?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5644185541810546154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=5644185541810546154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5644185541810546154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5644185541810546154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/stronger-and-thicker.html' title='Stronger and Thicker'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-2579506587396672245</id><published>2008-07-10T16:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:27:18.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wacky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>What's up with that?</title><content type='html'>Last night was like any other normal night around here...OR WAS IT???  We ate supper, had some ice cream,  and got ready for bed just like usual.  The only thing different????  I'm still not sure.  The boys passed out...Eric went directly to bed at 9, he almost forgot to kiss the kids good night.  Ryan usually cries in his bed for at least 10-15 minutes, but not last night.  PASSED OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Abby and me, I cleaned up the kitchen and did some laundry.  Then I went to lay down in bed and guess what...WIDE WAKE!!!!  Since I couldn't sleep, I went into the living room to get my palm so that I could quietly play games in bed and I noticed that Abby was sitting up in her bed.  I went in to tell her to lay down and try to sleep and she told me that she was having a "Care Bear Birthday Party"  I so wanted to play that game with her but it was after 10 so I didn't want to go down that road.  It sure would have been fun, though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what the heck was wrong with us last night?  Were the stars out of line?  Maybe it had to do with Venus??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-2579506587396672245?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2579506587396672245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=2579506587396672245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/2579506587396672245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/2579506587396672245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-up-with-that.html' title='What&apos;s up with that?'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-5696778687109858191</id><published>2008-07-10T16:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:17:21.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naptime'/><title type='text'>Wow, That's a new record!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so for the most part Abby takes ok naps.  Sometimes it takes her a while and other times it just doesn't happen.  The one thing that I have learned with Abby is that I can't put her down too early.  By that I mean that she doesn't usually take a nap until 3 or later.  If I try to move naptime up at all, she doesn't take one.  But if we don't talk about it until around or after 3, we are ok and we end up sleeping.  Today, we learned, played games, and read books.  Not a very active day at all.  We read a book at 3 and then after the book, I told her that it was naptime.  I got the usual "I don't want too's" and the "I'll take a nap in a little while", and then I held her for a little while and we talked.  I told her that Mimi was taking her nap (I just got off the phone with her) and that if she took a nap at the same time as Mimi, she would dream about being with Mimi and playing with her.  After I put her down, I did some laundry and cleaned up a little, then headed upstairs to do some sewing (I'm trying to make some pants for me).  When I got upstairs, I put a timer on so that it would remind me to go and check on her to make sure that she was sleeping.  I set the timer for 4 and I just checked on her and she is SLEEPING!!!  That has got to be a record.  A little over 20 minutes.  YAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-5696778687109858191?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5696778687109858191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=5696778687109858191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5696778687109858191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5696778687109858191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow-thats-new-record.html' title='Wow, That&apos;s a new record!!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-2689151152089231237</id><published>2008-07-09T14:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T15:07:26.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our good day</title><content type='html'>Today was a really good day with Abby.  She was very pleasant.  I got frustrated with Ryan a lot today, but I kept my cool when talking to Abby.  This morning we had to meet with someone to give them our highchair.  I finally sold it on craigslist.  We needed to leave the house before 9:30 this morning.  I woke the kids up around 8:45 and told them, if they were good and brushed their teeth and got dressed without fussing, that we would go eat breakfast at Chick-Fil-A.  Nobody fussed to brush teeth and get dressed (we don't really have problems with this).  We left the house and got on the road.  Being really sweet, Abby helped me keep Ryan in line.  We met with the lady to give her the highchair and then we headed on to Chick-Fil-A.  We ate breakfast and nobody cried when we left without going into the play room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we headed to Wal-Mart to use the money that we got for the highchair to get Ryan a booster seat.  Abby and Ryan were really good listeners while we shopped at Wal-Mart.  I didn't even have to put Abby in the cart.  She stayed by me most of the time.  They were so good they even got to pick out which coloring book they wanted.  When we got home, we colored and played.  Then we outside to eat lunch and play a bit.  It was a little too hot to go outside but the kids really wanted to go out.  It was a really nice day (so far).  Now it is almost naptime and Abby has the "don't want's".  We will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-2689151152089231237?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2689151152089231237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=2689151152089231237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/2689151152089231237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/2689151152089231237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-good-day.html' title='Our good day'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-8985894311155232034</id><published>2008-07-09T14:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:41:46.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character traits'/><title type='text'>Is there a such thing???</title><content type='html'>Ok, here is the story...Ryan is a boy as I'm sure most of you know.  And most of you that have one of each know that boys are a differnet species.  It's not a bad thing but they are drastically different from girls.  In 18 short months, Ryan has gone from a person that could do nothing for himself to a little boy who gets hurt...a lot.  Last week, I noticed that one of his front teeth is chipped.  At first, I couldn't imagine how that had happened, but after thinking about it I remembered that about 2 or 3 months ago he was trying to help me with the laundry.  While trying to be helpful, he lost his balance and hit something (I couldn't tell if it was his chin or his mouth).  At the time, I thought that he had just bite his lip, but now I'm thinking that maybe he chipped his tooth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby didn't get hurt nearly as much of him and when she did she was sure to let me know, even if it wasn't that bad.  Ryan only cries when he gets hurt really bad, like the laundry incident.  The other day, Papa was playing with him and it got a little rough.  Well, he bit his tongue.  Now, you know that it hurts when you bite your tongue, but add in the chipped tooth and it had to really hurt.  He cried a lot and I held him close and rocked him.  All the while, trying to check and see if it would ever stop bleeding.  When the bleeding started to slow down, I could tell that he had a little slit on his tongue.  Ouch!!!  Anyway, back to the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a such thing as a macho-metro-sexual man???  If so, I'm probably raising him.  Hubby says that because he is with girls all day long he is bound to pick up some habits, but I'm not too sure about that.  I call Ryan my macho-metro-sexual little man.  He has macho tendency's, like vrooming cars on my legs when I'm trying to pee and wrecking cars into each other (I taught him that).  Then he has metro-sexual traits, such as when he falls down in the grass, he sticks his tongue out and says "UGH" actually it comes out more as an "EEEEEE".  Anyway, I'm doing my best to raise him just the way he is.  Hopefully, he won't turn out too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-8985894311155232034?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8985894311155232034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=8985894311155232034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8985894311155232034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8985894311155232034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-there-such-thing.html' title='Is there a such thing???'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-1385918487844031840</id><published>2008-07-07T16:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:10:23.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our crazy trip</title><content type='html'>So, I told you that we went to Louisiana this weekend and we had a good time.  What I didn't tell you is that on Thursday (the day that we left) at about the halfway mark along the trip, we realized that we forgot to put some bags in the truck.  These bags were already packed, but we just forgot to load them.  One of them was the bed for Ryan and the other was the toiletry bag.  You know one of the most important bags besides the clothes bag.  Well anyway, we had to stop along the way to get all of the little items that you need to keep yourself clean and groomed.  Silly, I know but it could only happen to us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-1385918487844031840?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1385918487844031840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=1385918487844031840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/1385918487844031840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/1385918487844031840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-crazy-trip.html' title='Our crazy trip'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-5325667291019158399</id><published>2008-07-07T15:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:56:53.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today went by so fast</title><content type='html'>We just returned from a visit to Louisiana.  We were there for my nephew, Anthony's 5th birthday party.  It was a really good time.  My sister rented a fun jump water slide for the weekend and the kids (and adults) went nuts.  It really was fun sliding like that.  I haven't done that in a long time.  Anyway, my mom recently got a brand new computer (and it is really nice) so she gave me her old laptop computer.  This is the most wonderful thing in the world.  I am a free woman now.  I can get on the computer any time I want without leaving the kids for an undetermined amount of time.  Right now, I am blogging in the living room while watching a tv show during naptime.  This is the best.  