<?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-4992089865925355657</id><updated>2011-09-30T07:34:02.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Wacky Whittacres</title><subtitle type='html'>Tales of our Wacky kids and the days of their youth.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5wackywhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992089865925355657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5wackywhittacres.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M.J. &amp;amp; Kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12923531301363073030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt4z2XRBniI/Sav3IjHXEdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-CzstQ2mAyQ/S220/wacky+3.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992089865925355657.post-4398259067086517000</id><published>2009-03-02T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T06:46:55.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>It's the biggest snow we've had this year, and hopefully it will be the last. I really don't like the cold but what w&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt4z2XRBniI/SawlyNEScUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4krp_V6vhR4/s1600-h/my+girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308659605194305858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt4z2XRBniI/SawlyNEScUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4krp_V6vhR4/s320/my+girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ould a snow day be without a little snow play. The girls have been begging to go out so I wrapped them up in layers of clothes and took them out. It sure did bring back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of memories. Of course it never fails. We either can't find boots or gloves when we want them. This time it was gloves for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Soph&lt;/span&gt;. She wore a pair of mine. They were HUG&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt4z2XRBniI/Sawo-zelJjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GOEnamNT6cA/s1600-h/snow+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308663120198444594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt4z2XRBniI/Sawo-zelJjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GOEnamNT6cA/s320/snow+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E on her but it didn't seem to phase her one bit. She ran out into the snow and threw herself down in it. She was screaming SNOW SNOW...but for her it comes out '&lt;em&gt;NO, NO!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie didn't really want me to take her picture. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; I tried, she ran away or literally put her face down in the snow or just turned away from me. But when Eve brings her camera out she's all smiles and cheese's or as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Soph&lt;/span&gt; says '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EEEEEEzzz&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4992089865925355657-4398259067086517000?l=5wackywhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5wackywhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/4398259067086517000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5wackywhittacres.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992089865925355657/posts/default/4398259067086517000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4992089865925355657/posts/default/4398259067086517000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5wackywhittacres.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>M.J. &amp;amp; Kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12923531301363073030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt4z2XRBniI/Sav3IjHXEdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-CzstQ2mAyQ/S220/wacky+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt4z2XRBniI/SawlyNEScUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4krp_V6vhR4/s72-c/my+girls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992089865925355657.post-8311102485165775926</id><published>2009-03-02T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T06:46:13.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Givin it ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's the heaviest snow we've had this year and hopefully it will be the last. Since they got up this morning, at 6am, my 2 oldest monkeys have been begging for outside time. I'm sure we'll get there at some point today but I'd really like for the snow to stop falling first. In the mean time I thought I'd check my mail. Jean, whom I like to believe is my little sister, sent me a blog post of a friend of hers. Apparently this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;woman's&lt;/span&gt; child was playing with the remote control and was able to switch it to the porn channel..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aww&lt;/span&gt; good times, I'm sure. It got me to thinking about my brother-in-law, Chopper. He was finally convinced to check out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. We like it cause it's a great and easy way to keep in touch with just about &lt;em&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/em&gt;! Chop has checked it out and has a pretty good amount of friends on there. He's still convinced that Blogging is the way to go, even though it's his wife who does all their blogging! He says '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; is SO immature'. I think it just depends on how you see things. We are a pretty busy family with 3 kids and don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of time to sit and read every blog that's written by friends. I haven't been to their blog in months. But I'll give it to Chop, he tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; so I thought I could give blogging a shot. This could turn out to be quite a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt; for me. I am addicted to the computer enough as it is. I suppose I really don't have time to sit and write a blog, but what else is there to do on a cold snowy day. Not to mention that when I write, I tend to ramble. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;! 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