If it wasn't for the laptop, I would have to decide which one I wanted to do watch tv or do work on the computer.  AAAAAAHHHHHH freedom!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the show is over I will be going upstairs to the dungeon to sew.  The whole reason for the laptop is for sewing/embroidery purposes, but it doesn't hurt that I can check my email down here and look things up when I need to.  Anyway, I have a lot of sewing projects to catch up on.  I haven't sewn anything in a couple of weeks, because I was embroidering things and it is not easy to switch over from embroidery to sewing.  Hopefully it will be a little easier with the laptop because I won't have to move the sewing machine, I will only have to move the laptop.  Anyway, hopefully you will be hearing from me more often now.  (Not sure if that is a good thing for you, but.....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-5325667291019158399?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5325667291019158399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=5325667291019158399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5325667291019158399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5325667291019158399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-went-by-so-fast.html' title='Today went by so fast'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-8240761212608967978</id><published>2008-06-09T15:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:10:03.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freak-outs'/><title type='text'>WWYD????</title><content type='html'>Let me preface by saying that 9/11 really freaked me out.  I'm really cautious about doing things in public.  Not that I cut it out totally but I'm not happy about being in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, we decided to go shopping at the mall.  I think it is probably the third time that we have been to the mall since last May.  Anyway, we parked at the JCPenney entrance.  Mind you, I notice everything.  Before we parked, I noticed that a car was picking up a person with a stroller by the entrance, I didn't think anything of it.  As we were walking to the entrance,   the car passed in front of us and the people waved and said hello.  Then I look at where the car was and I see it still there, "THE STROLLER!!"  Now, as calmly as I can I start walking fast into the store and hubby is trailing behind me, Looking at me like I'm a crazy woman (which I am).  We walk all the way through JCPenney and hubby asks if I'm running a marathon.  I tell him discretely that it disturbed me that those people told us hi and that they left their stroller outside of JCPenney.  I made him wait a while before going back through JCPenney (actually we ate supper at the food court which is a ways from JCP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, nothing bad happened because I'm still here and you didn't hear about it on the news but I'm curious....In this post 9/11 world, would something like this freak you out???  Let me know what you think and if something similar has happened to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-8240761212608967978?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8240761212608967978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=8240761212608967978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8240761212608967978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8240761212608967978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/wwyd.html' title='WWYD????'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-632401642094275125</id><published>2008-06-08T18:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:45:06.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartoons &amp; Pimps!!!</title><content type='html'>I know....What is she talking about???  Well, has anyone noticed that on Handy Manny, Manny never pays Kelly for the things that he buys from her????  And no ever pays Manny for fixing things...Conspiracy, huh??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-632401642094275125?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/632401642094275125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=632401642094275125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/632401642094275125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/632401642094275125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/cartoons-pimps.html' title='Cartoons &amp; Pimps!!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-7331140068035246795</id><published>2008-05-28T07:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T07:29:04.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My six random things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I guess it is not so random when you have to sit down and think about them.  I just didn't want to write something that was on someone else's random list.  Anyway, here goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1-I am so not a neat freak.  My house is rarely "clean".  I clean as I go.  If the floor looks really bad I will sweep and hope that I don't have to mop it.  I am definitely not a "slob" but with two kids how long can it stay really clean.  I feel like the minute that I'm finished cleaning, it is dirty again and I will not spend my entire life just cleaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2-I love to make clothes.  I would love to learn how to make other things like bows, etc. but I'm just not that coordinated.  When I go shopping (if I go shopping for clothing either for me or my children), I look at the clothes to see which ones I could make (and usually it is all of them). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3-My favorite tv shows are Lost, Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters, and Grey's Anatomy.  There are others but those are the ones on my DVR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4-I am not the best parent but I do what works for me.  I am too hard on Abby and too soft on Ryan.  I can't find the balance, but I'm working on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5-Abby is just like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt; We are both claustrophobic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.  She gets into a panic if you try to squeeze her too tight.  I, on the other hand, have come close to knocking her out when she tried to kiss me.  She was really close to my face and it was very disturbing.  I explained to her that she needs to ask if she is just going to randomly kiss me.  I know that sounds crazy but I keeps us all sane and injury free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;6-Ok now this one is really crazy.  The only thing that I can drink out of a glass is milk.  Not sure why but water, kool-aid and soda  do not taste right when I drink them out of a glass.  They must be consumed in a plastic cup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know you waited so long for those and I'm sure it was just killing you, right.  I promise there is more randomness and if anyone else wants to know about them just let me know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I tag &lt;a href="http://my2suns-lifewiththeboys.blogspot.com/"&gt;My2Suns&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mommydeuce.blogspot.com/"&gt;mommydeuce&lt;/a&gt; and anyone else that feels they would like to contribute to the randomness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-7331140068035246795?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7331140068035246795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=7331140068035246795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/7331140068035246795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/7331140068035246795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-six-random-things.html' title='My six random things'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-5191750048562180719</id><published>2008-04-07T21:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:30:17.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first real dose of tornadic weather</title><content type='html'>Ok, some background here.  I should have been a storm chaser.  I love bad weather.  When we lived in Louisiana, I actually wished that a hurricane would turn toward us.  Not in a bad way, but I wanted to feel all the wind and rain.  If hurricane Rita wouldn't have hit at night, I so would have been out there in the middle of it.  (I know you are thinking that I'm crazy, right!!)  Anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, we had bad weather.  I think everyone had bad weather on Friday.  Well, Abby and I had an appointment to get our hair cut.  We leave the house and it is just cloudy.  We drive out of our neighborhood and lightning starts crashing all around us like in the movie "War of the Worlds."  While I do not want to get struck by lightning, I'm not really that scared of it (remember there is a storm chaser in me somewhere).  Ladeeda, we are driving along and it starts raining.  Cool, I love rain.  A few minutes later, it starts HAILING.  Small HAIL, but nonetheless HAIL.  The sky turns yellow and the sirens at the fire station start going off.  POOPIN' IN MY PANTS NOW!!!  Meanwhile, I'm listening to the radio and they are saying that everyone in the mall should be "IN A SAFE PLACE."  I'm in my truck and we are in the vicinity of the mall.  I'M NOT IN A SAFE PLACE.  So, What do I do???  I FRRRREEEEAAAAKKKK OUT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn the truck around and head back home.  Screw the hair cut, I didn't want to have to hunker down in a ditch with my 3 1/2 year old daughter.  Wouldn't that have been a good headline???  Local mom rides out tornado in ditch with daughter!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some pics of the clouds when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/R_rkZAVIXbI/AAAAAAAAADs/DKFoArB-Sco/s1600-h/clouds3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/R_rkZAVIXbI/AAAAAAAAADs/DKFoArB-Sco/s320/clouds3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186709039107038642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/R_rkZQVIXdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0vOOqTOmhKc/s1600-h/clouds5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/R_rkZQVIXdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0vOOqTOmhKc/s320/clouds5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186709043402005970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/R_rkZAVIXcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hbxwkEMiarA/s1600-h/clouds6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/R_rkZAVIXcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hbxwkEMiarA/s320/clouds6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186709039107038658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/R_rkZQVIXeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cnVXqnfiq5M/s1600-h/clouds7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/R_rkZQVIXeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cnVXqnfiq5M/s320/clouds7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186709043402005986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Side Note:  About half an hour after these pictures were taken, the UPS man delivered a package to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-5191750048562180719?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5191750048562180719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=5191750048562180719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5191750048562180719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5191750048562180719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-first-real-dose-of-tornadic-weather.html' title='Our first real dose of tornadic weather'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/R_rkZAVIXbI/AAAAAAAAADs/DKFoArB-Sco/s72-c/clouds3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-8505946918048169979</id><published>2008-04-07T21:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:51:12.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Lizards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/R_rcyAVIXaI/AAAAAAAAADk/i4Wz13_c-7M/s1600-h/Lizards1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/R_rcyAVIXaI/AAAAAAAAADk/i4Wz13_c-7M/s320/Lizards1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186700672510746018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I see when I opened my blinds the other day!!!  No discretion!!!  I guess I can expect more lizards crawling around in Abby's playhouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-8505946918048169979?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8505946918048169979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=8505946918048169979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8505946918048169979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8505946918048169979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/nasty-lizards.html' title='Nasty Lizards'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/R_rcyAVIXaI/AAAAAAAAADk/i4Wz13_c-7M/s72-c/Lizards1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-5523352906634024104</id><published>2008-04-03T21:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:39:09.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I learned about myself through my children</title><content type='html'>I love the rain.  Whenever it rains, Abby can't wait to stand in it.  At first I thought she was nuts, but now I know she gets it from me.  When we first moved here, Abby and her Papa went to Home Depot to get some things for the house.  While they were in the store, it started to rain outside.  They had to run from the store to the truck and of course got wet in the process.  She still remembers this day as vividly as when it happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I, along with my 3 other peeps, quote movies entirely too much.  Our family dialogue  sounds like a montage of different movies.  Some adult movies and a lot of kids movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My friends say I talk funny.  Sometimes, I am speaking normally and sometimes I really do speak another language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm not a good friend.  I haven't really had many friends in my life so I guess I don't know how to be one.  Abby has so many friends and she is just 2, but then again she usually pushes her friends around or breaks her toys when she gets together with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I have numerous pet peeves.  Too many to write here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I don't appreciate things or people like I should.  When people offer to help me, I usually decline because of selfish reasons.  Most of the time, its because I usually don't finish a task completely before moving on to the next one.  I think I have a touch of ADHD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm not good at sharing, and as a result I have a hard time teaching this to my children.  When Abby was first born, I didn't want anyone else to watch her besides daycare and me.  If I couldn't be with her, I surely didn't want anyone else to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I feel overwhelmed sometimes just being alive.  Does that make sense??  I started reading "The Purpose Driven Life"  and I just don't get it.  Am I the only one???  I thought that the book was supposed to answer questions for us not give us more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is a really weird post but I feel really weird right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doucet, out!!!!  (From the movie, "Meet the Fockers!!!") (I love Ben Stiller!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-5523352906634024104?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5523352906634024104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=5523352906634024104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5523352906634024104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5523352906634024104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-i-learned-about-myself-through.html' title='Things I learned about myself through my children'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-3631125774267400151</id><published>2008-04-02T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:50:31.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>Why is it just as Abby is sort of calming down from the "terrible two's", Ryan picks up where she left off?  Although, Ryan is the second he still throws me for a loop.  Especially, when he knows he's not supposed to be doing something and then pitches a fit when I correct him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dude loves the trash can.  Ours has a lid on it and he will constantly lift the lid and take things out of the trash can.  Why are kids attracted to gross or harmful things???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day at Publix, he threw a fit because he saw the "car cart" and I didn't put him in it.  There is one particular car cart that doesn't have a buckle.  On this particular day, that was the only car cart available and I didn't want to use it.  He cried so loud throughout Publix that the guy in the bakery dept. came and gave him a cookie.  It made him feel better, so that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anymore tantrums right now, so I will write about them some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-3631125774267400151?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3631125774267400151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=3631125774267400151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/3631125774267400151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/3631125774267400151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-9040830609384152067</id><published>2008-03-16T23:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:33:07.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs</title><content type='html'>Every so often, I go through a phase where I absolutely love certain songs.  I remember a couple of years ago, I was sitting in my cube (cubicle) at work and discussing different music with my co-worker/friend M.  We loved a few songs that were out at the time and made a mixed CD (kinda like a mixed tape, remember those)!!!  Well, I pulled out this CD the other day and laughed my butt off.  Just to name a few of the songs, there was Lean Back-Terror Squad, Lose Control-Missy Elliott, Sugar (Gimme Some)-Trick Daddy, Switch-Will Smith, and Candy Shop-50 Cent.  These are just a few of the songs that we would sing and dance to in our cubes.  Yes, I admit it I love rap music.  Who wouldn't????  Even my mom has a mixed tape (yes, an actual cassette tape) of random music such as Jump Around, and Can't Touch This.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for music probably started at a very young age of 3 or 4 when my mom enrolled me in dance class.  When I was a little older, my mom and I would play a game in the car.  She would have me guess who the singer was.  Most of the time, I would get it right.  Yay, me!!!  BTW, I plan on doing this with my kids as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, is one of those phases that I mentioned earlier.  My absolute favorite band in the whole entire world is Matchbox 20, followed closely by the band Train.  Matchbox 20 recently came back with a new album after a very long break.  A couple of weekends ago, Abby and I went out to dinner with &lt;a href="http://followingkate.blogspot.com"&gt;Following Kate&lt;/a&gt;.  On the way home, I hear Abby mumbling in the backseat.  It couldn't be because I have the radio as loud as it could go, right??  Well, she is singing!!!  My dream of singing in the car with my girl has finally happened.  She was singing, "Let's see how far we've come!!!"  Not only was she singing a song that I really like, but she was singing a MB20 song.  Will she be a fan just like me???  I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she sings everything.  The same night that she sang MB20, she asked me a very important question.  "Mommy, does Papa like the 'Low, Low, Low' song???"  I had to break her heart and tell her that Papa doesn't like the "Low, Low, Low" song, but that she should probably ask him.  Of course, Papa doesn't like that song, Papa likes Nickelback and country songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in analyzing my MB20 obsession, I have come to a very grim realization.  My favorite songs by them is Rest Stop.  This is a song about a girl who stops the car at a rest stop and tells her boyfriend/husband that she doesn't really care about him anymore.  What does that say about me?  I really do love my husband but this is a really good song.  Should I be worried???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough thoughts to ponder.  I almost forgot to tell you what is on my current playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low-Flo Rida&lt;br /&gt;How Far We've Come- Matchbox 20&lt;br /&gt;Love Song-Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy-Fergie&lt;br /&gt;See you Again-Miley Cyrus (love her music, not so much her dad)&lt;br /&gt;Apologize-One Republic/Timbaland&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Justin Timberlake needs to bring Sexy Back, again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, no peeps this time, but it is very late or early in the morning.  Need. Some. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;See Ya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-9040830609384152067?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9040830609384152067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=9040830609384152067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/9040830609384152067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/9040830609384152067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/songs.html' title='Songs'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-6544461878979097091</id><published>2008-02-18T15:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:29:53.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Website</title><content type='html'>Well, I know that I haven't kept up with my blog lately but I have just been very busy trying to get a new website going.  I have opened up &lt;a href="http://www.ladydoos.com"&gt;Ladydoos&lt;/a&gt; to make customized clothing, gifts, and accessories for children.  The website is nowhere near complete but there are a few things up there for you to browse through.  We also have embroidery and monogramming capabilities for those of you who love to personalize your children's items.  If there is something that you would like to see that we do not currently show, then please contact us and let us know.  We look forward to hearing from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-6544461878979097091?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6544461878979097091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=6544461878979097091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/6544461878979097091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/6544461878979097091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-website.html' title='New Website'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-4456566675443681906</id><published>2008-01-30T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:42:48.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Goldfish and other tales from the kids world</title><content type='html'>Well, to start out with (cause I know that you are wondering about the Green Goldfish thing), Ryan loves goldfish and pretty much everything else that you could put in your mouth.  But he really does love the goldfish.  Anyway, the last time that I went grocery shopping I bought the colorful goldfish.  Everytime that I give him goldfish for his snack he picks out all the other colors and eats them except for the green ones.  Actually, one time he started throwing the green ones on the floor.  How funny is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We had snow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/R6EIZAbiIjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9YHV5zg8s98/s1600-h/DSC02256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/R6EIZAbiIjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9YHV5zg8s98/s320/DSC02256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161415873648534066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was the kids first snow.  They had a blast.  Ryan kept falling in the snow and getting his pants all wet so we had to go in and change clothes.  This was the result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/R6EKDgbiIkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BuM2cbx5ypw/s1600-h/DSC02250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/R6EKDgbiIkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BuM2cbx5ypw/s320/DSC02250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161417703304602178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda funny!!!!  We had a blast in the snow.  I almost cried when it stopped snowing.  It was so beautiful.  I wish it would snow every day even if it has to be cold all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I am writing this while talking on the phone. So if it doesn't make any sense that would be why.  Anyway, I hear my peeps so I gotta go.  Talk to you later!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-4456566675443681906?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4456566675443681906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=4456566675443681906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/4456566675443681906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/4456566675443681906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/green-goldfish-and-other-tales-from.html' title='Green Goldfish and other tales from the kids world'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/R6EIZAbiIjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9YHV5zg8s98/s72-c/DSC02256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-6187532301224664477</id><published>2007-12-18T17:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:45:31.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling Avon</title><content type='html'>I just recently started selling Avon.  I wanted to earn a few extra dollars to help pay for things that we don't need (i.e. fabric and things for sewing).   LOL!!!  I just wanted to put this out there so that if anyone is interested in buying or selling Avon you know where to look.  This is my Avon &lt;a href="www.youravon.com/cdoucet"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; or you can email me at &lt;a href="ladydoos@bellsouth.net"&gt;ladydoos@bellsouth.net&lt;/a&gt;.  I hope to hear from you if you need any products or beauty advice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-6187532301224664477?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6187532301224664477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=6187532301224664477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/6187532301224664477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/6187532301224664477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/selling-avon.html' title='Selling Avon'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-255873032097476739</id><published>2007-12-05T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T09:45:21.873-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnyisms'/><title type='text'>A Little Captain in Me</title><content type='html'>You know the commercial right.  Where the guys are drinking Captain Morgan and they put their leg up on something.  Well, I was talking to hubby one day and I had my leg like that.  Abby was watching me so she asked why I was standing like that.  I said, "I have a little captain in me!"  This blew her mind, so she came up to me and proceeded to search me.  She was trying to find the little captain!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-255873032097476739?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/255873032097476739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=255873032097476739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/255873032097476739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/255873032097476739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-captain-in-me.html' title='A Little Captain in Me'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-3055898855408025554</id><published>2007-10-19T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T17:18:56.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Years</title><content type='html'>This is not the sort of thing that I write about often but it is on my mind today and I just had to write a post about it.  9 years ago today, my father passed away.  Although it has gotten easier to deal with there are still some things that you just can't help but think about.  I'm so sad that I didn't get a chance (forgot) to visit his grave while we were in Louisiana over the weekend.  We were so wrapped up with trying to visit everyone and have a party for Abby that we could that it just got pushed to the back burner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things in your life that happen and you think, that just can't be a coincidence.  Like for instance, Abby was born on the last day of October.  When she was born, all I could think about was that Daddy wanted us to have something to look forward to in the month of October, not just to remember his death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have more to write about but I here my peeps.  Guess I gotta go be a mom!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-3055898855408025554?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3055898855408025554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=3055898855408025554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/3055898855408025554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/3055898855408025554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/9-years.html' title='9 Years'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-8040791884709716087</id><published>2007-09-24T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T08:14:24.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile, Again!!!!</title><content type='html'>We just returned from a week at my mom's house.  We all had a really good time.  At first, Abby was nice to her cousin, AJ, but toward the end of the week they were at each others throat!!!  It was my fault though.  We had slumber parties... one night it was at AJ's house and the next night it was at Mimi's house.  I think that they just spent too much time together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the slumber party at Mimi's house, while they were talking in bed, waiting for Mimi to bring them their "people" to sleep with.  I overheard AJ say that if Mimi didn't have to take chemo, she would go alot faster.  Speaking of that, when Abby first saw Mimi with her scarf on she was a little confused.  She knew that it was Mimi but didn't know where her hair went.  She is still talking about that.  She said that Mimi has sparklies on her head, cause there is still a light layer of hair (kinda like if you don't shave your legs).  Abby had a good time putting Mimi's turban on her head.  Then finally she asked Mimi, "Why does Mimi have no hair?" Sha baby!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ really enjoyed Ryan, too.  Ryan is his only boy cousin, so they have a little bit in common to start out with.  We went to the bowling alley one day and while I was helping Abby bowl, AJ was looking after Ryan.  He was really helping me out.  Only Abby would freak out when Ryan got anywhere near the approach.  (I think that is what it is called.)  Abby bowled a 45 (with my help).  I think that she had a good time, only a 10 frames of bowling is a little long for a 3 and 4 year old.  They got tired about halfway through, so I did more bowling than I thought I would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, and the long trip home, we got to spend the whole weekend with Papa.  We really had a fun weekend with him.  We got our Direct TV system put in on Saturday.  I really haven't gotten a chance to play with it except for recording a movie for Abby (which we didn't watch yet), but from what I have seen Papa do with it was pretty cool.  There special included the NFL Sunday Ticket and he was watching 8 football games on the screen yesterday.  I thought that was pretty cool.  Not that I would be able to pay attention enough to watch 8 football games but it is cool for him.  Even the HD is so much better than with Charter.  When I canceled Charter, they asked me why I was leaving and I told them that we had just installed Direct TV and she asked me why.  I told her that basically I didn't want to pay them for stuff that really didn't work all the time.  So then she backed off asking why we didn't want to get our telephone through Charter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of the rant, wasn't I talking about the wonderful weekend that we spent with Papa.  We really didn't do much of anything but we spent alot of quality time together.  Last night, I was changing Ryan's diaper and he kept rubbing his eyes.  I asked Papa what time it was.  Well with our Direct TV box we no longer have a clock on the box, so he had to look at his watch.  Before he could tell me what time it was, Abby runs into the room and says its 8 o'clock.  Papa looks at his watch and says she is correct to the minute.  It was exactly 8 o'clock.  Crazy girl!!!  But I'm not so sure it was a coincidence.  She is pretty right about a lot of things but I can't say that she knows how to tell time.  Maybe she has an internal clock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my peeps are about to wake up.  Gotta go be a mom!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-8040791884709716087?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8040791884709716087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=8040791884709716087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8040791884709716087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8040791884709716087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-awhile-again.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile, Again!!!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-5291706007329161170</id><published>2007-09-14T17:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:33:02.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile!!!</title><content type='html'>I know that all of you out there are dying to know what I have been doing since the last time.  Really not that much at all.  I have been trying not to get on the computer.  How hard is that??  VERY!!  I check my email but that is pretty much it.  Just trying to hang out with the kids more.  More than that, the kids have not really done much of anything spectacular lately.  Abby is still loving Playschool.  Ryan is still getting into everything.  I really did a hardcore cleaning of my house this week while Abby was at school, but like mommydeuce said it doesn't last long.  Anyway, I hear my peeps (along with the hubby).  I think they might want something so I gotta go be a mom, now.  Latta!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-5291706007329161170?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5291706007329161170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=5291706007329161170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5291706007329161170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5291706007329161170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile!!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-8831726248343641713</id><published>2007-09-04T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:35:45.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So what have you been doing today?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/Rt3AuYcLAcI/AAAAAAAAACs/G5nBMmYGHc8/s1600-h/DSC01685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/Rt3AuYcLAcI/AAAAAAAAACs/G5nBMmYGHc8/s320/DSC01685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106449455575138754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was Abby's first day at Playschool!!!  After dropping her off this morning, I came home and immediately started housework.  After cleaning both bathrooms, doing laundry, and playing with Ryan, this is what I have to show for it.  I think that I must have stolen everyone in our neighborhood's towels.  If I have your towel in my pile, I'm very sorry.  Now it's time to fold the towels.  How come folding them is not as much fun as throwing them in this cool pile?  Anyway, its nap time so I need to either go sew my dress or fold these towels.  Which one would you rather do????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-8831726248343641713?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8831726248343641713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=8831726248343641713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8831726248343641713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8831726248343641713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-what-have-you-been-doing-today.html' title='So what have you been doing today?????'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/Rt3AuYcLAcI/AAAAAAAAACs/G5nBMmYGHc8/s72-c/DSC01685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-6576150322979308717</id><published>2007-09-03T14:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T15:12:05.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripped off!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RtxlBIcLAaI/AAAAAAAAACc/Y-Exhxh65Eo/s1600-h/August+2007+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RtxlBIcLAaI/AAAAAAAAACc/Y-Exhxh65Eo/s320/August+2007+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106067147651219874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RtxlBocLAbI/AAAAAAAAACk/x8pXJgBzVxk/s1600-h/August+2007+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RtxlBocLAbI/AAAAAAAAACk/x8pXJgBzVxk/s320/August+2007+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106067156241154482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to say the least, our shower is up and it is really pretty.  The reason that we put in a new tile shower is that our previous shower had a leak.  We don't know where the leak was but the plumbing company told us that they would have to remove the shower in order to fix the leak.  Well, not knowing anything about showers or plumbing for that matter, we decided that we didn't want to deal with the leak any longer, so we had them come "rip out" the old shower.  (I mean literally rip it out.  The "tile guy" had to do so much repair work that he couldn't even believe it.)  When they gave us a quote on what a new tile shower would cost us, my first thought was that seems pretty reasonable to me.  But again, I know nothing about showers, tile, or plumbing.  Needless to say, it was a big ordeal all around (for us, for tile guy who didn't even know the plumber but said that he would never do a job for him again, it was that bad).  Anyway, hubby got a call from the "tile guy" one day after the job was finished.  "Tile guy" wanted to know if we had paid the plumbers yet, because the plumber promised him that he would get his money after he completed the job and he still hadn't gotten paid.  Well, he told hubby what he would have charged us.  He would have charged us less than $1000, but the plumber charged us $4000 and then wanted more since the "tile guy" had to do all that extra work.  After that the plumber, wouldn't pay the "tile guy" the extra money for the extra work that he did.  This really makes me mad cause the only "work" that the plumbing company did for us was "ripping out" the shower.  Anyway, lesson learned.  DO NOT WORK WITH MIDDLE MEN.  IF YOU NEED SOMETHING GO STRAIGHT TO WHOEVER MAKES IT OR DOES IT.  Well that's enough for today.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go be a mom!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-6576150322979308717?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6576150322979308717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=6576150322979308717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/6576150322979308717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/6576150322979308717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/09/ripped-off.html' title='Ripped off!!!!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RtxlBIcLAaI/AAAAAAAAACc/Y-Exhxh65Eo/s72-c/August+2007+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-449667909574682211</id><published>2007-08-30T16:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:53:35.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day!!!  We left this morning to do a little shopping and to meet Abby's playschool teacher.  We went to ToysRus (my favorite store)  and I finally (i know it is only August) finished buying Christmas and Birthday presents for my children and my nephew.  All I have left is my niece and the adults.  Yay, me!!!!  Anyway, Abby didn't pee in her panties.  Everybody listened to me and nobody disobeyed me.  Yay, me, again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby met her playschool teacher today and had a great time (only twenty minutes).  She almost didn't want to leave.  I think that she thought she was going to school today, but she doesn't start until Tuesday.  I think that I'm ready for her to spend a little time away from me.  This will do both of us some good.  Hopefully she will regain her respect for me and I will hopefully not get frustrated so easily with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting her teacher, the only way that I could get her to leave with me was to take her to her all time favorite restaurant, Johnny Rockets.  We ate, had milkshakes and left.  Nobody got hurt or made Mommy crazy.  Ryan actually ate real food today.  Crazy momma forgot to bring a jar of baby food for him.  This turned out not to be a bad thing.  Yay, me #3!!!  He loved the chicken strips and fries that me and Abby were sharing.  When we got home, everyone napped great (except for Ryan, who 30 minutes after I put him down started crying because of the thunderstorm that was crashing outside his window).  He is forgiven though, I was even scared cause the thunder was that loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyone is up and running so I gotta go be a mom!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-449667909574682211?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/449667909574682211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=449667909574682211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/449667909574682211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/449667909574682211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-day.html' title='Great Day!!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-2863332155167364119</id><published>2007-08-29T14:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:30:13.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One accident in the closet!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, of course, we had an accident today.  No, not again, you already peed 3 times in an hour (in the potty).  Except this time, it was in her closet.  No, we don't have big closets.  They are just the right size for clothes.  Except when you remove all her toys from the floor of the closet, then she thinks it is ok to go in there and shine her flashlight.  Which I have no problem with, right!!!  Except when she comes out of the closet saying that she peed.  I was laughing too much inside to fuss her this time for peeing in her panties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-2863332155167364119?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2863332155167364119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=2863332155167364119' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/2863332155167364119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/2863332155167364119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-accident-in-closet.html' title='One accident in the closet!!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-138879751674885349</id><published>2007-08-24T06:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T07:09:21.730-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat'/><title type='text'>Traumatized</title><content type='html'>Well as most of you know, we are getting a new shower.  Well, since last Wednesday, there has been a hole in my wall (literally), where the shower used to be.  I had noticed that my cat was snooping around to see what that was all about.  Well, apparently she thought it was a nice, new, cozy, hiding spot.  When "tile guy" showed up yesterday, I didn't even see the cat run.  (Of course, she is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;y cat.  She runs from most strangers that come to our house.)  Well, they took a break for lunch and left.  Well, I am running through the house pulling apart every hiding place that she could possibly know of.  And wouldn't you know...  I go in the bathroom and I'm very quiet...  Then I hear it.....  very low, very softly...  meow.  The damn cat is underneath the bathtub and "tile guy" already covered the wall with backerboard.   So, needless to say, when they came home from lunch I made them take the backerboard off so that I could get my freaky cat.  This turned out not to be an easy task, as now with all hammering and loud noises, she is really freaked and doesn't want to come out.  Of course, she is in a spot that I can't just reach and grab her.  the only thing that I can think of is to poke her, but what could be long enough to reach behind my tub.  Oh, yeah the tape measure that she is afraid of!!!!  I grab the tape measure and proceed to poke her with it and soon I see a streak of gray flash past me.  I ask if that was her and then proceed to apologize profusely to "tile guy". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, I must tell you about the other freaky thing that happened to my cat.  One day, I had a Wal-Mart bag just lying on the floor.  Of course, cats are curious but mine is also cautious.  She slowly sneaks up to the bag and pokes her head inside.  Me, being the mean cat momma that I am, I grab the other end of the bag.  This really freaks her out and she turns around in the bag to run out of it.  Well, she gets the handle stuck around her neck.  Even more freaked out, she is running at full speed around my house, like a mad cat, with this plastic bag around her neck.  The faster she runs, the more noise the bag makes and freaks her out even more.  Eventually, she goes under our bed to hide (her other safest hiding spot, beside under the tub) and the bag falls off.  I guarantee that if I could have gotten this on video, we would have won all the money.  Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is my freaky cat story for the day.  Hope you enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-138879751674885349?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/138879751674885349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=138879751674885349' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/138879751674885349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/138879751674885349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/traumatized.html' title='Traumatized'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-83822252607190603</id><published>2007-08-21T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:31:05.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When he looks at me</title><content type='html'>When he looks at me, he makes everything in my life except him disappear.  Of course, this is our special time.  Just me and Ryan.  Abby is supposed to be taking her nap, but she probably isn't.  I know that I really need to cherish those special looks because soon he will be a toddler and as I know all to well will not look at me and just smile.  It is such a satisfying gesture because I didn't do anything silly, he is just smiling and thanking me for being his mother and holding him.  Such a happy baby.  Usually, those special glances are reserved only for sista, but sometimes just sometimes Mommy gets them too.  Yay, Mommy.  As I'm writing this he thinks that I'm playing peek-a-boo with him.  When I look at the monitor and then look back at him, he laughs hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the big boy decided to do yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RstnNocLAZI/AAAAAAAAABU/Yq-NhdAHRUg/s1600-h/8-20-07-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RstnNocLAZI/AAAAAAAAABU/Yq-NhdAHRUg/s320/8-20-07-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101284486818759058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess that he wanted whatever was at the bottom of the box. &lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go be a mom.&lt;br /&gt;Lata gata!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-83822252607190603?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/83822252607190603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=83822252607190603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/83822252607190603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/83822252607190603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-he-looks-at-me.html' title='When he looks at me'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RstnNocLAZI/AAAAAAAAABU/Yq-NhdAHRUg/s72-c/8-20-07-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-5996096985356965651</id><published>2007-08-17T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:15:53.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesame Street</title><content type='html'>Has anybody noticed the new format on Sesame Street?  I love it.  I will even sit down and watch it with Abby.  It looks like they are gearing it more toward learning the basics of reading.  I am trying to teach her the basics of reading right now, which is pretty cool.  We usually watch Between the Lions to get our reading fix for the day.  Now, we can watch both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we read the book, "A Great Day For Up."  She now knows how to read the word up.  They only had the word "up" written about three or four times on each page.  I think that this is really great being that she isn't even three yet.  Anyway, who doesn't think that their child is the smartest, fastest, and prettiest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-5996096985356965651?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5996096985356965651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=5996096985356965651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5996096985356965651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5996096985356965651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/sesame-street.html' title='Sesame Street'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-8408455825320947949</id><published>2007-08-17T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:10:16.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been waiting all day</title><content type='html'>For the tile guy, that is.  It is now 8 pm and no has shown up today.  I thought you told me that he would be here first thing in the morning.  I even called back to find out what first thing in the morning meant.  At 11 am, I called to find out where the tile guy was and have received no response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How frustrating is this?  Since Wednesday, we have no shower, which means there is a hole in the wall of our bathroom.  I guess more showers in the kids bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of that.  I have a tribute to mommadrool and her mafia.  Yesterday, we were all upset because we didn't want to sit on the potty.  So, we made up a special tune.  It goes to the beat of Hamma Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put cha hands in the air&lt;br /&gt;like ya just don't care cause it's&lt;br /&gt;"Potty time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potty time is interchangeable with :    "Not Cryin Time"  (for Ryan)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                      "Suppa Time"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                      "Diapa Time"  (also for Ryan)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-8408455825320947949?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8408455825320947949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=8408455825320947949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8408455825320947949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8408455825320947949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-been-waiting-all-day.html' title='I&apos;ve been waiting all day'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-6896144778978753242</id><published>2007-08-16T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T17:24:55.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet hair, chewing on books, and Train Rides (Oh and the childrens' museum)</title><content type='html'>No, none of these topics have anything to do with each other.  This is just what is on my mind right now.  Every time that Abby takes a nap, she wakes up with soaking wet hair.  Now you might say that it is because it is 100+ degrees outside, but no.  This will happen even in the dead of winter.  She just sweats this much when she sleeps.  She has done it since she was a baby.  It is my cue to put my children to sleep.  Even Ryan will get a hot head when he is sleepy.  He even started sweating when he sleeps too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Children's Museum in Tuscaloosa today.  Abby had a great time.  She even shared and played with other children.  No ldeuce1103 it wasn't like Night at the Museum, much to my disappointment.  I was really looking forward to the dinosaur fetching the bone and meeting King Tut.  But we had a good time anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for chewing on books...  I never knew that they tasted so good.  Apparently Ryan thinks so because every time we go upstairs (where my bookshelf is), he literally chews on them.  And of course he likes the paperback ones, cause I find bits and pieces of paper in his mouth or on his chin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally Train Rides...  I was thinking of taking a train ride home to visit my family.  I thought that this would be a great idea and we would have lots of fun.  Well, I checked out the Amtrak website and when I saw the price, I said "Wow, that's cheap!!"  I would only have to pay for me and Abby and the total price round trip was $162.  You can't even drive there under $200, with gas prices so high and lunch and all.  Anyway, sounds great, right!!  Yeah, well this is where I tell you that I could walk there faster than I would arrive by train.  The train would leave here at noon and get to New Orleans at 7:30 pm.  A total of 7 hours and 20 minutes.  (And I'm still not home.)  Oh, I didn't mention that I would have to stay overnight in New Orleans because the train from New Orleans to home wouldn't leave until noon the next day.  Isn't that crazy???  I would love to do the train ride thing but with two kids and all alone, I don't need to stay in New Orleans.  It never really was that safe to begin with.  We just always went there to drink and eat and shop (or browse). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is your daily update and it was brought to you today by the letter D and the number 5.  Can anyone tell me how to get to Sesame Street??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, Gotta go be a mom!!  Love Ya,&lt;br /&gt;Candi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-6896144778978753242?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6896144778978753242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=6896144778978753242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/6896144778978753242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/6896144778978753242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/wet-hair-chewing-on-books-and-train.html' title='Wet hair, chewing on books, and Train Rides (Oh and the childrens&apos; museum)'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-2733876947189282929</id><published>2007-08-16T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T17:04:59.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics I love!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RsTJ64cLAUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XJS39e3sMyY/s1600-h/DSC01642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RsTJ64cLAUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XJS39e3sMyY/s320/DSC01642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099422691510387010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RsTJ8YcLAVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/s5Ce8va8mNI/s1600-h/DSC01607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RsTJ-4cLAYI/AAAAAAAAABM/UAtajHYhfqc/s320/DSC01651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099422760229863810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-2733876947189282929?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2733876947189282929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=2733876947189282929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/2733876947189282929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/2733876947189282929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-pics-i-love.html' title='New Pics I love!!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RsTJ64cLAUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XJS39e3sMyY/s72-c/DSC01642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-9015261913923055166</id><published>2007-08-15T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T16:10:05.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior'/><title type='text'>Abby and Ryan</title><content type='html'>Today, Abby and Ryan were really good.  Abby never screamed that she didn't want to potty and was generally good at the playgroup that we went to.  Nobody else thought so but that was good for a 3 year old.  She doesn't understand the concept of sharing, but at least she didn't hit one of the kids on the head, or bite them.  (Oh, by the way, no accidents today.  Yesterday, I told her that if she had anymore accidents that she couldn't go to school or dance.  And apparently that worked.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was a little cranky today.  He didn't finish his morning or his lunchtime bottle.  I think that he has more teeth coming in so when it came time for a nap, all he could do was scream.  Other than that, I had a good day but I still feel shitty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-9015261913923055166?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9015261913923055166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=9015261913923055166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/9015261913923055166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/9015261913923055166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/abby-and-ryan.html' title='Abby and Ryan'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-3869607200785294493</id><published>2007-08-15T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T19:49:45.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm that Mom...</title><content type='html'>You know the one.  Everybody talks about her behind their back and no one really likes her.  She can't get her kids to behave and no one really wants to be around her.  For all you moms that I have hurt, I'm really sorry.  All I really wanted was to be friends with you, but apparently that won't happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-3869607200785294493?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3869607200785294493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=3869607200785294493' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/3869607200785294493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/3869607200785294493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-that-mom.html' title='I&apos;m that Mom...'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-905998768318021364</id><published>2007-08-14T17:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:36:34.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't think she can hear me!!!???</title><content type='html'>This is what Ryan must think because when he starts crying it just keeps getting louder.  Most of the time, he starts out as a shriek and just keeps getting louder.    I know he thinks that I can't hear him  from the look on his face when it is not all scrunched up from crying.  Even when he knows that I know what he wants he still screams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby is another one that can let out a big scream.  Today at Chuck E. Cheese's, another girl was trying to play the basketball game with her and Abby screamed at that girl for at least 30 seconds.  Just one long continuous scream.  I would have fussed at Abby for it but this little girl had already pushed Abby's buttons.  Abby was trying to get on the tractor ride and Abby was just about to sit down when this little girl climbed on it and sort of pushed Abby off.    Oh, I almost forgot, the most important part of Abby's day.   She got to hug Chuck E. Cheese.  Not only did she get to hug him.  She was the first one to hug him.  There was a bunch of other kids around and Chuck E. squeezed by these other kids and came to give Abby a hug.  Pretty cool, huh!!!  I thought so, but I always think pretty highly of my children.  Don't all mothers?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Screamy the Reamy just woke up and he doesn't think that I can hear him!!!  Gotta go be a MOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love Ya,&lt;br /&gt;Candi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-905998768318021364?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/905998768318021364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=905998768318021364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/905998768318021364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/905998768318021364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-think-she-can-hear-me.html' title='I don&apos;t think she can hear me!!!???'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-3275163032906760774</id><published>2007-08-11T17:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T18:39:41.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby-isms...... Oh and again with the pee stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtg4-D_pl_c"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtg4-D_pl_c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter has the best memory of any one that I know.  She will tell you a story about something that happened so long ago that you don't even remember it.  Well, for me it could be about something that happened yesterday.  Anyway, she remembers everything.  We watched the movie Big Momma's House 2 one day.  A couple of days later, out of the blue, she says "Everybody calls me Big Momma!  You can call me Big Momma!!"  Imagine this coming from a little girl no more than three feet tall.  And she does this little dance with it.  Oh, it is the cutest thing I have ever seen.  She has an arsenal of funny things to say.  Again, imagine a little blonde girl with hair in her eyes because she won't keep a ponytail in her hair.  This time she says, "I like big butts and I can not lie!!!"  What are you teaching this child, lady????  When the ice maker drops ice, she says "Ice Ice Baby!!"  And of course mama has to finish the song.  And wouldn't you know that I remember most of the words to that song.  One of my favorites is "Stop Hamma Time!!"  Well, now can't you tell that I'm an 80's/90's child?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car today, while picking up lunch she tells Papa " I want a hundred dollars!"  I really don't know where she got this one from but about a week ago she kept telling me 99 cents.  I guess someone is teaching her about money.  I know that it is not me.  We haven't gotten to that lesson in our workbooks yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last topic to bore you to death.  Infant spit up and toddler pee.  Stop reading if you have had enough with the pee stories.  This is all I have been doing this week.  I didn't even clean my house this week because every time I turn around either Ryan spit up carrots or Abby peed again.  With the potty training, we have gone almost all week without an accident.  Then today she tells me "Moma, I'm peeing!!!"  I look at her and say "Run to the bathroom!!" and she is still just looking at me.   What the f.......???????  Should potty training really be this hard?????  I really don't understand why she can't get the hang of it.  Like I said most of the time, she goes without a problem but other times she looks at me and I know exactly what she is doing (or getting ready to do).  Why oh why is it this hard?  After I screamed my head off, I told her "New rule!!  Whenever you need the potty, go to the bathroom, pull down your panties, sit on the potty, and tell mommy to come help you cause you are pottying!"  I want to try it this way (if she will) because if I ask her she always (and I mean always, even if she does need to potty) tells me NO!!!!  That is the reason we haven't really had many accidents this week.  Every so often I just brought her to the potty.  I didn't even ask, I just brought her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Ryan, he must have and intolerance of some foods.  Mostly carrots!  The first time we tried carrots, which was probably around 4 months, he didn't have a problem with it.  This week I have feed carrots to him twice and both times he spit them up.  I mean orange spots are all over my house.  He is very mobile now (he moves like an inch worm) so the orange spots are all over.  Needless to say, we aren't going to eat carrots for a while.  Today for lunch, he had squash.  He spit up a little bit, not nearly as much as with the carrots though.   Are you bored yet??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more topic!!  Sorry, but I have to talk about it.  Swimming lessons!!!  Next Saturday is our last swimming lessons.  She is doing so well with them.  Each time I have to hold her less and less.  Hopefully next week she will be in a better mood than today.  Today was an "I don't want to day!!!"  Anybody else have this problem???  It sucks cause you can't get the child to do anything.  Even if it is fun!!!  That is just crazy.  She gets it from me though.  I know that I can get that way too sometimes.  I just hope that she grows out of it but I don't think that she will.  Alright, it is time to think about what to do for supper.  Gotta go be a mom!!! Love ya,&lt;br /&gt;Candi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-3275163032906760774?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3275163032906760774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=3275163032906760774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/3275163032906760774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/3275163032906760774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/abby-isms-oh-and-again-with-pee-stories.html' title='Abby-isms...... Oh and again with the pee stories'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-4809415287209222130</id><published>2007-08-10T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:45:12.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want one.....</title><content type='html'>A nap that is.  We had so much fun at the waterpark today and now it is raining and thundering and making me ohh so sleepy.  Everybody else is taking a nap right now, but I just know that if I take one my hubby would walk through the door and wonder why I'm sleeping.  He has told me more than once that I should take a nap when I'm tired but I don't feel like I deserve one.  If I were at an office job I wouldn't be allowed to take a nap, so I don't feel like I should take one here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RrzZtJQMfzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DNglkXayuro/s1600-h/ATT00013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RrzZtJQMfzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DNglkXayuro/s320/ATT00013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097188247877746482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RrzZs5QMfyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mkZ1oSQIPLk/s1600-h/ATT00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RrzZs5QMfyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mkZ1oSQIPLk/s320/ATT00010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097188243582779170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We really did have so much fun at the waterpark.  As you can see Ryan fell asleep and Abby want to go play in the kiddie area all by herself.  She really was good today, except for crying when I told her that she couldn't go in the water by herself.   And now they are both sleeping, yay.  Well, I should go work on a dress for Abby.  I feel like I have been working on this dress for a long time now, but I just started on it this week.  And I really haven't spent much time on it except for cutting the fabric that took a really long time.  Hopefully, I can get hers done and finish my in record time and then maybe I can show you guys my masterpiece.  They are going to be matching dresses.  One for Big Momma and one for Ms. Bossy.  Anyway, TTFN (ta ta for now)!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-4809415287209222130?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4809415287209222130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=4809415287209222130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/4809415287209222130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/4809415287209222130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-want-one.html' title='I want one.....'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RrzZtJQMfzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DNglkXayuro/s72-c/ATT00013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-2514543879645400714</id><published>2007-08-10T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:05:59.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background: transparent url(http://mingle2.com/img/bb/outcomes/bg_coffee_quiz.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 265px; height: 211px;"&gt;&lt;a style="display: block; text-align: center; padding-top: 167px; height: 35px; font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://mingle2.com/bb/view/how-addicted-to-coffee-are-you"&gt;I am 67% Addicted to Coffee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Mingle&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; - Free Online Dating&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the addiction to blogging quiz and I was below 50% so I took a different quiz!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-2514543879645400714?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2514543879645400714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=2514543879645400714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/2514543879645400714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/2514543879645400714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-67-addicted-to-coffee-mingle-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-3617361929186773935</id><published>2007-08-10T07:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:50:47.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lassiez les bon temps rouler!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RrxZF5QMfxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QBFH77RbVNA/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RrxZF5QMfxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QBFH77RbVNA/s200/Imported+Photos+00070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097046836079525650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to the waterpark, again.  This is the last day that it is open during the week.  From here on out we will have to deal with the weekend crowds, which might not be too bad.  Anyway,  other than the heat (103 Degrees) we should have a great time.  Abby really loves the waterpark and Ryan is trying to get used to the fun.  By next year he should be old enough the have a great time too.  I will fill ya'll in on the fun when we return.    For now I will talk about other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, me and the kiddos went to a playgroup for Ryan.  I have never been to a playgroup for the little one.  I had a great time and I think that Ryan really enjoyed himself, too.  I enjoyed it because I am mostly concentrating my efforts on getting Abby to behave and act right, that I have never concentrated or talked to other moms specifically about Ryan.  It made me feel really good and I finally realized that I need to spend time alone with each of them.  Hopefully with the help of hubby, I will be able to carve out some one-on-one time with each of them.  It would be great if they napped at different times, but Ryan still takes a morning and an afternoon nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now, Ryan just woke up.  Gotta go be a MOM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-3617361929186773935?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3617361929186773935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=3617361929186773935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/3617361929186773935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/3617361929186773935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/lassiez-le-bon-temps-rouler.html' title='Lassiez les bon temps rouler!!!!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYQly167AdM/RrxZF5QMfxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QBFH77RbVNA/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-8595277852682278</id><published>2007-08-08T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T15:00:46.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Sane Psycho Supergodess</title><content type='html'>Anyone ever feel like this???  I know I do.  One minute you are feeding your 6 month old lunch and the next minute you are cleaning up pee in the bathroom cause your almost 3 year old doesn't want to tell you when she has to use the bathroom.  Well, if that is not enough, I just found out today that we have to replace our master bathroom shower.  No, not just fix but completely replace.  And no, again, we can't just replace it with a cheap fiberglass shower but we are going to need to replace it with a ceramic tile one.  All I can say now is that it better look really nice and expensive cause when we sell this house I want to make a profit and not just come out even. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about that.  Other than the accident today, Abby has really been doing good with potty training.  On Saturday, at swimming lessons I didn't even put a swim diaper on her.  At least I didn't notice any warm spots in the water. HaHa.  And as for Ryan, he is trying so hard to crawl.  I know that it will come very soon.  Right now, he looks like a caterpillar or inchworm when he moves around.  Last night, he moved both arms, the legs followed, and then he feel on his tummy.  Getting ready for this feat, we put up his play yard.  We threw a bunch of toys in there for him to play with.  At first, he didn't like it at all because he hates to be alone.  He is getting used to it now, though.  He played in it today for at least 15 minutes while Abby and I "went to school", which is another thing that she is getting good at.  Today we learned about rhyming words.  She did really good and I think that she really understood what makes two words rhyme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough rambling for today.  I hope I don't bore you people too much.  Love Ya,&lt;br /&gt;Candi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-8595277852682278?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8595277852682278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=8595277852682278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8595277852682278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/8595277852682278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/everyday-sane-psycho-supergodess.html' title='Everyday Sane Psycho Supergodess'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-6252539739395643533</id><published>2007-08-02T17:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T17:21:47.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterpark Fun!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today we went to the waterpark.  We had so much fun.  Even Ryan was in on the fun.  Abby loves the water seesaw.  At one point, the seesaw was completely empty so Abby got on one side and I held Ryan on the other.  They both had the most fun.    Most of the time, Abby was just running around having the greatest time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-6252539739395643533?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6252539739395643533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=6252539739395643533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/6252539739395643533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/6252539739395643533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/waterpark-fun.html' title='Waterpark Fun!!!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-5558119665095411491</id><published>2007-07-01T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T15:04:28.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day in Potty training!!</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to potty train my daughter Abby for almost a month now.  I'm not sure it is supposed to take this long.  She is at a point right now that she is bored.  She sometimes refuses to sit on the potty and when I do get her on the potty she just lets a little bit out and says that she is done.  Today she pooped in her panties.  I lost my top because that is one thing that I can not handle.  She usually drips a little before she tells me that she needs to potty but she should know when she needs to poop.  The reason that I know that she knows when she needs to poop is because she sits there and concentrates on it.  When she is finished, she comes tell me that she pooped in her pants.  This drives me so crazy.  Oh and after all that, she didn't even take a nap today.  This is the second thing that drives me crazy.  It mostly happens on the weekends when Eric is home but can also happen during the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to take pictures yesterday.  We don't have any professional pictures of Ryan yet so we decided to go take pictures.  He did really good, but Abby was being Abby.  She didn't want to smile at all, which was fine because we call them "Abby" pictures.  Hopefully, she will get the hint that she can not control everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photographer said that everybody that he has met that is named Abby is just like her.  He said that she will dominate her friends, and she will never do anything that she doesn't want to do.  He nailed it right on the head.  Hopefully, she will realize that she has to do things that she doesn't want to do, but for now we just keeping on pushing her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-5558119665095411491?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5558119665095411491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=5558119665095411491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5558119665095411491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/5558119665095411491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-another-day-in-potty-training.html' title='Just another day in Potty training!!'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941552920794255226.post-4342679480015938439</id><published>2007-03-26T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T10:42:56.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby &amp; Ryan</title><content type='html'>Abby is watching Sesame Street right now.  She is not being patient.  She wants to see Elmo but he is not on yet.  Ryan is sleeping in his swing right now.  He is a little pig boy, but he is good.  He has started sleeping through the night.  Yay for us.  He goes to sleep around 10 pm and wakes up around 4:30 am.  This is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941552920794255226-4342679480015938439?l=abbyryandoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4342679480015938439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941552920794255226&amp;postID=4342679480015938439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/4342679480015938439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941552920794255226/posts/default/4342679480015938439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyryandoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/abby-ryan.html' title='Abby &amp; Ryan'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876498706354843492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYQly167AdM/S5Ffs6E2DPI/AAAAAAAAFW0/yVcw8-er-OE/S220/26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
